Mages Are Too OP

Redding's meaning is obvious, that is, he wants to use the so-called "group righteousness, group interests" to force Britney and others to perform for them first.

Britney was a little angry. Since she entered the game, she has been smooth sailing. Even if there are obstacles, she can use brute force to make a way out by virtue of her identity as a player.

This is the first time she has encountered such a dilemma in front of her.

If they don't agree, the loss of the player group will be counted on their head. Even if some players can understand them, not all of them are willing to 'understand' others. As long as their own interests are damaged, they don't care whether it makes sense or not, and they will slap the 'bad' people on their side. First.

But if she agreed, she couldn't help it. Why should she perform for a few nobles, they were art workers, not actors.

In reality, bowing down for three buckets of rice is enough to make artists like them worry. In the game, they can still encounter similar situations.

Seeing Britney being embarrassed, Redding smiled proudly: "It's not unacceptable to show us first, right? Besides, we can donate a sum of money together for you, not much, there are still dozens of gold coins. of."

Dozens of gold coins, a lot, is more than enough to build a small family.

All the nobles smiled, and it was not difficult for them to give out one or two gold coins each.

They'd be happy if that would get the Vienna troupe to back down.

Most of the nobles are not stupid. They can see that the Vienna Performance Troupe just wants to demote their nobles to the same level as the clay feet.

This is not just a matter of fighting for a breath or a face, but also a matter of their inner dignity. It can even be said that if their nobles retire, their 'nobility' will be affected to a certain extent in the future. blow.

Maybe it will make some untouchables have unnecessary thoughts.

Not so obedient.

So...they have to fight.

"I personally can donate three gold coins."

"I don't have much money, so donating one is no problem."

The nobles shouted with laughter.

The city owner's expression also smiled: "As the local owner, I will donate ten gold coins."

As soon as these words came out, the nobles behind him suddenly shouted:

"The Lord of the City is really generous."

"That beautiful lady, don't you thank the Lord of the City?"

Britney's expression was a little ugly.

She really wanted to beat the group of people in front of her, but although the other party's words were a little embarrassing, their behavior was really not enough to make people do it.

At such a time, whoever makes the first move has no reason.

Dozens of people in Vienna stood up, walked behind Britney, and waited for her to scream, then went up to beat them.

It can be said that the group of people in front of them is not enough for them to fight.

But Britney knows that the current state cannot be solved by fighting.

Seeing that Britney still didn't make a statement, Redding sighed and said, "Ms., make a decision quickly, or I will make a decision."

Britney became more and more embarrassed.

At this moment, Roland, who had been sitting just now, stood up.

He walked in front of Britney, and everyone's eyes were on him.

After all, Roland is wearing a magic robe, and anyone who dares to stand up at such a time must have two brushes.

"President Reading of Enkat City?" Roland smiled at the other party: "Hello, I was just going to find you."

"You are?"

Redding looked at Roland, this Golden Son Mage was stared at by so many big people without stage fright, and it seemed that he had some skills.

At least the heart is good, and the magic power fluctuations revealed are very balanced, it seems that the talent is good.

If you can... After a lot of hard work, you can pull it into your own magic tower to be an assistant, it should be good. Hearing that the Son of Gold can be resurrected, some dangerous magic experiments were handed over to him, which couldn't be more beautiful.

"Roland, president of the Magic Tower of Delbon City, just happened to travel here with a few apprentices. He was going to talk to you about his knowledge and experience in magic. He didn't expect to encounter it here."

Roland spoke very kindly, his smile was also very gentle, and even his right hand was broken in half, but for some reason, all the nobles could feel a sense of arrogance from him.

"Roland? President?" Redding's expression was taken aback: "You and a few magic apprentices built this theater in one day?"

Roland nodded: "Yes, the skills are not good, there is no way, my few apprentices have no talent, and the journey is quite tiring, so it took almost a day. It is reasonable to say that it should be built in half a day."

Hearing this, everyone in the Vienna performance troupe was holding back their laughter. Roland was obviously modest, but he was actually trying his best to praise his apprentice's words, which made people feel very funny, and even a little relieved.

Redding nodded calmly: "It's really good."

Although it was calm on the surface, Redding felt like a storm in his heart.

It was already outrageous to build such a high-quality open-air opera house in one day, but the other party said that the time could be shortened to half a day.

This kind of show off of Chi Guoguo made him feel extremely unhappy. I thought the other party was a promising young lion, and wanted to recruit the other party, but the other party took off his skin and found out that this young lion was actually a bipedal flying dragon.

It's just that you can't lose if you lose, and Redding can only try to pretend that he doesn't care.

"Speaking of which, we will definitely become friends." Roland continued with a smile and said, "I have a very good relationship with President Torbjörn. He also gave me many spell models for free. He is really a good President."

Redding was surprised, this young man knew his big brother? Then he suddenly remembered something: "Are you Roland? Roland from the Derivative Technique of the Mage's Hand?"

"It's me." Roland smiled modestly: "I didn't expect that President Redding had heard my name too!"

After taking a deep breath, Redding, who had been expressionless, smiled for the first time today: "It turned out to be President Roland. I am waiting for you in the magic tower. We can definitely become friends."

After speaking, Redding shrugged apologetically to the city lord, and then left quickly.

When the nobles found the uproar, they did not expect that even someone with a backstage like Redding would be cowardly. Who is that Golden Son Mage?

The city lord's originally smiling expression dimmed again, and it should be said that his face was darker than before he came to the backstage.

He looked at Roland, and although there was no fierce light in his eyes, his expression was not much better.

Roland smiled shyly and looked at him.

After about ten seconds, the city lord looked at Britney unhappy: "Okay, you guys are very good. But it's impossible for us to watch the show with the commoners. So...you leave, you don't have to wait three days. "

The city lord turned around and left with a group of unhappy nobles.