Mages Are Too OP

The guard does not know how to obtain the credentials?

That matter is a bit troublesome. Generally speaking, people working in an organization can at least know some basic rules or functions of the organization, but even the guards here are not clear, it means that the organization has done a good job in confidentiality, or it is a small circle Mentalism prevails.

Roland felt that it was mostly the latter.

Therefore, the most urgent task is to collect intelligence, at least to understand how to join the magician association, what qualifications are required, or what kind of tests to pass.

Leaving from the Tower of Magic Tower, Roland first found the Lamb Girl Hotel. After entering, he soon came out again, and at the same time he secretly scolded in his heart that the boy Beta had found such a place.

Although it is also a hotel business, the real selling point is a prostitute, a big ticket with a protruding front and back, and a woman in an exposed dress waiting for guests in the lobby, no wonder it is called a lamb girl!

However, Roland still booked a room in it. After all, Beta said that he would meet here, and the two were not secretly whispering like other games. At present, this is the only way. I can only look forward to re-booking a new one after the meeting. Meeting point, at least have to find a correct place.

Walking on the street, Roland wanted to find someone to ask where he could better find information. As a result, people on the street would avoid him in advance when they saw him. He initially thought he was the cause of the face, and then thought it should not be.

This city has a large population, and now there are more people on the streets than before. The population of nearly one million cannot be all familiar faces.

Then the problem is with yourself.

dress up!

The magic robe that Falken gave him, although the quality is not high in the magic equipment, but the white fabric has a faint flow of magic elements, even ordinary people can see something.

Hmmm ... he found a tailor shop on the street. The boss saw a magician coming in. At first, he was shocked, cold sweat, and he didn't dare to say anything.

But then it was discovered that Roland was very kind, so he gradually let down his mind.

Measure the height of Roland. After the measurements, according to Roland's request, I prepared a set of clothes for ordinary people in the well-off family.

Then Roland put the magic robe in the system backpack and asked the tailor shop owner where the easiest place to hear the news was.

As a result, the boss told him that there was a place called ‘Gray Sand’.

Coming here, Roland finally knows why this place is the easiest to hear the news.

A pub with a large area, just the first floor hall for drinking, covers an area of ​​nearly two thousand square meters.

Dozens of giant rock load-bearing columns also propped up the second floor of almost the same area.

There were a lot of people in it, crowded together.

After Roland came in, he did not attract much attention.

He didn't use magic now, nor did he wear a conspicuous magic robe. It looks like an ordinary person in every way.

It was very noisy. The drunken drunks chatted unscrupulously, laughed, and even scolded each other.

There are also many wine attendants, dressed in cool clothes, accompanied by drunks, showing off their own style.

The air is full of hormonal breath and a dry smell.

Roland found a place where no one was sitting. His **** was next to the chair, and a woman with freckles and a freckled face came over.

She dragged the chair and was about to stick to Roland, but felt a cold all over her body, and then looked down, the chair she was dragging, somehow stuck to a layer of white frost.

And Frost seemed to gradually spread to her feet.

She woke up immediately and turned to leave. No ordinary person wants to have a relationship with the caster.

Roland said aloud: "Could you please help me to bring someone who can speak in this tavern, I have something to ask him to help."

Although noisy in the tavern, Roland's voice could clearly reach the woman's ear.

This woman is actually pretty good. Roland can't appreciate freckles, but many people feel very cute.

The woman nodded vigorously and slowly backed away. After a distance, she turned and walked away quickly.

Before long, a man with a mustache came over.

He combed a brick hairstyle and wore a black suit. The fabric looked pretty good. He sat in front of Roland and asked softly, "Lord, are you looking for me?"

Roland nodded.

"I'm the second boss of this pub. It seems that you want some information?" The man looked at Roland up and down and said slowly, "You can call me Gru."

"Hello Mr. Grew." Roland nodded once again to pay tribute. He looked at the noisy surroundings and smiled: "I am Roland, a son of gold."

The player is the son of gold. This is the game setting. Like Falcon knew, it must be clear to many people in this city.

"Son of gold?" Grew froze for a moment, then opened his eyes wide: "The kind of gold son who can be resurrected?"

Roland nodded.

Grew suddenly felt some scalp tingling.

The enemy is not terrible, there will always be weaknesses. But it is terrible to be able to resurrect. No matter how many weaknesses, after a few more deaths, there will be no more.

"Where have you heard of us?" Roland asked.

Gru ’s expression instantly became very heavy, saying: "One month ago, we had two golden sons in our city. Later, they had grieved with a nobleman. Although the two golden sons died many times, their strength was weakened. Many, but they also successfully killed most of the noble soldiers. "

It's so powerful ... the two players are too reckless as soon as they come into conflict with the nobility.

Roland's curiosity surged: "What about now?"

"The noble could not fight the undead enemies head-on, so he took his family and the remaining private soldiers away, planning to return to the royal city. And the two golden sons chased them up." Groe's face was helpless The vengeful heart of a son of gold is very persistent. Whoever ventilates with them, persuades, or threatens to ignore it, saying that if he does not kill the noble lord, he will never give up. "

After listening to it, Roland was a little surprised. The two players actually killed the killer and killed many people.

They actually succeeded! Obviously, these npcs are no different from real people. Kill them, do you feel that they are really killing people?

Would n’t it be awkward?

After thinking for a while, Roland shook his head, not considering this question for the time being, he said to Gru: "This time, I would like to ask if you know how to join the Magic Association?"

Gru looked at Roland in surprise for a while and said: "Of course I know. The average person needs a certificate, but you should not need it, sir."

"Why?" Roland said in surprise. "But I was stopped by the guard."

"If you can use magic, go directly to the president of the Magic Association, His Excellency Aldo, who can give you a membership certificate."

"It's that simple?" Roland was surprised.

Gru shook his head: "No, it's difficult. Magic is not something ordinary people can control. At least we have nearly one million people in Delbon City, and there are fewer than ten people who can become magicians."