Mages Are Too OP

Hawke was so much bigger than before that he couldn't sit in a normal chair at all, so he could only stand and chat.

Roland also stood with him.

It's just that a body that looks like a high wall is standing in front of him, and Roland always feels a lot of pressure. He looked at the muscle monster in front of him helplessly, and sighed: "Do you really think this image is good?"

"Very good." Hawke replied like a bell, and then asked strangely: "Are you a little fresh meat aesthetic."

Roland shook his head: "That's not true. I'm from the Moderate School. Dressing to be thin, taking off-clothing and having flesh is my ideal body shape."

"Cut, you centrists are even worse than Xiao Xianrou's aesthetics, you are not right or left." Hawke said angrily.

Roland snorted: "You guys are too extreme. And the public aesthetics is the most important thing, don't you see Since the last game update to the present, the proportion of the population of the warrior profession has dropped to 30% of the total population. Now Still slowly declining, doesn't that mean anything?"

"Those people are not strong enough, and they don't understand the beauty of muscles. I have no talent in reality, and I can't exercise such muscles, but I didn't expect it to be realized in the game." After a very angry and difficult akimbo standing, his clothes were about to burst with muscles, and then he said seriously: "I won't say any jokes, what are you going to do next?"

"Two months is enough to paralyze that person." Roland said slowly: "According to the clues obtained before, he would kill a girl every one or two months, and now he probably can't bear it anymore. "

"I understand what you're thinking." Hawk nodded: "After these months of training, those intelligence officers have barely gotten started, and this time they will definitely not be surprised."

"Excuse me." Roland smiled.

"It's too polite." Hawk shook his head and said, "If you didn't sell us a gold coin every month, we really couldn't build up a force here. Now it's barely on the right track, and it can be self-sufficient in the future. I'm curious, how are you sure it's his?"

Roland sighed: "Before we had dark lights, we always kept our eyes on the outside, and was almost played by him once, but luckily the fake coat of arms left by another Roland before his death reminded me. Knowing magic, high Those with IQ may not necessarily be nobles, but they may also be people from our magic tower. The information that really allowed me to determine who the murderer is, was handed over by Gru. You must not have thought that the Belly Snake Gang that was killed by Budd before. , is actually the puppet organization of our magic tower."

Hawke exclaimed: "I really didn't think of that."

"I didn't expect that even the president of this puppet gang, Aldo, didn't know."

There was a weird smile on Hawke's face: "In other words, whoever has the most contact with this gangster is the most suspicious!"

Roland nodded.

"Then I can probably guess who it is."

Half an hour later, Hawke left the magic tower.

And Roland continued to deduce magic while continuing to teach magic apprentices as usual.

Then a few days later, twenty-three children of the Huisha Gang were brought over.

They were neatly arranged in two rows, standing on the reflective ground of the Magic Tower on the first floor, looking nervously at the young man in front of them.

Roland's eyes swept across them, but he didn't speak. The expressions of these children became more and more nervous, and... expecting.

After waiting for three minutes, Roland ordered two children out and said, "It's just you two, Vivienne, write down what they look like, they will also be apprentices in the future, if you don't know how to read, you should teach them to read first. They arranged the room, as for the others, go back."

The two children who were named were naturally ecstatic, while the other children were disappointed, and a few were even secretly wiping their tears.

Such a good thing is rare once in hundreds of years, but they didn't catch it.

Gru and the boss of the Black Sand Gang, with a few gang members waiting anxiously outside the magic tower, saw a group of children come out, and then saw that the two most familiar people in the crowd were missing, and they suddenly smiled.

"Don't worry, even if you are not selected, you will be the backbone of our Huisha Gang in the future." The boss of Huisha said proudly: "Go back and work hard, and the future of the Huisha Gang will depend on you to support it."

The children suddenly had a little energy.

And Vivian took the two selected children up to the second floor, and happened to meet the white-haired Jerry walking over.

Jerry is very old. Although his mental power is the highest among magic apprentices, his relatively old and weak body drags him down, and his progress is far slower than Vivian's.

But even so, Jerry didn't give up.

He is very clear that as the magician improves his strength, his lifespan will gradually become longer, and he will gradually improve and his lifespan will gradually increase, or he will be able to become an elite magician one day.

At that time, go to the General Administration to apply for elementalization of the body, become an alternative element mage, and regain a life span of hundreds of years.

Of course, this is only the best idea. He is very clear that his talent is not strong, and there is a high probability that he will not last until then.

Therefore, when he saw the two children under the age of twelve, he couldn't help showing envy and jealousy.

It would be great if I could meet Vice President Roland at this age!

He walked over, looked at the two nervous and scared children, sighed softly, and walked down the stairs.

One of the children asked, "Is he the president?"

"No, just like my sister, I am a magic apprentice." Vivian explained.

"You're still an apprentice at such a young age, isn't it hard to learn magic, can we learn it?" the child asked worriedly.

Vivienne explained softly: "I don't know about other magic towers, but our vice president is very good at teaching people."

The two children finally had some confidence.

At this time, another fan was pushed aside. Cross came out of it, saw two children, and asked, "This is the new apprentice selected by the vice president? Well, it looks ordinary."

Hearing this, the mood of the two children immediately fell a little.

"Sorry, sorry. Brother, I said something wrong. I'll buy something to accompany you later." Cross laughed.

"You're going out too?" Vivian was a little surprised.

"Anyone going out besides me?" Cross was a little surprised.

Vivienne said, "Jerry also went out and didn't seem very happy."

"Jerry, he probably went to see his grandson." Cross smiled. "He goes to see his grandson every one or two months."

"Where are you going then?"

"I'll go to the slave market. Since you don't want to take the initiative, then I'll go and see what's in there, and buy one for the vice president."

Vivian's face immediately turned gloomy: "You dare!"

"Then take the initiative yourself." Cross snorted and went down the stairs.