Mages Are Too OP

"What should a qualified caster do?"

This is not to say that Roland is going to do what the other party said, he is just curious about what the qualified caster in this game world should do.

John smiled heartily: "A qualified caster, of course, is to establish his own network and power. And this is inseparable from the support of our nobles."

"Can you explain in detail?" Roland made a pleased gesture: "You also know that our son of gold comes from another plane, which is very different from your customs."

"The aristocrat and the official mage have an unclear relationship." John leaned back slightly, leaning on the back of the chair, and said: "The official mage cannot do without the support of the aristocracy, and the aristocracy also has the help of the official mage, like a fish The relationship between children and water. "

"Who is the fish, who is the water?" Roland asked with a smile.

John froze for a moment, shrugging helplessly: "Is it necessary to distinguish so clearly?"

"Of course."

There was silence in the room for a while, and finally John got up, and he said with a wry smile: "Lord Roland seems to have some views on me?"

"Perhaps, I have views on all the nobles in this city!" Roland chuckled. "It's just a group problem, not yours."

"Your Excellency is so tough, it's easy to narrow the way."

Roland chuckled and said: "It doesn't matter, it's a big deal to change cities and continue to learn magic. In this world, the number of nobles will never exceed 5%."

John's face was a little subtle: "Are you sons of gold all so tough?"

"No, in fact, most of us have very good personalities." Roland's eyes seemed to reflect an inexplicable glory: "It's just that there are things, some things can't be looked down on, but there is no chance to vent."

At this level, there is no need to continue.

John was still very personable, even patiently speaking a few words on social etiquette, and then left the magic tower.

After a while, Vivienne knocked on the door and walked in.

The girl's face was worried. She stood in front of Roland and said, "John is the son of the city master. If you offend him, will there be any danger."

"Relax, if it affects the interests of the magic tower, I will take the initiative to leave." Roland said lightly.

Vivienne was anxious, and she waved her hand hard: "President, I don't mean that, I just worry about you!"

"I know." Roland replied softly, and there was indeed no anger or impatience on his face.

Vivienne looked at him seriously, making sure that he was really not angry, so he let go of it.

Then she asked with some curiosity: "President, why don't you like Lord John? He is a rare good man among the nobles, and he is also very good to the civilians!"

"Very good?" Roland asked indifferently, "How is it good?"

"I will not bully the civilians casually. I occasionally see civilians in distress, and they will stretch out their heads, which is quite rare."

Ha ha!

Roland chuckled softly, with a sneered sneer at the corner of his mouth: "He is the son of the city owner, that is to say, the city will be his later, right."

Vivienne nodded.

"According to the concept of our golden son, even in this feudal era, the county magistrate has the responsibility of keeping the people safe and secure." Luo Lan sighed and said: "But there are nobles in the city who have cruelly killed his people and devoured him regardless There are serial killings outside the city, especially for young girls. He does n’t care. There are tens of thousands of beggars in the city. He does n’t care, even if the city ’s infrastructure, even the appearance of the city is messed up. He does n’t do anything. A gentle smile, occasionally doing some so-called small acts of charity, is such a noble worthy of my attention? Even my friendship with other nobles is much higher than him. "

"Oh ... You are very strict, President."

Roland sighed: "This is not harshness, but the idea that most of our children of gold have. Even their own people do not take shelter, ignore it, and only pay taxes, if they are placed on our side ... ! "

Vivienne's small heart was beating, and she felt that at this time her face was ridiculed, and even some of Roland, who was stern and stern, also had extremely attractive charm.

Then she left the room blushing, and she dared not stay longer.

In the Magic Tower, I continued to dedicate my knowledge of language magic, and then one day passed fully, crawled out of the virtual game cabin, went to the forum to see the game strategies and knowledge of other players, then I had breakfast and came on a shared bicycle Out of effect.

It was still very early at this time, it was just after seven o'clock.

Under the metal shed, there are already four practitioners practicing swordsmanship routines.

As soon as Roland reached the door, Qi Shaoqiu came up.

"It seems that you are planning to learn knife surgery, otherwise you won't come here at this time." Qi Shaoqiu took out a cigarette and lit it, breathing it out in his mouth for a while: "I'm still there In other words, the tuition fee is 30,000, not less. "

Luo Lan quite likes the other party's simple and straightforward: "I also have a question to ask, what is your surname" Qi ", and what is the relationship with General Qi, will it not be descended."

"Of course not. According to the genealogy of our family, we are just General Qi's personal soldiers, and he was given the surname Qi." Qi Shaoqiu scratched his hair, looking a little annoyed: "I guess you don't want to learn this when you hear this. I can lie to you, saying that we are descendants of the Qi family, but think about the ancestors who did not lie to people to climb the relationship, and naturally, we children and grandchildren can not mess up. "

Roland chuckled and said, "No, I want to learn anyway. If you say you are a descendant of General Qi, I will immediately turn around and leave."

Qi Shaoqiu narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "You are quite strange. Come in."

Roland heard Qi Shaoqiu in the courtyard and came to a red brick embryo house beside the shed.

The house is not whitewashed, but the windows are installed, and you can see a young girl working in it.

As he got closer, he smelled a pretty good smell of food, and Roland took a soft breath.

Well, it is the taste of boiled noodles, which seems to be mixed with a medicinal fragrance.

Although Roland had breakfast, but smelled the fragrance, she felt a little hungry.

"Little girl, some students are going to sign up." Qi Shaoqiu pushed open the door and went inside, shouting, "You use your mobile phone to collect money."

Roland also followed, and then he discovered that a **** pot was placed on the stove in front of the girl.

The noodle soup rolled over, the noodle soup was light brown, and beside the stove, there were two groups of Chinese medicine wrapped in white cotton cloth. The outer layer of the cotton cloth was wet, and there was vague heat.

Chinese noodle soup boiled out?

Roland was a little surprised.

The girl turned around and looked at Roland, her big bright eyes were puzzled: "Is there really an injustice to pay 30,000 yuan in tuition?"

As soon as these words came out, Qi Shaoqiu's face was almost green.