Mages Are Too OP

Roland continued to deduce the spell puppet model in his study.

Then two beams of light burst in from the window, leaving two blocks of light on the grey rock wall.

Then one piece circles in slow motion clockwise, and the other piece circles in slow motion counterclockwise.

Roland saw the two light classes and stood up.

This is the code he made with Hawke, which means... the murderer has moved.

Finally, after two months of waiting, the murderer couldn't bear it anymore.

Roland walked down the stairs quickly, and then happened to bump into Vivian who was bringing the two children upstairs to visit and explain.

"Vice President, are you going out too?"

Vivian felt a little strange, why are they both running out today. Most of the time, magicians are very homely, staying in the magic tower every day to study magic.

Like today, in less than an hour, three people go out in a row, which is a rare situation.

The magicians will only think that there is not enough time in a day, they can't wait to have 240 hours a day.

"Yes, go out for a walk, do magic experiments every day, and people are dying."

Vivian wanted to say that she would go too, but she looked at the two children around her, and immediately dismissed the idea.

Roland entrusted this task to himself, and he had to go out and play without completing it, otherwise the idea of ​​shopping with Roland would not be realized, and he might even put an irresponsible label in Roland's eyes.

"Then you may have fun."

Roland smiled and waved to Vivian, and then left the magic tower.

Then his expression changed, becoming very serious, even a little murderous.

Hurry up and come to the remote place that has been agreed long ago, where there are two people who look like beggars waiting. Seeing Roland, he immediately lowered his head slightly and said, "Your Excellency, our boss will let us take you out of the city directly."

Roland nodded without saying anything, followed the two beggars out of the city center, and then quickly walked to the dense forest to the northwest of the city. In order to stop attracting attention, the murderer even changed the location of the crime.

Entering the dense forest, walked about 100 meters inward.

In the dim forest, Roland saw Hawk and Link standing not far ahead, and a man, Cross, stumbled in front of them.

There was also a ragged peasant girl standing timidly by the side, looking quite frightened.

Hearing the voice behind, both Hawk and Link turned around. After seeing Roland coming, the former chuckled and said, "The next thing is the affairs inside your magic tower, we will not participate."

Roland nodded.

Then Hawk and Link left with the overwhelmed girl next to them.

Then only Roland and Cross were left in the jungle.

Cross lowered his head, not daring to look at Roland.

Roland sighed lightly and asked, "Why?"

Roland has always believed that as long as the murderer is found, he will kill him without saying a word, without giving the other party any chance to speak. After all, such a villain is not a pity to die.

But after he really found the murderer and found out that it was his acquaintance, Roland felt that he should listen to the other party's defense.

It's not that he wants to let the other party go, he is just curious why Cross is doing this.

Cross finally raised his head at this time, and he looked at Roland ashamed: "Sorry, Vice President, I didn't want this. I just couldn't help it."

"Why do you have to shoot at ordinary girls. And killing people is too much."

Cross stood up, and only then did Roland realize that his hand had been broken, sweating profusely, and his face pale.

"I'm a nobleman, how can I find those dirty women!" Cross's slightly handsome face became distorted:

"Then why kill them? I believe that with your identity and appearance, it is not difficult to find a long-term, relatively clean lover." Roland asked lightly.

Cross said lightly: "I am a noble."

Roland understood.

Identity gap, some people value this kind of thing very much.

Roland had heard Vivian say in his spare time that Cross was a member of a declining aristocratic family.

Everything is hidden in the heart.

The more such a person is, the easier it is to go to extremes.

Roland didn't understand the mentality of this kind of person, and didn't want to understand it. He looked at Cross and said lightly, "Do you have any last words?"

Cross's face became even paler: "Vice President, you are joking."

"Do you think I'm someone who would joke about this kind of thing?" Roland looked at him quietly.

"Just a few pariah girls... I can lose money."

Roland looked at him quietly.

"Vice President, you can't be so cruel. Those girls are really just pariahs. I have never attacked noble girls."

Roland still looked at him quietly.

Cross's face turned pale.

He knew very well that if a person with a calm personality like Roland didn't speak, it would be really serious.

Cross's legs softened and he knelt down: "Vice President, you can see that I have served you with all my heart during this period of time..."

Having said that, a huge blue fist suddenly appeared in front of Roland and hit him with a strong wind.

One of the derivative spells of the Mage's Hand, taught by Roland, Cross used it well.

But it is a pity that a huge blue mage's hand directly holds this fist in the palm.

This is just a feint of Cross, he never felt that he might be Roland's opponent.

Attacking is just to create a means of escape.

Seeing the hands of the two mages collide, Cross jumped up and ran directly into the depths of the jungle.

Just before taking a few steps, his movements slowed down.

In less than two seconds, he was frozen in place.

He looked at the ground, and at some point, the surrounding ground had been frozen by a large layer of frost.

And his legs were frozen.

Ice Ring!

Cross looked at his legs and was even more horrified. Frost continued to climb up along his legs at a very fast speed.

Soon his legs lost consciousness. He turned his upper body with difficulty, looked back at Roland, and wanted to speak, but all the heat in his body was lost, and his muscles were completely out of control.

In two seconds, the frost climbed to his face, and in another half a second, Cross turned into a snow-white ice sculpture.

At this time, with Roland as the center, within a radius of 100 meters, it has completely turned into a world of frost.

All the trees were covered with a white frost.

Roland walked to Cross and sighed softly.

Murdered... but he didn't have much real sense of murder. I felt as if I had pinched a small animal to death. Although I sighed a little, I was not psychologically uncomfortable.

Do you still consider this a game after all?

Or, are you born a cold-blooded person?

Roland was confused.