Mages Are Too OP

Then another day passed, and the incident that the Cornucopia Chamber of Commerce was robbed was fermented in the forum.

Charles is well-known on the forum. After all, the Cornucopia Chamber of Commerce has a large plate and has recently dominated the entire material market. It can be said that in the minds of most players, it is a relatively successful guild.

Therefore, when the Cornucopia Merchant Guild was attacked, many players were filled with righteous indignation at first, but after two days, some information came back, and they were surprised to find that... no players received the task of helping the Cornucopia Guild.

This is not normal.

It stands to reason that the other party has grabbed so many magic materials from the cornucopia, which should be able to trigger the help quest, but so far, no one has said that they have received the quest about the cornucopia.

This incident suddenly made players on the forum feel that there may be another reason for the matter.

Roland also saw the discussion about this on the forum, but he ignored it.

It must be the ghost of Antis.

Indeed, privateer licenses are for foreign hostile merchants, not for domestic chambers of commerce.

But the problem is... no one seems to regard the Son of Gold as someone from their own country.

Even the god of life did not regard the golden son who was resurrected from his temple as his own.

In the eyes of their employers, those players who have been recruited by division are only 'employees' and have never been regarded as their own.

So the privateer's license works on the Cornucopia Chamber of Commerce, which is normal.

More importantly... Cornucopia's malicious monopoly of magic materials has aroused the resentment of many forces, but the strength of Cornucopia is very weak.

The average level of a group of players is only LV2. This is the performance of the server in the past two years. It is conceivable how much they dislike leveling.

How much you like to make money.

Such a weak force, but with so much money, it would be strange not to rob you.

I didn't rob it before because I was afraid of the Son of Gold's revenge, but now many Sons of Gold have joined the nobles and the royal family.

Anyway, if something goes wrong, the golden son on their side will come up first.

On the other side, Roland took the parchment of 'oil making' and teleported to the royal city again.

Then I met Antis who was routinely 'guarding' at the city gate.

He hooked his fingers at Roland and took Roland to the small black room inside the city gate.

"Your method is very useful." Antis didn't talk nonsense, and smiled directly: "With the privateer's certificate, those sons of gold who fell to us really dare to shoot at some sons of gold who are very arrogant, you guys There seems to be an underlying rule? To guide you?"

The rules of the system...it's normal.

Roland nodded slightly, and then he asked back: "What do you think of the golden sons who fell to you?"

"It's very easy to use." Antis smiled happily: "As long as we delineate a task, or formulate a more detailed scope of responsibilities, they will do a good job, quite well. I even think, you people , isn't too attached to the words 'order' and 'credibility'."

Roland raised his eyebrows: "For example, let's hear it."

"The king's city is very big, and we have many sheriffs, and different people are responsible for different areas." Antis narrowed his eyes, like a smiling fox: "One of the sheriffs is the son of gold, and he has been in office for less than four years. In a few months, he trained his subordinates to be very elite, and then made the security in his area quite good. Even walking in the alleys late at night is quite safe. He even solved an old strange case. If you change it If I go there, I will never be at his level."

"It seems normal." Roland shook his head.

In Delbon City, whether it was when Link was a sheriff or when Vincent was a sheriff, they could achieve this level.

"You may be used to it and take it for granted, so you think it's normal." Antis snorted: "But in our opinion, it's almost a miracle that you are so serious about your tasks."

Well...the worldview is different, so the thinking is different.

Antis continued: "Why don't you come to our royal family as a royal magician too."

Roland was stunned, then shook his head: "Can the king bear me?"

"What's strange, how long has the queen been by your side, he hasn't wanted you." Antis thought for a while and said, "It's better to say, if you come to the royal family, the queen will come back, so the royal family has a face, You won't force the queen to do things she doesn't like, and then you can still have power and power, isn't it great? It's called... win-win, your golden son's favorite word."

"Forget it." Roland shook his head: "You really want to pull me into the royal family. How many times has this happened."

"Real talent is welcome everywhere."

Antis sighed, thought for a while and said, "Apart from the privateer's license, what other way do you have to let us deal with the Son of Gold?"

Roland rolled his eyes at him: "Do you think it's possible for me to talk nonsense?"

"Tsk, it's really not enough friends." Antis muttered: "Will you come to drink with me after you finish your job later?"

"It depends on the situation." Roland said casually, turned and left the small dark room.

Entering the royal city, Roland soon came to the gate of the Magic Sect.

The goddess of magic also has a temple, but there are too few people who believe in her... After all, magicians are a rare profession, and many magicians have the arrogant mentality of 'I may be a god too', which leads to the fact that there are quite few believers in the goddess of magic. .

Therefore, the temples of magic gods are generally only located in the royal cities of various countries, and a symbolic meaning is enough.

The gate of the temple was always open, Roland walked in, and found a sacrificial altar under the huge statue of the goddess of magic, behind which sat an old magician who was seriously reading a book.

It seems that he heard the sound of Roland walking. It is also possible that his mental power sensed someone coming in. The old magician turned a page of paper and said slowly, without raising his head: "Is there something? Young man, if it's just If you come to pray, go to the prayer room on the right by yourself, if you are here to borrow money, please show your spiritual power, and I will confirm your talent and see how much you are worth!"

Magician is a very expensive profession. If you don't have the expertise of "spellcasting free materials", you will need materials to practice a lot of magic.

This is a huge expense.

And buying spell models is also very expensive.

Therefore, the Church of Magic will provide loan services, test the qualifications of the borrowers, then provide matching money, sign contracts, and then let the borrowers repay slowly.

The loan interest rate is not high, about 10% for five years, which is quite a conscientious loan interest rate in this world.

Roland Tong went to the sacrificial altar and said, "I'm here to sacrifice spell models and authenticate new spells."

Um?

The old magician suddenly raised his head and looked at Roland in surprise.

In terms of the magic level of the country of Hollevin, it is rare for a young magician to reach the master level, and generally new magic is only considered after the master level.

Moreover, many so-called 'new magic' is itself a big pit.

The spell model node is messed up, and there are many plausible and useless strange magic.

For example, the three-pronged line of fire technique, which consumes ten times the mana and reduces its power by half, has an effective range of one meter and can be cast for one minute, barely able to boil a pot of water.

It can instantly drain the spiritual power of an elite-level mage, and then release a giant rainbow bubble, which locks the enemy in it for about a second, and so on.

These magics are indeed new magics, but they are useless. After the goddess of magic takes them away, there will be no 'reward' at all.

The old magician looked at Roland's age and felt that the latter might be the type of 'to join in the fun', so he pointed to the sacrificial altar and said, "Put the blueprint of the spell model here, and then surround Ms. Misra, the goddess of magic. name ten times."

After speaking, the old magician looked down at his book again.

Roland put the drawing on the sacrificial altar, and then silently recited the name of the goddess of magic ten times.

After he finished reciting his name, the scrolls on the sacrificial altar turned into white scattered light spots and disappeared into the air.

Roland waited for a while, and when he saw that there was no feedback, he sighed slightly.

When this happens, either this oil-making technique has something similar already, or Misra doesn't think this spell is worthy of her return.

Hearing Roland's sigh, the old magician was not surprised, but smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, praising his foresight in his heart.

Roland turned around and was about to leave.

At this moment, behind the two of them, the huge statue of the goddess suddenly radiated a light blue light, and a strange enchantment enveloped the entire church.

The blurred goddess statue seemed to come to life and looked at Roland.

The spiritual power that is so grand that it makes people tremble in the heart descends above this temple.

The old magician has already knelt down, his eyes are wild, and his body is shaking.

Roland looked up at the eyes of the Goddess of Magic.

"Very interesting magic." A somewhat heavy, but rather gentle female voice resounded in the temple: "Young man, what are your thoughts on improving the 'greasy technique' into this look?"

The voice of the goddess is great!

Roland suddenly remembered what Shuke had said before, and the voice of the goddess of light was very nice.

Thinking of the goddess of life last time pulling him to the kingdom of life, her voice is also very nice.

"I think that the magician apprentices in this world are too difficult, and they have a bit of talent, but the poor magician apprentices at home have no means of making money in the early stage, and they can't learn magic without money, so they have to leave magic with hatred. The way of a teacher, I think this is too wasteful..."

Roland spent a few minutes expressing his thoughts.

"I see." Misra's voice seemed to be softer: "What's your name?"

"Roland."

"This spell, I will name it 'Roland's Oil-making Technique', and use my divine power to spread it to all temples for all magicians to learn."

Roland breathed a sigh of relief. He improved the greasy technique for this purpose.

"Your idea is very good, keep working hard, this is your reward."

Two green lights shot out from the eyes of the goddess and hit Roland's head directly.

The speed was so fast that Roland didn't even have time to react.

Fortunately, the two beams did not cause any damage, and disappeared after two seconds.

Along with it, Misra's enormous divine spiritual power disappeared.

Roland looked at his system interface at this time.

'You have been favored by the goddess of magic. ’

Divine Blessing (Mythra): Your maximum life is increased by 20 and your maximum mana is increased by 80. And you are infected with the breath of Goddess Misra, which will have a certain impact on your interpersonal relationships and power relations.