Mages Are Too OP

Old John finally understood why his son used 'treacherous' and 'slick', adjectives with obvious emotional tendencies, when evaluating the four golden sons in the city.

The ability of these golden sons to say one thing and do another thing is no worse than that of their nobles.

"Since Your Excellency Roland asks so, then I'll just say it." Old John glanced at the other three and found that although they were eating a lot, their attention was still on himself, so he smiled and continued. : "About the new dock, I must let some people in. I don't know what you four think?"

"Sure?" Roland asked.

Hawk and Link also put down their knives and forks.

"Definitely!" Old John nodded heavily and said: "This is the territory of my John's family. Anyone who builds something on this land must get the consent of our family. You built it without asking us. Well, it's not good. According to the laws of the kingdom, you are to be imprisoned for three months and all your property will be confiscated."

Roland was not nervous at all, Hawk and Link were even smiling.

"So, after we finish this delicious meal, we have to go to prison?" Roland asked.

A gust of breeze blew, and the candles in the four corners of the banquet hall began to shake. The shadows of the few people in the center were stretched and elongated, like a carnival ghost.

After the breeze passed by for a moment, the distorted shadow gradually became normal again.

Old John laughed hahaha: "How is it possible, everyone is well-informed and general, and wouldn't make things so stiff at all."

Roland glanced at Hawk, who started eating again.

This is the signal they agreed on before, and the negotiation will continue to be handed over to Roland, and the bottom line will remain unchanged.

Roland's eyes returned to Old John, and he said in a low voice, "Yes, I believe you, the old city lord, are a reasonable person. Hawke worked hard to build the wharf and helped Delbon City solve hundreds of problems. Even thousands of beggars and refugees will have to pay a lot of taxes in the future, and there will be hard work without credit, so the city lord will not reward him?"

The city lord's smile gradually solidified, and he looked at Roland.

Roland was still smiling and looking at him.

The old city master's momentum is getting stronger and stronger.

But Roland still looked indifferent.

After a while, the city lord stood up and said, "I'm a little sleepy, son, help me entertain these four lords for a while."

Little John nodded expressionlessly.

Then there was silence in the banquet hall, no one spoke, only the sound of Roland and the other four eating.

About ten minutes later, Roland found a random reason to leave the castle, followed by Hawk and others.

Little John didn't send them off.

Stepping out of the castle, Roland snorted as he watched the drawbridge behind him close up at a very fast speed, then turned to Hawke and said, "Be careful, it seems that old John is going to attack us."

Jeter said aside: "Why didn't you try to deal with it just now?"

"It can't be dealt with." Roland shook his head: "The other party is forcing us to make a statement, which will definitely cross Hawke's bottom line. If we don't unite this time, he can find a breakthrough to knock us down."

"We are immortal and immortal, and we are afraid of him?" Jett was a little unconvinced.

"We can be resurrected, but if we defeat each of them, he can kill us back to level zero." Roland explained: "Although we have good strength, there are still too few people. He has an elite army under him, not Huo Huo. The kind of small aristocratic private soldier that Ke dealt with before, and he is a professional himself, we have little chance of winning, and we are not opponents after we separate. We barely trained to LV5 in half a year, how many half years do we have in life?"

Jett clicked his tongue: "I can't tell, he looks like a warrior barbarian, but he is unexpectedly cunning."

Roland turned to look at Hawke: "How many days do you have for the Silver Wings Guild to gather here?"

"The first people will arrive in five days."

"Then it'll last for five days." Roland thought for a while and said, "The four of us had better stay together recently. Let's gather at the dock. I'll go to the magic tower to explain some things, and I'll be there later. "

"Then I'll go back to the Temple of Life to clean up first."

Then the four of them dispersed for the time being. Roland returned to the magic tower, rang the golden bell, gathered everyone, and said, "I will go to the pier outside the city for a while these days, Vivian, you will invite Aldo to the magic tower later. Sit down, remember, just say it's my request, if he doesn't agree, then what I promised him before doesn't count."

The magic apprentices were stunned for a moment, and then they screamed.

"Vice President, don't drive us away from you. Whoever can't get along with you is the one who can't get along with our magic tower. Who else is afraid of our magic tower?"

"Yes, vice president, don't go, we will fight together if there is something. Although our families are all small noble families, it is still a bit famous when we unite."

Vivienne said: "Vice President, you leave us alone every time something happens, we are very unhappy like this."

The two newest little guys are a little overwhelmed.

Roland smiled and said, "There's no way, who told you not to live up to your expectations! If all of you are full-fledged mages, I won't leave."

After a group of magic apprentices heard this, all their faces were embarrassed. Although Roland's words were ugly, they didn't feel any offense.

After all, they are really unsatisfactory.

Roland looked at Vivian: "I trust you the most, remember, you must tell the president exactly what I said just now, understand?"

Roland's expression was solemn, and Vivian could only nod her head in desperation.

Not long after, Roland came out of the magic tower and went directly to the pier outside the city.

The rule of curfew does not exist for spellcasters like them. Moreover, the general defending the city seemed to have not received the news from the city lord, so he let Roland out of the city without any hesitation, and then Jett walked out of the city.

In the tallest and largest wooden square tower-shaped building on the wharf, the charcoal in an iron black pot glows red and red, and a larger wooden tub filled with clear water holds the iron pot in it.

Burning fire in a wooden house is a necessary fire prevention measure.

On the charcoal pot, there is a pot with various ingredients tumbling in it.

The fragrant hot pot soup base smells out.

Roland, Hawke, Link, and Jet each sat in one position, chatting, and the four of them also brushed the forum with one heart and one mind.

Brushing and brushing, Link suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, Roland sand sculpture."

This sudden swearing almost broke everyone's waist.

Link rolled his eyes, covered his mouth and chuckled: "In the picture section, there is an essence sticker, you can see it for yourself."

Roland clicked in, quickly found the post, and found it!

It is indeed a Roland sand sculpture.

A statue made of sand.