Mages Are Too OP

As the sun went down, the afterglow dyed the entire city blood red.

The beggar army began to clean up the corpses on the street. They were not too dirty or tired, and they moved all the corpses outside the city.

And also let people spread the news in the city, hoping that the family of the deceased will claim the body, if no one claims, they will be buried together and erect an anonymous monument.

After the news spread, until late at night, a large number of soldiers were buried, and not many people came to claim them.

This is normal. Now that the city head of Delbon has changed the king's flag, everyone understands that the city owner's family is finished, and whether it is dead or alive depends on the meaning of the golden sons.

Under such circumstances, who would dare to meet with the golden sons who have gained power rashly, what if this is a trap?

The bright moonlight also shines on the castle.

Old John's two corpses were put together, and several corpses were carefully mending them.

The city lord's wife sat aside with a blank expression, looking at the silver moon in the sky, she didn't know what she was thinking.

And her little daughter was sobbing beside her, her voice was low and suppressed, not daring to speak loudly.

After all, there were more than a dozen beggar troops watching over them.

In addition, Pastor Jeter is also dozing off.

Little John looked at his father's body, and then looked at the full moon in the sky. The cold moonlight had an inexplicable chill, and he couldn't help but clasped his chest tightly with his hands.

Until now, he was still a little confused, and even felt like he was in a dream.

It's just that in less than a day, he has become a prisoner. In his eyes, the powerful father has also died.

No substance at all.

Wish it was a nightmare.

Seeing that it was almost dawn, the city lord's wife was sitting on the chair, and it seemed that she was about to fall asleep. Her husband's body was being stitched up not far away, but she was able to fall asleep, which was a skill in itself.

The little daughter stopped crying, as if she had cried enough, and her voice had become hoarse.

Little John got up, walked to Jett who was dozing off, and asked, "What should we do with us? It's time to give us an answer."

He finished speaking, then found his voice hoarse.

Jett opened his eyes and said lightly, "No need to worry, as long as you don't make trouble casually, you won't die. Let's talk about it when Roland and the others get together."

At this time, Roland was deriving the magic model diagram in the magic tower.

He had already figured out the magic puppet used for reconnaissance.

First of all, the mobility must be guaranteed, and then the size must be small. The smaller the thing, the more suitable it is for reconnaissance purposes, and the less likely it is to be found by others, and then the perception distance, if there is not enough vision, it can’t be used as a scout.

Then there is the environment and terrain adaptability.

At least you have to be able to go up and down the water, as for flying... Now Roland still doesn't understand the flight principle of magic, so let's pass it for the time being.

Then according to these requirements, things were made, but Roland watched the one-eyed magic 'spider' with the size of a fist crawling around in the laboratory at an extremely fast speed, and always felt that something was wrong.

After looking and thinking for a while, he found that this thing was still too conspicuous.

The 'spider' with a big fist, and it is still light yellow, this thing is really conspicuous.

How to reduce the presence of this thing... It's the most effective way to do it in a small way, but the problem is that Roland's model has already reduced the size of this magic puppet to a minimum, and it can't be any smaller.

Roland was a little worried.

If this thing wasn't yellow, maybe it wouldn't be so conspicuous, change the color... wait!

Roland's mind suddenly flashed.

This magic puppet can change color, so it is not necessary to make it into a chameleon mode. As long as it is similar to the color of the surrounding environment, even a spider with a big fist is difficult to be found.

He couldn't help but snapped his fingers and gave a thumbs up to his idea. When he was about to use this function to start modifying the spell model, there was a light knock on the door behind him.

Roland turned back and found that it was Aldo.

"It's such a time, and you're still in the mood to do magic experiments. You really have a big heart." Aldo walked in with a smile. Some said enviously: "Another new derivative magic, your talent is really good."

"Because I spent all my time on magic, unlike a certain president, who spent it on a woman's belly."

Aldo laughed when he heard the words: "I'm happy... You should know what I'm here for."

"I know, on behalf of other nobles and big businessmen in the city, I want to help draw a line for us to meet, or I want to hear my opinions and opinions."

"It's true." Aldo nodded and said, "It's really smart."

"I'm doing magic experiments here, but I'm actually waiting for you to come. I'm not familiar with other nobles. If they want to talk to peace, they have to find an acquaintance to communicate, and you are the most suitable person."

Hahaha! Aldo laughed, and there was an inexplicable pleasure in his smile: "Those nobles have finally begged me. You don't know, although I am a well-known person in the city, no one actually looks down on me. , after all, too many people know that I used to be a dog."

Roland sighed lightly.

"Introducing you to our magic tower is really the right choice." Aldo sighed, even a little complacent: "Although you haven't had a conflict with the guys in the general meeting, you have killed a city lord now. I am more and more convinced, In the future, you will have great conflicts with the people in the general meeting, and then there will be a good show to watch."

Roland smiled and said, "I will avoid the King City of Hollevin from now on."

Aldo was choked and said helplessly, "Can you make me happy?"

Roland shrugged.

Aldo sighed: "Okay, let's get down to business. The nobles want to see you."

"Want to take the opportunity to pick peaches?"

Because of the 'proficiency in the language', the word picking peaches has been translated into a colloquial saying with similar meaning in Holevin.

Aldo smiled contemptuously: "They don't dare to take credit, they just want to get some bones from your hands to eat. You dare to kill even the city lord, and you have killed nearly a thousand elite soldiers. Who dares to make trouble with you?"

"How can they help us?"

Aldo said rightfully: "A lot."

Roland was silent for a while.

The group of nobles is a bit annoying, but it is still inseparable from them. Whether the entire city can be stabilized in the future depends on whether they cooperate or not.

Of course, Hawke and Link should have a way to deal with these nobles in the long run.

You have to endure them now.

After a while, Roland said, "Help me set a time and place."

"Well, just come to my house. With this kind of business, both of you will feel much more at ease."

"Then trouble you."