Mages Are Too OP

The pile of blue-green gems of different sizes was roughly estimated by six thieves to be worth about 90 gold coins, plus more than 60 gold coins, they found about 150 gold coins from the castle.

If it is converted into soft sister coins, it is only more than two million.

This amount of money may not sound like much, but almost all players feel that this is a huge amount of money.

Money is a matter of purchasing power, and it also depends on the consumption level of the current society.

For example, in the 1970s and 1980s, the price of pork was about six or seven cents per pound. It was cheap, but there were still very few people who could afford pork. At that time, eating meat itself was a luxury. Imagine, in the 1970s and 1980s, when the price of pork was less than one yuan per catty, what was it like to have a deposit of more than 2 million?

In this game world, the price of goods and the consumption level of the people are even lower than those in the 1978s. Honey white bread, known as an entry-level luxury, only needs two copper coins, which sounds very cheap, but ordinary civilians I didn't dare to eat indiscriminately, because one copper coin can already buy several catties of wheat, and the food that two copper coins can buy is a family's ration for more than ten days.

How can you dare to eat indiscriminately.

So this pile of gold coins and gems, in this world, is already a huge sum of money.

And Betel is just the lord of a small town.

Because the castle was set on fire, the main force of loot was six thieves, and they naturally wanted to take more. Therefore, they took out something worth sixty gold coins and gave them to the six thieves.

The other 90 gold coins are divided equally among the other 30 or so players.

It doesn't matter whether Roland wants the money or not. Now the number of magicians who go to Wangcheng to learn specialties is gradually increasing. There are now more than 30 gold coins in his system backpack. He is not short of money. But if you don't take it, most people will secretly label it as being out of place, showing off, being rich, etc., so he symbolically took a small white gem as his 'task bonus' .

Afterwards, the players ate, drank and bragged outside Mori City, and after two days of carnival, they dispersed slowly.

All the food and drinks during the period were bought from Murray City.

At first, the residents and businessmen of the whole city were very afraid of the crazy players outside the city. These sons of gold didn't need to sleep. They drank too much in the middle of the night, beating gongs and drums outside the city, singing some strange songs. , It sounds scary, and children don't dare to cry at night.

But then they found out that these players give money for food and money for shopping. When they accidentally bump into someone, they will take the initiative to apologize first, so they gradually become bolder and dare to contact them, and even take the initiative to sell some drinks. to players.

There are some more daring ones who dare to come and eat and drink.

The players didn't care either. When they came, they poured wine and meat for them. It was extremely generous.

No matter how lively the banquet was, it would end. Roland was the last to leave. When he was about to leave, a team of soldiers escorted a little boy and found him.

This is a skinny little boy who looks a little timid, and can't hold up his aura even in aristocratic clothes.

But facing Roland, he still used the most cowardly attitude, and said something that was very in line with equal diplomacy: "Respected Great Magister, I am a distant relative of the Betel family, as the last heir of Mori City. , As the current lord of Mori City, I think I should be qualified to ask your Excellency something."

The little boy was really scared. He spoke with a vibrato, and there seemed to be tears in his big eyes, but he still bravely looked straight into Roland's eyes without any dodging.

Roland looked at the guard soldiers next to him. These soldiers were the last group who accompanied Betel a few days ago and wanted to live and die with Betel.

But when they faced Roland's scrutinizing gaze, they all turned their heads away subconsciously, not looking at him.

Roland's gaze returned to the little boy, and smiled: "You ask."

The little boy's voice was still trembling: "Have you completed the set goal of revenge, and will you attack our Mori City again in the future?"

Seeing him so scared, Roland asked curiously, "If we come again next time, what are you going to do?"

When Roland said this, the rest hadn't left, and several players who were responsible for disposing and burying the garbage also came over. For a time, several men in black robes stood together, looking at the opposite side, with great deterrence.

"I..." Seeing more and more people in black robes on the opposite side, not only did the little boy's voice tremble even more this time, but even his lips were turning white and trembling: "I... feel like hitting... killing, no... Good. We... can change the way, we hand in... a certain amount of gold coins every month, as... surrender, please let go... our Mori city... civilians!"

The guards next to them were swallowing their saliva. They were extremely uneasy. They wanted to put their hands on the handle, but they didn't dare, for fear of irritating the group of people in black robes on the opposite side.

The little boy was less than ten years old. Seeing him bravely restraining his fear, Roland felt a little pity and reached out, trying to touch the little guy's head and comfort him.

In the end, this action frightened the little boy, and he closed his eyes with a small cry.

But he still stood up straight and did not step back.

Several guards had put their hands on the hilt of the sword, but they did not draw the sword.

Roland patted the little boy's head and said gently: "The position of the city lord is a bit hard, work hard, we will not come again in the future."

After speaking, Roland left.

Several other players also came up, and everyone patted the little boy's head and said, "Do well."

"Do well, don't imitate your elders."

"Work hard and be a good city lord."

Then the players left together, and their self-joking voices came from afar.

"That little boy is so brave. If I was in his position, it would be strange if I didn't get scared and puke out on the spot."

"It's disgusting and cowardly. If I were me, I would definitely just foam at the mouth and faint."

Then there was a series of self-release, wretched laughter.

Watching these unmasked men in black robes leave, watching their figures almost disappear, the trembling little boy couldn't help falling to the ground.

He covered his face with one hand and wept softly, "It's scary, it scares me to death, it scares me to death."

As he spoke, a water stain appeared on the ground beneath him.

Discovering this situation, the little boy's cry was even more ashamed.

A personal soldier squatted down and gently patted the little boy on the back: "Little master, you are already very brave, very remarkable."

Roland returned to Mori City, found the former coachman, rode in the original carriage, and walked in the same direction as when he came and went.

It wasn't long before I got on the carriage, and I received a message from the guild from Beta: "Brother Roland, in the comprehensive discussion area of ​​the forum, there is a post that names you and wants to deal with you!"

Roland was stunned, did he offend someone?

He immediately opened the forum and quickly found the post.

"On How to Target Roland, the Strongest Mage".

The poster claimed to be a 'lawbreaker'.