Mages Are Too OP

There are very few people in this world who are suitable to be magicians, but that doesn't mean there are none.

A city with a population of one million, how can it be possible to make up hundreds of children with good magical talent.

But whether you want to learn or not is not the main reason, whether you can learn or not is the most important factor.

Poor boys want to learn writing, common people want to learn magic?

Even if you scraped together enough to get enough tuition, no one would want to teach.

Words are in the hands of nobles, magic is more mysterious, and there is no way to learn it.

But now Roland said that he was willing to teach two commoner children to become magic apprentices. No wonder Gru was excited.

Looking at the excited look of the other party, Roland nodded and said in a soft but determined voice, "I will do what I say."

Gru stood up straight, and his hazel pupils were filled with enthusiasm: "Don't worry, Your Excellency, our Grey Sand Gang will try our best to help you find out the news."

Roland nodded: "Don't use excessive means."

Gru nodded again and again: "I understand, I understand."

Roland looked at Gru, who was already a little sullen, and sighed in his heart.

In fact, when Gru came just now, although he appeared humble, Roland could see that the other party was more just acting.

The other party is only afraid of his own strength and his identity, but there is still a little pride in his heart.

But now, this pride is gone, only real flattery and flattery remain.

Roland had actually seen such an expression before. When he was a primary school student, the whole country was generally not rich. One classmate's family was so poor that he couldn't even pay for books and uniforms for compulsory education.

Roland saw the classmate's father, in the teacher's office, asking for some time to pay the school uniform fee and textbook fee.

At that time, the parent laughing with him was also humbled into the dust.

And now Gru's smile is just like the one he saw when he was a child.

After a short silence, Roland got up and said, "I'll be waiting for your good news at the Magic Tower."

With that said, Roland started to walk out, and Gru rushed forward immediately, opened the door for Roland, and at the same time bent over to send him away, like a servant.

Roland frowned and said nothing.

He understands the mentality of this kind of person a little bit. For the growth and future of his descendants, it doesn't matter how humble he is and how much he suffers.

Roland left the Grey Sand Tavern, and it was not until he was far away that Gru straightened his slightly bent waist.

The voices in the tavern gradually recovered.

Gru took a deep breath and ran to the top floor of the tavern to a door.

Inside was a middle-aged man with a weathered face, his skin turning reddish-black from prolonged exposure to the sun.

The man was counting silver and copper coins with a happy look on his face.

Gru slammed the door open and rushed in.

The man was startled, turned around and took out the dagger from his sleeve, but when he saw that it was Gru, he was relieved.

Gruran was excited and incoherent: "Boss, Roland, the son of gold, said that if we help him complete one thing, he will give us one or two magical apprenticeships. Let our children try it out!"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Gru, you are not dreaming, master magicians, how could you give apprenticeships to us civilians, even nobles don't look down on them."

"Boss, I really didn't lie, you believe me." Gru rushed to the middle-aged man, grabbed his shoulder, and shook like crazy: "This is our best chance, you must believe me. , a promise made by Master Roland himself."

Looking at Gru's red eyes and distorted face, the middle-aged man gradually became puzzled: "Really?"

"I wouldn't joke about something so important, boss."

The middle-aged man closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His face also showed an expression of ecstasy, but he was still not as excited as Gru, but his tone became more urgent: "What are his conditions?"

"Help him find out the news."

Roland did not return to the magic tower, but went to the castle.

Although Roland did not come by the carriage, his magical robe was the best proof of his identity. The soldiers guarding the city did not dare to neglect him. After asking his purpose, they immediately ran into the castle to report.

Not long after, John, who had a sleepy face, came out to greet him in person.

"It's a rare guest." John's expression was a little surprised: "I thought it was Aldo, but I didn't expect it to be Lord Roland."

"I take the liberty to visit, I want to ask you something."

John pointed to his castle sideways: "Come in and have a chat, at least let me entertain the distinguished guests."

Roland shook his head: "No, it's very simple, just leave after asking."

"You... it's too disrespectful to me." John scratched his head: "The nobles are coming, but they don't want to enter my house, and other nobles will laugh at me when I say it. Forget it, let's do it, you sons of gold. All of them have weird personalities, and I don't dare to provoke them."

John's words can only be listened to. If he really didn't dare to provoke him, he wouldn't deliberately try to lead Bud to be hostile to himself.

Roland took out the small wooden plaque again and asked, "Your nobles are very good at heraldry, help me find out which family's coat of arms this is."

John took it, looked it over and over again, frowned and said, "This is not the real family crest!"

"Huh?" Roland was a little surprised.

"It's better to say that it is an imitation of the family crest." John said: "The family crest of every noble family has strict meanings and production processes. This thing is a work of practice."

Roland took a deep breath and said, "I see. Thank you."

After speaking, Roland turned and left.

Walking on the street, Roland's face was a little gloomy. He found that he had indeed been misled.

Maybe John did have some opinions about his golden son, but it's unlikely he was the murderer.

When he was with Gru just now, when he heard that the coat of arms did not belong to Delbon City, he suddenly figured it out.

And now John's words made him more sure of his own thoughts.

Someone deliberately led him to doubt John.

There is indeed an unspoken rule of 'taking the blame' among the nobles, but if it is John who wants to be blamed, as the son of the city lord and the future owner of Delbon, the identity of the bearer will definitely not be too low, and it will not be Edward at all. A quasi-aristocratic merchant family.

It can be said that the big Edward is not even qualified to take the blame for him.

There is also this wooden sign, which is mostly left by Edward the Great. As a merchant family, they want to become a real aristocratic family, so it is normal to make a manuscript of the coat of arms in advance.

And the relationship between John and the girl's disappearance, like this coat of arms, looks real, but it's actually fake.

John is hostile to Roland and other golden sons, but it is not necessarily related to the girl's disappearance.

There may be other reasons.

If it was really John, his culprit would be a true descendant of a nobleman, not a descendant of a merchant.

Then he suddenly remembered the excited, frantic look, the sad, indignant and hopeless eyes that Big Edward had when he held the girl hostage and saw him.

Roland suddenly felt a little cold.

No wonder he always felt something was wrong recently.

Damn, I was almost crushed by the NPC's IQ.