Mages Are Too OP

The guards don't know how to get the credentials?

That's where things got a little tricky. Generally speaking, people who work in a certain organization can at least know some basic rules or functions of the organization, but even the guards here are not clear, it means that the organization has done a good job of keeping secrets, or it is a small circle. Doctrine prevails.

Roland felt that it was probably the latter.

Therefore, the top priority is to collect information, at least to figure out how to join the Wizards Association, what qualifications are required, or what tests must be passed.

Leaving from the Magic Tower Square, Roland first found the Lamb Girl Hotel. After entering, he quickly came out again, and at the same time cursed in his heart, that kid Beta, actually found such a place.

Although there is also a hotel business, the real selling point is that of prostitutes. A large number of women with scantily clad women are waiting for guests in the lobby. No wonder they are called Lamb Girls!

However, Roland still booked a room in it. After all, Beta said that they would meet here, and the two of them were not secretly chatting in the air like in other games. For now, this is the only way to do it. I can only look forward to re-booking after meeting The meeting point, at least to find a place to correct.

Walking on the street, Roland wanted to find someone to ask where he could find information better. As a result, when people on the street saw him, they would avoid him in advance. At first he thought he was the reason for the face, but then he thought it shouldn't be.

This city has a large population, and now there are a lot more people on the streets than before. With a population of nearly one million, it is impossible for all of them to be familiar faces.

Then the problem is on your own.

dress up!

Although the quality of the magic robe that Falcon gave him is not high among magic equipment, there is a faint flow of magic elements on the white cloth, and even ordinary people can see something.

Hmm... He found a tailor shop on the street. When the owner saw a magician coming in, he was startled and sweated, and he didn't dare to say a word.

But then I found that Roland was speaking very kindly, and then I gradually felt relieved.

After measuring Roland's height and measurements, according to Roland's request, he prepared a set of clothes worn by ordinary people in a well-off family.

Afterwards, Roland put the magic robe into the system backpack and asked the tailor shop owner where it was easiest to find out the news.

As a result, the boss told him that it was a place called 'Grey Sand' tavern.

Coming here, Roland finally knew why this place was the easiest place to get news.

A pub with a large area, the first floor hall for drinking alone, the area is estimated to be nearly 2,000 square meters.

Dozens of giant rock load-bearing columns also support the second layer of about the same area.

There were a lot of people inside, crowded together.

After Roland came in, he didn't attract much attention.

He is not using magic now, nor is he wearing a conspicuous magic robe. It looks like a normal person anyway.

It's very noisy here, and the drunkards chatting loudly, laughing, and even scolding each other recklessly.

There are also many waitresses who accompany the wine, wearing cool clothes, accompany the alcoholics, showing off their amorous feelings.

The air was full of hormones, and a smell of scorching.

Roland found a place where there was no one to sit down, and just as his butt was next to the chair, a woman with the smell of alcohol and freckles came over.

She dragged the chair and was about to stick it to Roland's side, but she felt a chill all over her body. Looking down again, the chair she was dragging was stuck by a layer of white frost at some point.

And the frost seems to be gradually spreading to her feet.

She immediately sobered up, turned around and wanted to leave. No ordinary person wants to get involved with spellcasters.

Roland said aloud: "Please help me invite someone who can talk in this tavern, I have something to ask him for help."

Although the tavern was very noisy, Roland's voice could clearly reach the woman's ears.

This woman actually looks okay, and Roland can't appreciate freckles, but many people think it's very cute.

The woman nodded vigorously and stepped back slowly. After a distance away, she turned and walked away quickly.

Not long after, a man with a mustache came over.

He had a tiled hairstyle and was wearing a black suit that looked pretty good. He sat in front of Roland and asked softly, "Your Excellency the caster, are you looking for me?"

Roland nodded.

"I'm the second owner of this tavern. It seems that you want to ask for some news?" The man looked at Roland up and down and said slowly, "You can call me Gru."

"Hello, Mr. Gru." Roland nodded again in greeting. He looked at the noisy environment around him and smiled: "I am Roland, a son of gold."

The player is the son of gold. This is a game setting. Like Falken, it is known to many people in this city.

"The son of gold?" Gru was stunned, then opened his eyes: "The kind of son of gold that can be resurrected?"

Roland nodded.

Gru suddenly felt some scalp tingling.

The enemy is strong and not terrible, and there will always be weaknesses. But being able to resurrect is too scary. No matter how many weaknesses, after dying a few times, there will be no more.

"Where have you heard of us?" Roland asked.

Gru's expression instantly became very heavy, and he said: "A month ago, there were two golden sons in our city, and later they had a grudge with a certain noble. Although the two golden sons died many times, their strength was weakened. A lot, but they also managed to kill most of the nobleman's private soldiers."

It's so powerful... The two players are too reckless to have a conflict with the nobles.

Roland's curiosity came up: "What about now?"

"It is impossible for a noble to fight an undead enemy, so he left with his family and the remaining private soldiers, intending to return to the royal city. The two golden sons chased after him." Gru's face was helpless: "The two The son of gold is very persistent in his vengeance, and whoever comes to communicate with them, persuade them, or threaten them will ignore them, saying that he will never give up unless he kills the nobleman."

After Roland heard it, he was a little surprised that these two players actually killed a lot of people.

They actually got it! Obviously these NPCs are no different from real people. If you kill them, don't you feel like you are really killing people?

Mental not awkward?

After thinking about it for a while, Roland shook his head and ignored this issue for the time being. He said to Gru: "This time, I want to ask if you know how to join the Magic Association?"

Gru looked at Roland in surprise for a while, and said, "Of course I know. Most people need credentials, but you shouldn't need it, Your Excellency."

"Why?" Roland said in surprise, "But I was stopped by the guards."

"If you can use magic, go directly to the branch president of the Magic Association, Your Excellency Aldo, he can give you the membership certificate."

"It's that simple?" Roland was a little surprised.

Gru shook his head: "No, it's difficult. Magic is not something that ordinary people can master. At least we have a population of nearly one million in Delbon City, and there are less than ten people who can become magicians."