Mages Are Too OP

Roland is the kind of person who doesn't care much. For him, the ups and downs of the people in Delbon City really have no interest.

He is a mage. Although he has only been a mage for half a year, he has already contracted some common fatal problems of mage.

For example... I don't care much about things, and I don't care much about people outside.

What banquets, hunting, playing with beauties and other noble social activities, do you have magical models that make people addicted?

Are there magical textures that are beautiful and moving?

All are clouds.

If he had to say that the people he valued in Delbon City were nothing more than some familiar players, as well as the apprentices in the magic tower.

And Vivienne is a person who is close to him, so most of the people who can ask Vivienne to send a message have a certain relationship with Vivienne's family.

Seeing Vivian's face, Roland had to meet the inviter no matter what.

Following Vivian, Roland came to a manor not too far from his home.

Then he was welcomed into the manor by the butler with very thoughtful etiquette, and then on the balcony on the second floor, he met the person who invited him.

An old woman I had seen before.

Christine, that's the old woman's name.

She asked Roland to sit down and let the servant serve cakes and a drink similar to scented tea. Then she smiled and said, "It's not easy to invite you, Your Excellency Roland. If it weren't for Vivian and I, who are still somewhat distant relatives, we would There's really no way to see you."

Roland chuckled lightly and said, "It's not difficult, old man, if you want to see me, ask someone to come over and shout."

"Drink some flower water first, I heard that the elves like to drink water like this." Christine pointed to the cup in front of Roland with her already wrinkled fingers.

Roland took a sip and said, "It tastes good."

Christine smiled softly: "I know that your time is precious, so I won't be verbose. I want to ask, what exactly do your golden sons want to do?"

Um? Roland asked Christine with a strange look in his eyes.

"The sheriff named Link has been rectifying the order on the streets recently, which was originally a very reasonable thing." The old woman's tone gradually became serious: "But recently his movements have become fierce, A lot of things started to intervene."

Roland took another sip of the scented tea without hesitation. He had to say that the scented tea actually tasted pretty good, but they called it 'flower water', which felt weird: "What industry are you involved in?"

"That's not to interfere in other industries. It's just that his efforts to maintain law and order have gone too far, and he has almost reached the point where there is no distinction between good and evil."

Hearing this, Roland smiled and said: "Impossible, I still understand that person Link, he can't do things that point to horses."

The old woman stared at Roland, her pupils motionless.

Roland smiled and looked back at each other.

After a while, the old lady Christine said slowly, "It seems that you also think that Link is doing the right thing?"

"I just believe that he won't arbitrarily spread the rectification movement to ordinary people." Roland took another sip of the herbal tea and said, "Of course, it is up to ordinary people to judge whether it is right or not, not you and me. ."

Roland doesn't believe these nobles. He only believes two points at most.

Besides, there is no reason to believe the old woman's words, but not her own countrymen.

"It seems that although Your Excellency Roland has been staying in the magic tower, his ability to collect information is not bad." Christine looked at Roland for a while with a half-smile, and continued: "Well, since everyone They are all people who understand, so I won’t be secretive when I speak. Link wants to rectify the order and didn’t drink it, but please don’t beat our dog.”

"We?" Roland sat up straight: "It seems that you have joined forces to put pressure on me."

Christine shook her head: "We didn't mean that, just begging, give us a little face."

Roland sighed: "Sorry, I can't promise you anything about this. Link is the sheriff, and I'm just a magician who doesn't care about anything."

Hearing this, Christine felt that this young caster was simply not slick. He looked carefree when he spoke, but he didn't reveal any useful information at all, just like an old fox.

"Your Excellency Roland, too clear water can't raise big fish."

Roland laughed when he heard this: "What Link wants is a drinkable water, it's for people to drink, not for raising fish. Ordinary people drink too much turbid water, and the body will only get out of it. question."

"But there will be no big fish," said the old woman coldly.

Roland raised his eyebrows: "Why is it necessary to raise fish in the lake, but it can't be used for drinking? Even if there are no fish, the water can be drunk and used for farming, but it can be used to support people? Besides, the fish raised can be eaten by ordinary people. Is it possible? It's not in the belly of a beast."

Christine's expression became colder: "That is to say, Your Excellency Roland, are you not going to persuade Link?"

"As I said, I don't care, I don't want to persuade, but I think he did the right thing." Roland stood up, looked at the old woman, and said, "I also hope that Delbon City is clear water."

"Even if Vivian begged you, you wouldn't change your mind?" the old woman asked.

Roland was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Then you ask Vivian to ask me to talk about it. Also... You have recently received a lot of property from the city lord, your strength has increased, and your psychology has expanded. So you feel qualified to us. Come to discuss the conditions, but don't forget. How come there are no more than 1,000 elite soldiers in the city owner! When the old city owner was there, you didn't dare to move. Now that the old city owner is gone, you have come to threaten to make the old city owner disappear' We', who gave you the guts."

Being stared at by Roland with a contemptuous look, the old woman suddenly felt a little chill in her heart.

She closed her eyes slowly: "I understand, no matter how many jackals gather, they can't beat a strong male lion. But we can change the conditions. For example, if you can restrict Link, each of our families is willing to give up the license. Some benefits for you. One person and one family may give a little bit, but if there are more families, then your power will be greatly improved. And as far as I know, your Excellency has been a little unhappy with Link and the others recently."

Roland was silent.

He heard that this sentence was the old woman's true thoughts, or the ultimate move.

The front is just a foreshadowing, and then a temptation.

Now is the picture.

They want to divide players, similar to what John Jr. did a few months ago.

But they did it better and the timing was better.

They could even find out that Roland, Hawke and others had already separated.

Seeing Roland being silent, the old woman showed a smug smile: "I don't dare to say anything else, but at least I can make you the shadow city lord of Delbon. And we are your loyal allies and companions."