Mages Are Too OP

It is not difficult to simply improve the cognition of the spell puppet.

But if this basic ability is guaranteed, it is necessary to improve the ability to fight, improve the speed, strength, ability to find enemies, etc. of the puppet... This is very troublesome.

After several experiments, Roland was disappointed to find that, subject to the nodes of the spell model and the 'memory space', he could only complete two and a half goals at most.

In other words, he can only improve the puppet's cognition, combat ability, and... some speed improvements that are slightly better than nothing.

Such a magic doll doesn't have much combat power.

Not moving fast is just a living target. Moreover, the ability to resist attacks is not particularly strong, and he is not qualified to be a fixed-point fort.

"If only the space nodes of the spell model could be more, or the space would be too large. I can fill in more mental power."

But Roland couldn't find a way to expand the spell model space, or its memory.

The basic knowledge of magic is still too lacking.

Roland sighed and strolled around the library for a while, but he didn't find any books on this subject.

It's normal to think about it. Magic apprentices can't even learn basic zero-level tricks, and this is not a magic town. Of course, the books that can be collected by the magic tower are not very valuable.

It took him too much time and energy to do the experiment. The magic bar had bottomed out, and the storage in the Ningshen necklace was exhausted. Roland sat in his study to rest, recovering a lot of magic points lost due to the magic experiment.

At this moment, Beta used the guild system to @ him.

"Brother Roland, come to the grove outside the city, where we found someone last time. Hawke and the others have caught the murderer."

Got John? Roland was surprised.

Then he immediately rushed to the grove outside the city.

There were a lot of people around by now.

A young aristocratic man with beautiful features, holding a civilian girl hostage, with his back against a big tree, looked flustered.

At about 20 meters to his left and right, Hawke and Lin blocked his escape direction, and Beta stood in front of him.

The expressions of the three were ugly, and they were angry with killing intent.

And further afield, surrounded by a large group of citizens watching the lively, pointing and pointing in the vicinity.

There are commoners, there are beggars, and naturally there are also nobles.

There is gloating in the eyes of nobles, pleasure in the eyes of commoners, and beggars... are simply numb.

The three groups are distinct, and there is a physical gap between them.

When Roland saw the young nobleman, he was stunned. It wasn't John?

He carefully looked at the young nobleman, who was sweating profusely and was using a short sword around a girl's neck.

The girl's face was pale with fright, and the young noble also looked terrified.

Roland walked up to Beta and asked, "Did he admit it?"

Beta nodded: "He admitted it, and now he is taking the hostages, let us leave, or he will kill the hostages."

Roland felt something was wrong.

The murderer has committed crimes for at least several years, and killed at least 30 girls. From the scene, it can be seen that the other party's psychological quality is very good, and he belongs to a high-IQ talent. People caught, so stupid.

It's as if it was... intentionally acted.

Roland laughed in his heart.

The aristocratic young man looked at Hawke and Link nervously, and he saw Roland after a while.

Then his pupils shrank, and he shouted in horror: "The magician! Let the magician leave, hurry up, hurry up, or I will kill this woman immediately!"

He looked quite frightened, his whole body was shaking, the dagger in his hand shattered and pierced the hostage girl's neck, and a strand of blood flowed down the side of the girl's neck.

The girl felt the pain. She tried to cry, but she didn't dare to move. She just bit her lip so hard that it was bleeding without knowing it.

Roland stepped back slowly.

"Go back further." The noble young man roared vigorously, and at the same time he quickly looked left and right to see if Hawke and the others were pushing him, quite alert.

Roland took a dozen steps back.

Then the crazy mood of the noble young man calmed down a little. The caster has magical abilities, and no one dares to say that when facing the caster, he is not guilty.

"Let me go, and I'll let this girl go." The young nobleman shouted vigorously.

But Roland and the others ignored him and kept standing quietly.

Instead, a wave of laughter erupted from the distant noble group.

Seeing that Beta and the others did not move, the aristocratic youth shouted desperately: "I'm a nobleman, what's wrong with me playing with a few pariah women! You want me to die just for the sake of them. It doesn't make sense, it makes no sense! "

Roland felt a sense of unwillingness in the piercing cry.

"Again, I'm an aristocrat!" The young man roared with a pleading feel: "Let me go, I can give you money. Enough to buy a dozen of these women."

Hawke, Link, and Beta all sneered.

Looking at this noble young man was like looking at a fool.

Roland said at this time: "I can let you go, but you have to tell me, who is your accomplice?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then shouted frantically: "I have no accomplices, no accomplices, everything is done by myself!"

Then he looked in the direction of the center of the city, but his sight was blocked by the city wall. Finally, he looked at Roland and smiled sadly: "I did it all. Since you want me to die, then I will die."

There was some relief in the youth's desperate smile at this time.

Roland exclaimed: "Hurry up and stop him, he's going to commit suicide."

With a swish... Beta charged directly over, almost leaving an afterimage.

But it was still too late. Although Beta successfully knocked people flying, the young man's short sword had penetrated his heart.

Masses of mosaics spurted out of his chest and back.

Such an injury, even if there is a magical treatment for serious injuries, can't be saved.

The young man fell to the ground, staring blankly at the sky, his hands and legs twitched a few times, but there was no movement.

The girl screamed, clutching her neck and running into the city, she was scared to death.

Roland walked in front of the noble youth, looked at the other party's body that gradually lost its temperature, and sighed helplessly.

The group of nobles were still pointing at this side, and the commoners and beggars gradually dispersed.

It didn't take long for two younger aristocratic teenagers to come over with panic on their faces. They fell on the young man's corpse, called out to Big Brother and then buried their heads and cried.

While crying, one of the teenagers peeked at Roland and Beta from time to time.

His eyes were full of revenge.

Beta sensed the other party's gaze, he stood beside Roland and said, "Would you like to ask them about the specific situation, this is obviously wrong, it's more like a ghost."

"I see." Roland whispered: "We pretend this is over, and I will ask Hawke to remove those who were watching John later."

"Hard to play?"

Roland nodded lightly.