Mages Are Too OP

Seeing that Roland was willing to copy, Tobion nodded with satisfaction, and his bald head seemed to be brighter.

He took a piece of parchment from the bookshelf, put it in front of Roland, and said, "This is dimensional anchor magic, you have two hours to copy, and I will ask the housekeeper to bring the paper and ink up. of."

Then he picked up the staff again and rubbed it lightly, looking like he couldn't put it down.

Roland opened the book... It was a very large piece of stitched kraft paper, which looked like a book when folded in a specific way.

Turning on the camera function provided by the system, Roland photographed this dimensional anchor spell model from four angles.

Then he said to Tobion: "Okay, Your Excellency, I have written it down."

Torbjörn was so frightened that he almost dropped the staff in his hand to the ground.

"These thousands, almost ten thousand nodes, you actually remembered them down?"

Roland smiled and said, "Our golden son has a special recording method."

"It's really enviable, immortal and immortal, and the memory ability is quite strong now." Tobion sighed, the staff in his hand did not seem to be so attractive to him: "Are all your golden sons monsters?"

Roland smiled modestly.

Although the nobles do not want to talk about the Son of Gold in public, after all, these guys are different from ordinary civilians and have no fear of them.

Under normal circumstances, they would have bullied these golden sons like they bullied commoners.

But the problem is that the son of gold is really not easy to mess with.

It's just immortality and immortality, everyone is a professional, and the strength of the same rank seems to be stronger than the general professional.

What's even more disgusting is that these golden sons are very nosy, as long as it's something they don't like, they'll take care of it.

There are fewer golden sons in Wangcheng, and it is not very obvious. Just a few days ago, a few came, and they ran away after collecting a lot of money from the nobles, not even the clothes.

Only caused some waves and discussions.

But the nobility's intelligence gathering ability is not weak, they have heard intermittently that two city lords have died in the hands of the golden son.

Although the son of gold still abides by the unspoken rules in the end and has no intention of changing the bloodline of the city lord, no matter which city lord or the current owner of the noble family wants to die.

In addition, more and more golden sons are coming out for beggars and civilians, and many noble families have an intuitive impression of them.

A group of strange alien races with three views comparable to the kind-hearted metal dragons.

Such a race is very troublesome... Metal dragons often turn into humanoids and go to the human world to punish evil and promote good, which is already troublesome enough.

Now there is another group of golden sons.

The life of the nobles is getting worse and worse.

Tobion put down the staff in his hand, and said, "Where are the two nodes you just mentioned, point to me again."

"Here." Roland immediately put the spell model he prepared earlier on the table.

In fact, he had understood it long ago, but when he was doing a full set of dramas, he naturally had to show the look of listening intently.

Tobion is worthy of being a master-level mage. He only glanced at it and said: "These two points are indeed a bit difficult, especially for a mage like you who has just reached the elite level. When the power is transmitted, it must be stable and thin, but at this point, the magic power transmission needs to be strengthened. The magic power requirements of all nodes are not the same, you have to grasp the feeling. "

"I see." Roland nodded.

"By the way, can I see this spell model again?" Torbjörn asked suddenly.

Roland smiled and said: "Of course there is no problem, I will give it to the master."

"Thank you." Tobion touched his bald head, feeling a little embarrassed, and then said: "There are still two floors of my magic tower empty, why don't you live here during this time?"

"No, thank you." Roland waved his hand lightly: "I stayed with Kaka-Bad and knew him very well."

"The boy of the Bud family, I heard that he has been in trouble recently. Are you here to help him?"

Roland shrugged: "I only found out after I came here, but I can't help. I'm just a son of gold, I have no roots or power in this world. I can only comfort him by the side. But I heard that he has his own I don't know how."

"Oh, in this case, can you survive the Jedi?" Tobion said with great interest: "Then I have to take a good look."

Roland looked at the sky outside at this time and said: "Lord Torbjörn, thank you very much for your answer, it is indeed the right choice to visit you. I also really want to listen to your teaching again, but now I have some important things to deal with. , I'll retire for now."

After speaking, Roland stood up.

"Come again when you have time." Tobion nodded with a smile.

Then the butler standing outside came in and led Roland down the magic tower.

The sun from the west came in from the window and hit Tobion's bald head, shining brightly.

It was hot and uncomfortable.

In the past, Torbjörn would definitely go over to the window immediately. He didn't like his bald head being exposed to the sun. Usually, he would wear a hood when he went out on a sunny day.

It just so happens that the magic robe usually comes with a hood. After wearing it, the head is covered, the face is hidden in the shadow of the hood, and it has the mysterious style of a magician.

But now, he was fascinated by the teleport spell model diagram in front of him.

Compared with the ordinary teleport spell model, this spell model has more nodes, and the connection and distance between the nodes are more in line with his cognition.

That is to say, if the spell is cast according to this spell model, some of the steps he used in the past can be omitted, so as to achieve the same teleportation distance with less mental power.

The most important thing is that this spell model diagram is very accurate. If he can correct his previous spellcasting habits, he can control the teleportation distance more accurately.

Instead of teleporting to the top of a rock with a foothold only the size of a palm, but teleporting too far.

This can be teleported to some very complex terrain in actual combat, which is of great tactical value.

This spell model diagram was made by Roland himself?

What a genius.

Wait... The name Roland sounds familiar. He suddenly remembered something. He looked up the model of the derived spell of the Hand of Spell on the bookshelf, and saw the name in the note behind it.

Roland!

Thinking of when he introduced himself just now, he said that he was the president of the Magic Tower of Delbon City.

It was him!

"Perhaps, in the future, I have to suggest to the general meeting that the channels for the Master of the Son of Gold to obtain spell models should not be allowed to make them progress too fast, otherwise... there will be no place for us to stand in the future."

He regretted giving the dimensional anchor to Roland.

Roland returned to Kaka's manor and saw several carriages at the door.

A group of people pointed around Kaka in the garden.

Kaka's expression looked very annoyed.

what's going on?