Mages Are Too OP

Little John is not a fool. If he were a fool, he would have launched a counterattack against the Golden Sons now, instead of waiting for Bud to come over, and then thinking of joining outsiders with interests to achieve his goals.

Because he is not a fool, he can hear different information from Bud's mindless words.

A sand sculpture that is not a 'miracle' actually looks exactly like Roland. What does this mean?

Little John was silent for a while, and then despair gradually stained his cheeks: "It seems that these golden sons really have a background, and they can even perform miracles... There is no hope for our John family to recover."

The soft voice could not hide the heavy sadness.

"I think it's not just a miracle." Bud took a sip of the fruit wine, but the sweet fruit wine now gave him a bitter taste: "I also threw gold coins, and now I also get that A special ability. There seems to be a voice telling me that this ability is called 'Roland's enthusiasm'."

Bud didn't say anything, just looked out the window, his expression became more lost and gloomy.

Seeing this, Bud slowly talked about some interesting things about the royal city, regardless of whether John could hear it or not.

At this time, what else can you do without chatting?

Revenge?

impossible things.

Half a day later, it was already evening, and when winter was approaching, night came very quickly.

There was a chill in the night wind at this time.

Bud subconsciously tightened his clothes.

When he jumped out of the carriage, he was surprised to find that there were many carriages parked at the entrance of the 'Roland' manor, nobles were coming in and out, and other carriages were slowly approaching from a distance.

He came to the front of the door and didn't speak yet. The housekeeper in charge of receiving the guests saw him and immediately came up and said, "Your Excellency Bud, you are finally back, that's great."

Bud pointed to the brightly lit manor and asked curiously, "This is?"

"Our master specially set up a banquet for you, and at the same time, we urgently invited some prominent nobles and businessmen in the city to come here." The butler led the way and said, "Master is waiting for you in the study."

Along the way, Bud greeted some familiar people, and the nobles who were not familiar with him were also asking others about his identity.

And entering the banquet hall, Bud also saw a group of different people.

Their dress was a bit strange, but it was definitely not abrupt, which fit the solemnity of the banquet, and most importantly, Bud felt a similar temperament to Roland in them.

After a short period of stunnedness, Bud's expression froze, and he suddenly thought of a terrifying possibility.

After quietly taking a look at this group of people who were playing around in the venue and seemed to have no etiquette, Bud went up to the third floor.

He felt a little chill on his back, and when he touched it back, he found some cold sweat spilling out of his skin.

Then he took a deep breath, opened the door and entered the study.

I saw Roland who was alone in the study.

There were no candles in the room, but there was an illuminating light ball hanging on the roof, which was as bright as day in the not-so-big space.

Bud sat in front of Roland, his eyes were very serious, very serious, and even asked a little: "The group downstairs, all the sons of gold?"

Roland nodded.

Bud twitched his cheeks: "All professionals?"

Roland nodded again.

Then Bud sighed and looked out the window, as if he had seen through the red dust.

Just when Roland was about to question, Bud spoke first: "Little John is so pitiful."

Roland felt a little puzzled, this Bud's thinking was too jumpy.

About ten minutes later, Bud came out of Roland's study, and his expression became more and more dazed. In the following banquet, he was at the mercy of Roland like a puppet. He watched Roland say some inappropriate words before the banquet, then raised a glass to all the nobles present, and was pushed to the front desk like a puppet. Laugh and interact instinctively with other people.

It wasn't until late at night, when the nobles were almost gone, that Bud slowly recovered.

The darker the night, the colder it becomes.

Bud exhaled a long breath, and a light white mist had already appeared.

He was sitting by the window, holding a glass of turquoise fruit wine in his hand, and he didn't drink it. He watched the frosty moonlight shine down, and in the microwave shaking of the fruit wine, he fainted with silver ripples.

Bard has long known that the Son of Gold is very powerful and will have a great impact on their noble class sooner or later.

But he did not expect that this day would come so quickly.

That night, he raised his glass to the moon without drinking, and stayed up all night.

The next day, Bud found Roland and said, "I plan to stay here for a while, can you let me join your magic tower temporarily, communicate with them, and learn basic magic knowledge,"

Roland smiled and said, "Of course there is no problem."

Roland was also improvised at last night's banquet.

After all, Bard won almost double the reward for himself, not to mention gold coins, magic materials are also hard currency in Roland's view.

Many times there is nowhere to buy it.

So in order to express his gratitude, Roland held a banquet for him according to the custom here.

Because it was a hasty decision, Roland thought that not many people would participate.

But I didn't expect that almost all the people came when the housekeeper sent an invitation.

The other group of players are members of the Silver Wing Guild who have only moved here in the last few days.

There are about 70 people, although the level is generally around LV2 and LV3, but it is already a very strong force.

The purpose of Roland's banquet is to give Bud a clean-up, and the other reason is to see if the players can integrate into the Delbon noble class.

As a result... the outlook is not very optimistic.

Although both sides have tried to communicate, the gap between the three views is a bit far, and some concepts are even diametrically opposed.

Chatting and chatting, the mood of the two sides was not very good, and it was a lucky thing not to scold each other on the spot.

Although this attempt was considered a failure, this banquet caused quite a stir in the forum.

A player went straight to the recording, edited it a little, and sent the video out.

"The real aristocratic banquet, finally gained insight"

Behind this post, a large group of players are leaving comments.

' It looks like a gentleman and a lady, but in fact it is a male thief and a female prostitute. ‘

' Upstairs, where did you get that feeling? Why do I only have the impression of feasting. ‘

' Human experience is different, boy. ‘

' If it wasn't for Roland, it is estimated that in the middle and later stages of the banquet, these guys would blow out the candles and cause chaos on the spot. ‘

’ No, where on earth did you see this sign? ‘

' I don't understand either. ‘

’ Of course you serious people can’t understand it, all you can understand are people who have some money and often go to parties. They are the actors themselves, and of course they can understand the body language of those people. Including me. ‘

This reply is Principal Huang, and the local tyrant's golden reply font directly caused a commotion among the players.

At this time, Roland brought Bard to the magic tower and said to the magic apprentices: "Your Excellency Bard will live in the magic tower for more than ten days from today, and discuss with you the basic knowledge of magic. Welcome everyone. ."

The applause sounded, and the magic apprentices applauded, but their expressions were very stiff and nervous.

On the contrary, the four magician players looked very calm, and even had some interest in their eyes.