Mages Are Too OP

This is a slum area, where poor, ragged people are everywhere, and the road is muddy and dirty. The two of Roland and Beta, one in a magic robe and the other in aristocratic Chinese clothes, are all thin-skinned and tender meat, and they are not in line with the style of painting here, so the two of them are secretly watched by other people, only when they are two. When the gaze shifts, those poor people who peek at them will pretend that nothing has happened and continue their own work and work.

The atmosphere is awkward.

Roland stood up: "I go to the Magic Association to report, you protect the girl for a few days, if no one comes to her trouble in a few days, it is best to find a way to move their family to another city to protect Peace. "

Beta looked at the clouds in the sky and said with some embarrassment: "I'm afraid they won't listen to me."

"If you don't listen," Roland said lightly: "We can't protect them for a lifetime. They don't want to go. If something really happened, that's their own choice. We will try to help them after all. Just revenge. "

Beta looked at him in amazement: "Rolando sounds a little cold."

Roland smiled: "This is a normal three views. We cannot give all kindness and enthusiasm to strangers. If we have to do our best for strangers, then for those close to us, we have to do it. What is the difference between the two? "

After hearing this, Beta thought for a while and said: "Then I will keep them for two days, and after two days I will persuade them to leave. If they don't leave, I will leave myself."

Seeing Beta listen to his words, Roland turned and left.

About twenty minutes later, he came to the Magic Tower Square.

The milky magic tower looks magnificent and magnificent in the sunset, and there is a mysterious style that makes people unable to look away.

Roland walked to the door of the Magic Society, and the two guards blocked him again.

But this time, Roland took out the bronze coat of arms.

Looking at the flame pattern on the bronze coat of arms, the two guards immediately let go of their bodies.

Full of magic robes, Roland walked into the gate and saw the inside of the magic tower, as bright as day.

Underneath your feet is a bluish-white slate that is almost smooth like a mirror, and you can clearly see people's reflections.

At the edge of the white rough rock wall, a special spar with white light will hang every certain distance.

There is almost nothing in the hall.

Only in the center of the hall, there is a light gray wooden staircase that revolves to connect the second floor.

Roland walked up the stairs, and at this moment a person quickly came down from above.

He is a young man and he is estimated to be no more than 23 years old.

Short black hair, brown eyes, eagle nose, eye pupils are very divine, wearing a gray magic robe. When he saw Roland, he was stunned for a moment, and then came over with some interrogative expressions and asked, "Is that you ..."

He did not regard Roland as an illegal intruder.

This is the magic tower, and most people think about running to the magician ’s site to make trouble.

And Roland is also wearing a magic robe, which is naturally of the same kind.

So the attitude of young people is quite good.

Roland again took out his bronze coat of arms: "I'm here to join the association."

The young man saw the coat of arms, and after listening to Roland, he immediately shouted excitedly: "Are you the son of gold who is going to join us?"

"You can call me Roland." Roland put away the coat of arms and asked with a smile: "Please ask your surname."

"I am Cross." The young man's expression still looked very excited: "Lord Roland, we have been waiting for you for a long time, please follow me."

He took the initiative to lead the way, and at the same time the speed of speech began to become rapid: "Lord Roland, you don't know how difficult our magic society is now!"

"It's difficult ... is it short of money?"

Roland looks at the surrounding environment, whether it is a large number of strange crystals used as light sources, or the high-grade stone floor on the ground, it smells like a big dog, such an association will also Lack of money?

"It's not a matter of money," Cross said while walking. "It's because our association lacks instructors. The president has a lot of things to do. After all, the Magic Tower has a lot of external work that needs him to deal with, and there is not much time to stay in the association Teach us. Now that we have more than a dozen apprentices, all rely on self-study, but magic is too difficult. After a few years, we have hardly made much progress. "

The two had already gone up the stairs.

Roland looked amazed when he heard the words, and he said in amazement: "You mean, I am here to teach you?"

"Yeah." Cross said rightfully. "President Aldo has specially asked people to come and confess us. We are all waiting for you anxiously."

Roland suddenly smiled bitterly: "But I am just a novice magician, and I don't have much basic common sense, how to teach you."

Cross turned suddenly at this moment, and he said right: "Although I am a magic apprentice, not as powerful as your lord. But I agree with the words of teacher Aldo. Magic does not require common sense!"

This ... it really makes sense.

"Actually, I joined the association, I just learned something more." Roland felt that he should make it clear, lest these people have big global expectations, and finally how disappointed they would be: "I don't really understand Magic. Even so, are you willing to let me learn something? "

Although there are many things in magic that do not understand, Roland is also somewhat confident. After all, he has been practicing magic for a while, and he dare not explain how much knowledge theory, but at least he controls the magic elements and mathematically models the magic These two aspects are still quite impressive.

If these people are willing to learn, he is willing to teach.

"Of course. You are too humble, Lord Roland." Cross's eyes glowed with anticipation: "Mr. Aldo said that you are a formal mage, and you are almost elite. And we are just magic apprentices. We force too much too much. "

Between the two, they have reached the second floor.

Unlike the empty first floor, there are many rooms and doors on the second floor, which makes the "round room" on the second floor a little small. Of course, in the middle, there is still a spiral staircase leading to the third floor.

"Please wait!"

After making a gesture, Cross immediately ran to a counter beside the stairs, and rang a faint bell with magic light.

The crisp and nice dings sounded.

After a while, the same sound came from the third and fourth floors.

Resonant metal?

When Roland thought this, several doors opened and several people wearing the same magic robe came out. Both men, women and children.

And there were several sounds of different footsteps in the stairs soon.

Several male and female magic apprentices hurried down the stairs.

Soon these people got together and stood in front of Roland and Cross.

They looked at Roland with expectant and excited eyes.

It's like seeing rare treasures.