Mages Are Too OP

This is a slum, with poor people in ragged clothes everywhere, and the roads are muddy and dirty. As for Roland and Beta, one is wearing a magic robe and the other is wearing a noble costume. They are both thin-skinned and tender. No matter how you look at it, they don't match the style of the painting here. Therefore, they are secretly watched by others, just as the two of them. When their eyes moved, the poor people who peeked at them would pretend that nothing happened and continue their business and work.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Roland stood up: "I will report to the Magic Association, you can protect that girl for a few more days, if no one comes to trouble her in a few days, it is best to find a way to move their family to another city to protect the girl. Safety."

Beta looked at the burning clouds in the sky and said with some embarrassment: "I'm afraid they won't listen to me."

"It's fine if you don't listen." Roland said lightly: "We can't protect them for a lifetime. They don't want to go. If something happens, it's their own choice. We'll try to help them later. Just take revenge."

Beta looked at him in surprise: "Brother Roland sounds a little indifferent."

Roland smiled: "This is a very normal three views. We can't give all kindness and enthusiasm to strangers. If we have to do our best for strangers, then for those close to us, we have to do it. At what point does it appear that the two are different?"

After hearing this, Beta thought for a while and said, "Then I will guard them for two more days, and after two days I will persuade them to leave. If they don't leave, I will leave myself."

Seeing that Beta had listened to his words, Roland turned and left.

About twenty minutes later, he came before the Magic Tower Square.

The milky white magic tower looks majestic and magnificent in the sunset, with a mysterious style that makes people unable to take their eyes away.

Roland walked to the door of the Magic Association, and the two guards blocked him again.

But this time, Roland took out the bronze coat of arms.

Looking at the flame pattern on the bronze coat of arms, the two guards immediately moved away.

After finishing the magic robe, Roland walked into the gate and saw the inside of the magic tower, bright as day.

Under the feet was a bluish-white slate that was as smooth as a mirror, and the reflection of the person could be clearly seen.

Along the white rough rock wall, a special spar that emits white light hangs at certain distances.

In the hall, there is almost nothing.

Only in the center of the hall, there is a light gray wooden staircase, which connects the second floor in rotation.

Roland walked to the stairs, but at this moment a person quickly walked down from it.

It was a young man, probably no more than twenty-three years old.

Short black hair, brown eyes, a hooked nose, very god-like pupils, and wearing a gray magic robe. When he saw Roland, he was stunned for a moment, then walked over with a somewhat inquiring expression and asked, "May I ask who you are..."

He did not regard Roland as an illegal trespasser.

This is the magic tower, and most people think of running to the magician's site to make trouble.

And Roland is also wearing a magic robe, which is naturally the same.

So the attitude of young people is quite good.

Roland took out his bronze coat of arms again: "I'm here to join the association."

The young man saw the coat of arms, and after listening to Roland's words, he immediately shouted excitedly: "Are you the golden son who is going to join us?"

"You can call me Roland." Roland put away the coat of arms and asked with a smile, "May I ask your honorable name."

"I'm Cross." The young man's expression was still very excited: "Lord Roland, we have been waiting for you for a long time, please come with me."

He took the initiative to lead the way in front, and at the same time, the speed of speech also became rapid: "Your Excellency Roland, you don't know how difficult it is for our Magic Association now!"

"It's very difficult... are you short of money?"

Roland looked at the surrounding environment. Whether it was a large number of strange spar used as a light source, or a high-end stone floor on the ground, there was a smell of a big dog. Such an association would also Short of money?

"It's not about money." Cross said while walking: "It's the lack of teachers in our association. The president has a lot of work to do all day long. After all, the Magic Tower has a lot of external work that he needs to handle, and he doesn't have much time to stay in the association. Teach us. Now our dozen or so apprentices rely on self-study, but magic is too difficult, and after a few years, we have hardly made much progress."

The two were already walking up the stairs.

Roland was stunned after hearing this, and he said stunnedly, "You mean, I'm here to teach you?"

"That's right." Cross said of course: "President Aldo has specially asked someone to come over and explain to us. We are all anxiously waiting for you to come."

Roland suddenly smiled bitterly: "But I'm just a novice magician. I don't even have much basic common sense. How can I teach you."

Cross suddenly turned around at this moment, and he said sternly: "Although I am still a magic apprentice, I am not as powerful as your Excellency. But I agree with Teacher Aldo's words. Magic does not require common sense!"

There's some truth to this...

"Actually, I joined the association just because I wanted to learn more." Roland felt that he should speak clearly, lest these people have big global expectations and end up being disappointed: "I really don't know much about it. Magic. Even so, are you willing to let me learn something?"

Although there are a lot of things he doesn't understand about magic, Roland is also a little confident. After all, he has been practicing magic for a while, and dare not explain how much knowledge theory, but at least in the control of magic elements and mathematical modeling of magic In both respects, there is still considerable experience.

If these people are willing to learn, he is willing to teach.

"Of course. You are too modest, Your Excellency Roland." Cross's eyes flashed with anticipation: "Mr. Aldo said that you are an official mage, and you are almost at the elite level. And we are all just magic apprentices. We are too much stronger."

While the two were talking, they had already reached the second floor.

Unlike the empty first floor, there are many rooms and doors on the second floor, which makes the 'round hall' on the second floor a little small. Of course, in the middle, there are still spiral staircases leading to the third floor.

"Please wait!"

After Cross made a gesture, he immediately ran to a counter next to the stairs and rang a bell with a faint magical glow.

A crisp and pleasant ding ding sounded.

After a while, the same voice vaguely came from the third and fourth floors.

Resonant metal?

Just when Roland thought so, several doors opened, and several people wearing the same magic robe came out. Men and women of all ages.

From the stairs, there were also several footsteps of varying severity.

Several male and female magic apprentices ran downstairs quickly.

Soon these people gathered together and stood in front of Roland and Cross.

They looked at Roland with anticipation and excitement.

It was like seeing a rare treasure.