Mages Are Too OP

Hawke, Roland and Beta left.

The beggars and commoners who were watching the excitement also dispersed, leaving only the nobles pointing and pointing in the distance, and the high-level people who were dressed like people laughed loudly from time to time.

It seems that the death of this young noble has brought them great joy.

Roland looked at the small group of nobles in the distance for a while, sighed slightly, and then walked in front of the two young nobles.

Seeing the two crying with their eldest brother's body in their arms, they waited for a long time, and when they had no strength to cry and not many tears, Roland spoke slowly: "You are the children of that family, where are your parents? "

This young aristocrat has been dead for a long time, and even two younger brothers ran over. It makes no sense that their parents would not hear the news.

Hearing Roland's words, the two teenagers raised their heads and looked at him.

The slightly older boy had anger in his eyes, but not much hatred.

But the other boy, staring at Roland for a while, his red eyes filled with hatred and fury.

He suddenly stood up, rushed towards Roland, and yelled at the same time, "I'll kill you, the executioner!"

Roland stretched out his legs, kicked the boy back with one kick, and even turned a few somersaults after the kick.

This young nobleman is an ordinary person. Although Roland is a mage, he is now level 4. Even if his physical growth is much lower than that of a warrior, he is much stronger than an ordinary person.

The reaction is also faster than ordinary people.

After the boy was kicked back, he lay on the ground. He was stunned for a while, then cried out in pain, and hammered the ground with his fist.

The other boy glanced at his younger brother, and then his face turned to Roland: "Your Excellency, please allow us to collect the eldest brother's body, if you have time...Come quietly to our house late at night, I have something to tell you ."

The last sentence, the boy's voice was very soft, his lips didn't seem to move.

But Roland heard it.

This is interesting... Roland pretended not to hear anything, and turned to leave.

The nobles were still watching the jokes, and when Roland passed by, although the voices of these nobles were lowered, the nauseating smiles on their faces still did not stop.

Roland didn't want to care about this group of people. After all, they were not from the same world, whether it was spiritual or physical.

But just as Roland was about to walk past the group, he heard a voice. The voice was low, but he could hear it just right, as if it was intentional.

"I really think I'm a messenger of justice. It's just the life of a pariah. I don't even get a single silver coin. Is it worth fighting like this?"

Roland stopped and turned to look at the talking noble.

A rather arrogant young man.

Roland hooked his finger at him: "Come out!"

"I won't come out, how dare you beat me in front of so many people?" The young noble said the most cowardly words with the most arrogant attitude!

Roland could hear the meaning of this young nobleman. Except for these nobles, no one else was human.

Moreover, he seems to think that Roland dare not do it, after all, so many nobles are present here.

Do it on the spot, just don't give other nobles face.

To put it uglier, it is called trampling on the dignity of the noble class.

Roland chuckled softly!

When he was still a high school student, he dared to beat up a 'bad boy' in front of the head teacher. He also, together with Shuke, took the other four children and fought three times with the bad boy gang in the third year of high school.

In that peaceful, even a society where the rules were outrageous, he dared to act in anger.

And in this lawless and even extremely backward game world, how could he be more cowardly and tolerant than the real world.

After he laughed lightly, he raised his hand.

A small instant fireball directly stuck on the arrogant face of the young nobleman. After a loud explosion, the young nobleman tumbled to the ground and wailed in pain.

Roland's room reduced the magic power of the small fireball, which greatly reduced the power, and the explosion was about the same as a larger firecracker.

But even so, it shocked the young nobles in agony. After all, there are many pain nerves on the face, and the skin is fragile.

"Ah, my eyes can't see."

"My face hurts so much."

"Murder, help!"

The young noble screamed cowardly, quite embarrassing.

"How can you……"

A noble with a mature face seemed to want to reprimand Roland, but Roland glanced over with a half-smile, and the man immediately shut up.

Roland's eyes swept across the nobles, and no one dared to look at him. The 'Mental Deterrence' feat is already in effect.

Roland was a little amused. He walked up to the young aristocrat who was still on the ground with his face rolled and mourned, looked at him condescendingly, and said, "The life of a pariah is not worth a silver coin in your eyes, and similarly, your In my eyes, life is not worth a few copper coins. I'm in a bad mood today, so don't blame me for hitting people.

The young nobleman on the ground shook his body, covering his face and daring not to shout.

After speaking, Roland glanced at the surrounding nobles, but no one dared to look at him.

Roland turned and left.

After he left, a male aristocrat with gray hair trembled with anger: "Arrogant, too arrogant. He is stepping us into the mud, do we have to let the son of gold continue to be arrogant. ?, Before they dared to kill a family member, now there are more and more of them, and one day, he will shoot us."

"Then what can we do?" A nobleman next to him asked with a smile, "How about you, Your Excellency, take us to fight them?"

Upon hearing this, the gray-haired male noble immediately shut up and did not speak.

Only idiots are rushing to the front!

Roland was walking on the street, and passersby would still dodge ahead of time when they saw him.

Roland was not used to it before, and he always felt a sense of embarrassment. But after two months, he has come to see it, and he is very used to it.

Roland is in a much better mood now. Sure enough, when people are depressed, they have to exercise to feel comfortable.

Back at the magic tower, Roland summoned all the magic apprentices to gather.

Except for Vivian, all the other magic apprentices 'wear' a deep dark circle under their eyes, so one can imagine how hard they practiced.

Roland coughed lightly and said: "You have already learned the hand of the mage, and derivative magic can be practiced later. After all, derivative magic is difficult for you. Now I will teach you another zero-level trick, spell puppet. ."

If in other magic towers, the instructor only teaches zero-level tricks, and the magic apprentices don't say it on the surface, and they must have some opinions.

But here is different. All the magic apprentices have already understood how powerful Roland's 'creation' magic is. There are six kinds of magic derived from the hand of the mage, and each effect is quite practical.

So now that Vice President Roland wants to teach magic puppets, there must be a lot of derivative magic.

Learn, of course.

Everyone took out their precious notebooks.