Mages Are Too OP

Before exchanging experiences with the old man, Roland went back to the hotel and added the magic of 'unobstructed communication' to Beta and the others.

At the same time, tell them that they are going to learn some knowledge and magic, and they may not return to the hotel in a short time. If the 'unobstructed communication' fails again, then let Beta help to put 'proficiency in language' first, although they cannot understand the text , but the basic communication is not a problem, that is, the speed of intelligence gathering will decrease.

Everyone understood.

Knowledge is the second life of a magician, everyone knows that.

Li Lin laughed and said, "Is it a beautiful teacher?"

"He's an old man." Roland smiled and said, "But he has a very beautiful granddaughter. Would you like to introduce you to me?"

Li Lin waved his hand: "Forget it, there are too many beauties in this game. If you see a beautiful one and talk about your relationship, wouldn't you be exhausted? Anyway, there are enough prostitute workers, and there are many beautiful ones, and you are not afraid of getting sick in the game. , why should I pay for my feelings?"

Everyone laughed, this man had a reason to prostitute.

However, the rich second generation has always acted on his own, and Roland was too lazy to persuade him.

Afterwards, several people exchanged the collected information, and there was not much valuable. Their main task is to get the bright spring water. Forcibly robbing them will definitely not work, and stealing... Hussere has no confidence that his invisibility technique can hide more than a dozen master-level guards at close range.

Since there is no way, then continue to collect information.

After eating and drinking, several people set off from the hotel to collect information.

Roland came to the big library again, and when Lamia, who was outside, saw him, she took the initiative to greet him, smiling: "The room has been cleaned up, please come with me, Your Excellency."

After speaking, the girl took the initiative to walk in front.

She was wearing a wide white robe, and she couldn't tell if she had a good figure, but judging from her light steps when she walked and her slender swan neck, she should be a slender woman.

Roland took a few quick steps and walked forward side by side with her.

Many pedestrians around saw Lamia, and they took the initiative to say hello to her, and Lamia also responded with smiles one by one.

Roland, who looked at this situation on the side, had the impression that this girl was a celebrity in the city.

Along the way, Lamia hardly spoke to Roland.

It's not that she is rude, or that she has a cold personality and doesn't want to talk, but that she had to respond to the greetings of the pedestrians along the way, so Roland just watched her keep waving her hands, and the pedestrians on the side of the road. Greetings, she didn't stop until half an hour later, when she walked to a large manor, there were no pedestrians here.

"Sorry, I didn't have time to chat with you along the way." Lamia's burgundy pupils fell on Roland's body: "At the same time I have a question... You clearly don't speak our language, why can I hear it? Understand?"

Roland was stunned: "You don't know the language?"

Lamia shook her head, and then she asked curiously: "From this title, it seems that as long as you understand the language, you can understand the words of all races?"

"Theoretically, this is the case." Roland said, "For example, the first time I came here, I was able to communicate with you, thanks to this magic!"

Lamia's eyes lit up: "This magic can even read our words?"

"Knowing a language can only understand what people say." Roland stood still and explained, "If you want to understand words, it's 'literate knowledge'."

Lamia's eyes are already sparkling: "So if you know both magics at the same time, you can go to the mission place in the world?"

"In theory." Roland nodded.

Lamia glanced at Roland angrily: "Why do you like to say such ambiguous, even vague sentences so much."

"Because I can't guarantee whether or not the use of these two magics is prohibited in some places."

Lamia nodded: "It is indeed possible. I heard from my grandfather that some places are forbidden places. But you are too rigid and not romantic at all. How can you pierce the fantasy of a girl."

Roland smiled, neither quibbling nor explaining.

At this time, the two guards of the manor opened the door, and Lamia walked in first.

Roland followed her.

The manor has high walls, and the manor cannot be seen from the outside.

But after coming in, Roland found that this manor was very interesting.

Manors like Holevin are generally dominated by open terrain. Generally speaking, the house is in the middle of the manor, and then a large lawn spreads over the entire manor, and at most there are small fountains, small squares, or some heights and the like. Garnish with gadgets.

Almost no trees are planted, and even if they are, they are planted on the edge or outside of the fence to block sight.

Anyway, within 20 meters around the house, there are hardly too many trees.

This is to prevent the assassin, so that when the latter touches in, it is not easy to hide his figure.

But this manor is different. Not only are there many trees planted in it, but there are also rockeries, small lakes, and even artificial creek pools. The slate path under Roland's feet is also tortuous, and his vision is blocked.

For example, from a small forest of yellow leaves, it suddenly turned into a forest of red flowers in front of it. After walking more than ten meters, it turned a corner, and it became the style of Xiaoqiao Liushui.

Quite a winding feeling.

While admiring the unique layout of the manor, Roland felt the faint spiritual power around him.

In this manor, there are at least a dozen guards hiding in the dark.

As if he didn't know, Roland followed Lamia to a two-story wooden building.

The old man was lying on the wooden door with a dark yellow wooden reclining chair under him.

He heard the voice, opened his eyes, saw his granddaughter and Roland, and got up immediately, while Lamia walked over quickly and helped the old man up.

"It's finally here." The old man smiled: "I've prepared my room, please come with me."

The three went up to a large room on the second floor, which was spacious, but there were several bookshelves in the corners, each of which was full of books.

After Lamia helped the old man sit down, she went downstairs to prepare something to eat and drink.

The old man asked Roland to sit down and said with a smile, "A foreigner, thank you for coming to my house."

"You're welcome, just get what you need." Roland said lightly.

"Don't say it's profit-oriented." The old man laughed out loud, and he no longer had a few teeth in his mouth: "Can't it be a process of getting to know each other and verifying the theory of magic?"

As expected of an old man who has lived for decades, Roland is more sophisticated than himself.

The old man smiled: "You young man, it's really interesting. It's not good to see things too clearly."

Roland shrugged indifferently.

After a while, seeing that Roland didn't express any opinion, the old man said, "Actually, I asked you to come here this time. On the one hand, I want to confirm with your spell model, and on the other hand, I want to confirm one thing with you."

"Please say."

"Actually, you are from the future. Or, compared to this city, you are the children of the future."

This sentence was like thunder, and Roland was stunned subconsciously.

Did the old man see through his identity?

Is this the "plot" of the system, or...is this a real person?

If it is the latter, then Roland's previous guess was wrong. Many plans have to be overturned.

And Roland has confirmed it, and now they are still underground.

Now the whole thing, there has been a lot of uncertainty.

Whether it is a copy or the real world is very important to Roland.

If it's just a simple copy, then things can be done "unrestrainedly", but if these people are real, then...doing things must be carefully considered.

Taking a slight breath, Roland asked, "Why do you think so?"

The old man grinned: "Because you can appear here, it was originally my masterpiece."

"And what about the evidence?"

"That big fireball." The old man smiled and said, "I am a holy mage. Although my eyes are full, my mental power can still be used. In fact, the moment you cast the big fireball, I saw the spell model, although I couldn't use it. I fully understand, but... I can understand the general idea. This is not the magic idea that exists in this world at all. Whether it is the elf kingdom, the orc kingdom, or the kingdom of Frans next door, there is no magic with such a concept. The model, very novel, is far ahead of our time.”

Roland was silent for a while and said, "Anything else?"

"Of course, you speak a language I haven't heard, but I can understand it." The old man said lightly: "This should be a kind of magic that can promote communication. Future magicians, you have done a good job. Ah, such a convenient spell was invented."

Roland hissed: "You guessed it right, we came from the future, but I'm curious. You said just now that you brought us into this world?"

"Yes." The old man nodded: "It's me."

"How?" Roland asked, "It stands to reason that time is irreversible."

This is why there is no god of time.

There is a third-level magic called 'Time Reshaping', but in essence, it is just a mirror image, used to see what happened before, and can't change anything.

"Time is indeed irreversible!" The old man nodded: "But time can speed up, and tributaries can converge."

There was paper and pen on the table. The old man drew a few strokes and drew a big river. A tributary appeared in the upper reaches of the river, and a tributary appeared in the middle. Both tributaries spread diagonally downward, and they were downstream. converge on the side of the river, and finally fold back into the river.

"Look, different times can meet. I predicted that the city will be destroyed." The old man smiled and said, "So I made a wish, I hope someone can come to save the city."

"Wishing technique?" Roland looked at the old man in surprise: "Is it a big wishing technique or a small wishing technique? No, no, the small wishing technique does not have such a powerful ability, it can drag people in an entire city to speed up the time instantly, then it should be It's a big wish."

The old man smiled: "It turns out that in your era, there is still a saying of big and small Xu Yuanshu. I created the wishing art, so you may have heard my name!"

"Duncan?" Roland jumped up in shock.

"No, my real name is Mordencan," the old man said lightly.