Mages Are Too OP

A large number of people were blocked at the gate of the inner city. Roland estimated that there should be more than 3,000 people, and people continued to come, which soon blocked the traffic.

In the information age, if people hear such unreasonable orders, most people will make trouble, and those in power will be held accountable.

But in this world, the entire city, the entire Enkat Territory, is owned by the city owner. He said that the city would be closed, and the commoners really couldn't find a law to refute this decision.

Even Andonara and Vivian took it for granted.

Not to mention ordinary citizens.

But Roland didn't think so.

It's just that he was not excited, but asked, "Can we go out first?"

At this time, Andonara grabbed Roland's left arm violently, as if worried about what he was doing.

"sure."

The soldiers guarding the gate naturally did not dare to stop a magician and two women who were obviously nobles.

The three of Roland went out of the city from the side door, and then Andonara relaxed a little and held Roland's arm.

Walking under the shade of a tree, Roland looked at Andonara's nervous face and asked, "Are you afraid I would do something?"

Andonara nodded: "I have already inquired about your past. As far as I know, you have blown up two city gates. I am worried that you will blow up this city gate again if you are not happy."

"I'm not that unreasonable."

Andonara gave him a glance: "You golden sons really don't have much sense in doing things."

"It's just a misunderstanding."

"It's strange to believe in you." Andona said in an angry voice.

Vivian looked a little envious from the side. She also wanted to chat with Roland as naturally as Andonara, but...as a girl of yellow flowers, she is still a little reserved, and Andonara is a woman after all, some Things are more open.

For example, going to Roland's bed every day to sleep, bullying Roland as a player doesn't need to rest.

The three came to the door of the open-air theater and found that there were already many carriages there.

And the entrance was actually guarded by a team of twenty or so elite soldiers.

The three of Roland had just arrived, and the leading little officer looked at them, then waved, and the soldiers let go.

Entering the theater, Roland saw that there were already people sitting in the first three rows of the auditorium.

All of them looked well-dressed and looked proud.

When Roland and the other three came in, they immediately caught the attention of most people.

After all, the three dresses are too bright. Roland is still wearing a magic robe, which is a 'passable' uniform, while Andonara is beautiful and Vivienne is beautiful, both of them are rare beauties, naturally striking.

Roland looked around, ignoring the nobles, and walked over to the orchestra.

At this time, the people in the troupe are chatting and chatting, and those who eat snacks eat snacks.

Roland walked over, Britney was chatting with a girl player, saw him coming, stood up and smiled: "You're here!"

Roland looked around and asked, "Are you... not ready to start the show?"

"What to play!" Britney smiled coldly: "We don't have anyone, so we don't play."

"Domineering." Roland gave a thumbs up: "How about I stay and watch the show?"

"Of course there's no problem." Britney couldn't be more happy: "With many big bosses, we are more confident... Do you think so?"

Britney suddenly shouted to the side.

Then a bunch of players turned their heads and responded weakly: "Of course."

Then the players did their own things again, chatting continued to chat, and snacking continued to eat snacks.

If it was a combat-type player, most of them would come to join in the fun and chat with Roland.

But these casual players are either musicians or learn to sing in reality. Their idea of ​​playing games is different from that of a pure player like Roland. They are in two different circles. Therefore, no matter how famous Roland is, they are not too much. Exaggerated reaction.

Then Roland chatted with Britney at the backstage of the theater. After chatting and chatting, Roland became involved with this group of players.

And Andonara, Vivian and Britney chatted quite happily.

Time flies.

Soon the nobles in the audience couldn't stand it anymore, and they sent a waiter over to ask when the performance would start.

Britney turned her head and said, "Tell your master, there are too few people, and we are not interested in performing."

The guard wanted to get angry, but seeing that everyone here was a professional, he immediately held back and turned back.

Not long after, a young man in Chinese clothes came over with four soldiers.

His eyes swept around the backstage, and then asked, "Which is Ms. Britney?"

No one pays attention to him, at most just look at him, and then continue what to do.

In this atmosphere, the young man's face turned red and angry. He said angrily, "Are you polite?"

Still no one cared about him.

The young man was even more angry, he glared at the crowd for a while, and then left with the soldiers.

After Britney and others left, they said, "Look, someone with a bigger temper will come over in a while."

"What are you going to do with it?" Roland asked.

"Wait." Britney said lightly, "until they are willing to open the city gate, or we leave in three days. There is no need to get used to the high temperament of these second uncles."

Roland smiled.

At this time, the young man returned to the auditorium and said to a rather dignified middle-aged man: "Father, those bards are unwilling to pay attention to me, and they are not even interested in looking at me, it is too arrogant. "

The young man's voice was a little loud, and everyone around heard it, and suddenly there was an uproar.

The middle-aged man patted his thigh and asked, "No exaggeration?"

"No."

"These golden sons don't take us seriously." At this time, a middle-aged nobleman with a belly next to him interjected: "We have more than two hundred nobles here, large and small, as well as wealthy merchants. People, how about letting them serve us alone once? After the show is over, when we leave, the mud legs can naturally come in. Do you really want us to watch the show with those mud legs? I can't afford to lose it. That face."

"I'll talk to them in person." The middle-aged man stood up.

"There's no need for that." Another mustache nobleman stood up next to him: "You are the city lord, so let me go. Anyway, I'm also the sheriff here, or a viscount, they have to give some face."

The city owner thought for a while and sat down again.

The sheriff called out the thirteen soldiers this time and walked quickly to the backstage.

As soon as he got to the backstage, he saw a group of players chatting and eating lazily, and suddenly became angry.

"You sons of gold, do you understand basic human manners?" The moustache nobleman was so angry that his beard was almost curled up: "The two of us were waiting outside with many people, and you are actually playing here, did you confuse the audience? As your food and clothing parents?"