Mages Are Too OP

As Roland guessed, Falcon was gone.

In the backyard of the church, the old man smiled and fell asleep on the wooden bed.

The townspeople stood spontaneously in front of the church. No one spoke, and it was quiet.

Only some sensual women secretly wiped tears.

The townspeople knew that Falken waited a long time for this day. Going to the Kingdom of God is the wish of every devout believer.

It was only for the townspeople that they lost a respectable family member and also took an asylum.

Decades since Falken came to Red Clay Town, he has paid free medical treatment and healing for the townspeople. Even balancing the power of the red clay town, negotiating with the mayor, reducing some taxes, and making ordinary people's lives less difficult.

Life is only when Falcon is there.

But he is gone now, and the future days may be called survival.

The townspeople are confused.

The mayor came, and the townspeople gave way.

Roland came, and the townspeople once again gave way.

The mayor has two mustaches and is a handsome middle-aged man. He leaned on a black cane and looked at Falcon on the bed, his face sad.

Although he didn't turn his head, it seemed to feel Roland's arrival. The mayor asked desolately: "Did he tell you anything before he left?"

Roland stood still and shook his head.

Looking at the quiet smile on Falcon's face, the old town mayor sighed and pulled out a crumpled white seven-petal flower from his pocket and placed it on Falcon's chest.

Seeing this flower, many townspeople's expressions became a little weird.

Roland didn't notice the expressions of other people, he was sad now. In the past two months, Falken has helped him a lot, and he can be regarded as a leader after entering this world, but he did not expect that he would say goodbye so soon.

He was immersed in sorrow and did not see the strange expressions of others.

In addition, Roland felt that it was normal for the living to offer flowers to the dead.

But he didn't know that this flower is only used when his son pays homage to his father in the country of Horevan, in Red Earth Town, and is the default custom.

"Buried it," the mayor said softly.

The four young men stepped forward and carefully lifted Falken into the already prepared white coffin.

Since Falken knew his death, he had prepared such a thing by the bed.

The white coffin closed and lifted up, and people let out a passage.

The burial site is in the backyard, where several young people have controlled a long pit, and there is a square stone tombstone in front of it.

The white long coffin was hung into the pit, and some women tried to cover their mouths so as not to cry.

The mayor looked up at the sky, and he felt his eyes become terrible. When it's like this, it's best to rain or not to overcast, but now it's sunny, and the sun shines on people's heads.

Then the mayor's eyes were almost blinded.

This time Roland did not follow, but walked to the side, watching the townsmen coming from the mountain, filling the backyard of the church, and more people stood in the church yard silently.

Maybe it was the reason why Roland attended the funeral of another person for the first time, or maybe because it was a game, he always felt a little unreal. He was obviously sad, but he didn't know why, but he wanted to laugh.

After thinking about it for a moment, he suddenly understood that the reason he wanted to laugh was because he saw Falken's calm smile. Obviously he died, but he smiled so happily, he did n’t take his life as if it were the same thing, this old man would really be blamed.

Then he also looked away. Since the dead did not think that death was a terrible thing, there was nothing sad about being a living person. Just thinking about it, he was still a little depressed, because in the future, he would no longer be able to deal with this person, and it was a bit lonely at the thought.

With a long sigh, he was about to leave, and when he turned around, he saw a young man with brown hair and white robe standing in front of him. The man smiled very gently, looked familiar, and even had a sense of intimacy, but Roland subconsciously stepped back two steps.

Because this young man is translucent, through his figure, he can vaguely see the distant forest.

ghost? Or invisibility?

The young man laughed lightly: "Why, even I can't recognize it?"

The voice was very soft and familiar ... Then Roland opened his eyes wide, and he looked back subconsciously at the backyard of the church. Presumably the white coffin there had been buried, and then he looked at the young man in front of him, not too sure. Asked: "Falken?"

"It's me!" The young man nodded.

Roland looked around again, and found that people did not find Falken. Even if someone occasionally looked across here, they did not feel any strange.

"Ordinary people can't see me." The younger version of Falken laughed: "Only people with a certain level of mental strength can communicate with me."

"Are you dead or alive?" Roland subconsciously circled Falken, curious: "This is the legendary soul."

"It depends on what angle! For ordinary people, I'm dead. Because they can't see me, they can't communicate with me, and I can't even appear in front of them. There is no trace of Falken. ”Falcon pointed to Roland ’s head:“ But for a professional like you, I ’m still alive, but my life form has changed. ”

Falken made sense in saying this, and Roland also felt that the other party should be alive, separated from the flesh, and turned into a pure spirit. Seeing that the acquaintance didn't really disappear, the little depression in his heart disappeared.

Then he asked: "What do you plan to do next? Become a soul wandering in the village?"

"I will go to the Kingdom of God." Falken smiled bitterly: "I remember I told you."

"But ..." Roland looked around. "How do I get there?"

"Goddess's envoy will come to pick me up, then the door of the kingdom of God will open, and the time should be approaching."

Roland nodded subconsciously: "Oh."

In fact, he didn't quite know what Falken was talking about.

"Before I leave, I want to tell you something?" Falken said with a teasing smile: "Did you not go well in practicing magic recently?"

Roland nodded, knowing the magic of language is really a headache.

"Mage and warlock are very different, and our pastor is also very different." Falken explained: "Your spell comes from the understanding of magical elements, so your requirements for using magic are much higher than ours. Under normal circumstances, the mage wants to use second-order magic, at least until the elite level. You are not strong enough, but you can already touch the second-order magic corner, it is already very powerful. "

"What should I do?" Roland asked.

"Learn more first-level magic and lay a good foundation. You can learn naturally when you reach strength." Falken said slowly: "Or learn meditation expertise, which is unique to your mage and can greatly improve you. The mage's mental activity strengthens your control over the magical elements. Mastering the meditation expertise can use high-level magic across levels. "