Mages Are Too OP

Stephanie valued Roland very highly.

Originally, she wouldn't take a second look at this kind of banquet, but Roland said that she wanted to go and have a look, sit down, she didn't say a word or asked the reason, and brought Roland directly here.

Even though she knew that such a banquet, with a dark time link, would have a certain impact on her innocent reputation, she still did not ask Roland the reason and purpose.

During the banquet, Stephanie sat in the stand on the second floor. She was wearing a low-cut dress. Although she was slightly inferior to Andonara, she was also a rare beauty.

The most important thing is that she has a noble temperament on her body. Just sitting there, with a white pretty face and a white trench, can attract countless gazes.

She alone swayed all the women at the banquet.

Whether it is a girl or a lady.

The men looked at her with hot eyes, and the women stared at her with jealousy.

Roland sat opposite her, and was also under the jealous gazes of many men.

As for Roland, a small number of people who have a good relationship with the Magic Association have heard of him.

Knowing that he has a very good relationship with the eldest princess, he knew his name when he saw him sitting opposite Stephanie.

Those who don't know, are asking in private, who is this person, and actually has such a good relationship with the eldest princess and the future queen.

Ignoring the prying, curious, and even lustful gazes around, Stephanie held the wine glass gracefully, with a charming smile on her face, and asked, "Okay, I'm here with you too, you can tell me now , what do you want to do?"

"It's not good to say it." Roland smiled.

Stephanie indifferently shook the expensive alchemy multicolored glass cup, and the red wine swayed in it: "Then I'll just wait and watch the play."

She doesn't care who Roland wants to deal with.

In the entire royal city of France, she didn't care about anyone except herself and her mother.

Moreover, she was very curious, what exactly did Roland want to do when he came to such a place.

In fact, Roland didn't know what he was going to do. He only knew that when the time was right, he had to cooperate with Grantham.

At this time, the convener of the banquet, the owner of this manor, little Martin appeared.

Said to be little Martin, but he was actually a middle-aged man in his forties.

Although many people greeted him, he ignored them and walked straight to Stephanie, smiling: "My esteemed princess, it is the greatest honor of my life that you can come to my banquet."

He bowed politely, although he was middle-aged, but when he smiled, he had an elegant and gentle temperament.

Obviously a warrior close to a legend, but without the rudeness of a warrior, he is a complete aristocrat.

Stephanie didn't stand up, no matter according to her status or the power behind her, she didn't need to stand up under such circumstances.

Lazily putting down the cup in her hand, Stephanie said lightly, "I came to see and see today. I heard that the dark time here is very interesting?"

"This is the special activity of this manor." Martin's eyes swept across the important parts of Stephanie's body at a very fast speed, and then he pretended to be very plain and said: "This activity is not suitable for you to participate in the princess. "

"I thought you would encourage me to participate." Stephanie looked at the other party with a half-smile.

"Don't dare." Martin shook his head: "I still understand what you can think about and what you can't think about."

Stephanie nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, I will leave before the dark hour, you go to entertain other guests, ignore me."

"I will listen to Her Royal Highness's instructions, but before I leave..." Martin turned his head to look at Roland and said with a mocking tone, "But before I leave, there is something I want to report to Her Royal Highness."

"Is it important?" Stephanie asked, following Martin's line of sight, looking at Roland opposite her.

"Very important."

Martin bent down again. At this time, many nobles who attended the banquet had already gathered around.

All of them have a keen sense of political smell, and their knowledge and ability may not be too high on average, but they are definitely talented when it comes to watching dramas.

"Well, you can talk about it." Stephanie didn't care about the other party's rudeness.

She could see that Martin seemed to be targeting Roland, and she also wanted to see how this person was targeting Roland.

"I heard that Her Royal Highness the Princess has been very close to the Mage in front of you recently." Martin pointed to Roland.

"It's pretty close." Sure enough! Stephanie looked at Roland with a half-smile.

Roland blinked, looking a little worried.

Seeing Roland's expression, Martin showed a smug look.

"This man is a devil." Martin pointed at Roland and said confidently.

Whoa!

The nobles next to him made noisy whispers.

To accuse a person of being a demon is already quite a serious indictment.

This is not only the royal city of France, but also the Sanctuary of Light.

Under normal circumstances, people who are identified as demons are bound to a cross and burned to death.

Roland was not very good at acting, he couldn't pretend to be afraid, so he could only frown as much as possible.

But this appearance, in Martin's eyes, was a forced expression of calm, which made him trust his own judgment even more.

"My people, how can they be demons." Stephanie scoffed.

Roland smiled at her when he heard this.

This was just a normal, even 'commercial', smile from Roland's simple response to Stephanie's words.

But in special circumstances, in the eyes of special people, it can be interpreted as other meanings.

Martin felt more and more that Roland was afraid.

He waved back, and the butler came up, holding a roll of paper.

Martin spread out the roll of paper, stood it upright, and slowly swayed it from side to side to show it to everyone.

This is a portrait of a man who is 80% similar to Roland.

Since there are not many people in this world who can draw exactly the same person's appearance, according to common sense, the person on this portrait should be Roland.

However, Roland and Stephanie knew that the person in the portrait was not him.

After showing the portrait for nearly a minute, Martin threw the painting at Roland.

Roland took it in one hand and looked at it for a while.

picture!

really like myself.

"So what do you mean by showing me a portrait?" Stephanie asked.

"His Royal Highness, the person in the portrait is Rod Jonier, a local noble in Cold Spring County, and he is also a magician."

The surrounding nobles were whispering.

How could this man named Rod Jonier look like the man opposite the princess, Roland.

Stephanie was surprised. If she hadn't known that Roland was the son of gold, she would have thought that Roland was this Roland Yoniel.

"And then?" Stephanie pretended to be unhappy and said, "It doesn't matter if his name is Roland or Jonier, what does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with you?"

"What if this Viscount Jonier is a murderous demon?"

Everyone showed curious eyes, and Stephanie covered her mouth and whispered, "Really? How could Roland be a murderer?"

"It's true." Martin looked at Roland and said quite angrily: "This man killed his parents, raped his territorial girl who grew up, and then burned his neighbor's family to death, and then went from Cold Spring County to death. Disappeared, we didn't expect that he has changed his name and came to Wangcheng."

Stephanie just poured herself another half glass of wine at this time, just took a sip, she almost spit out when she heard this, but fortunately, many years of noble lady etiquette made her swallow the wine back.

"You are so cruel?" The eldest princess asked Roland in surprise.

Roland snorted, he didn't know what was going on, and he didn't know how to make an expression, after all, he was not an actor.

But in the eyes of many people, this appearance is a manifestation of guilty conscience.

Martin laughed and said: "His Royal Highness Princess, he is such a ferocious devil. He must have a plan when he follows you. So..."

He turned to one side and stood in front of Stephanie: "Please step back, princess, and let this demon be handled by our warrior guild."

Roland didn't know how to answer.

He also had a general idea of ​​Grantham's plan now.

In fact, it is very simple. It is to make Martin make a fool of himself in public and leave the city in front of the future queen. In this way, Martin's prestige will be further reduced.

No matter how powerful Martin is, the elements of the Warrior Guild will find a way to let Martin step down, considering the future image of the guild in front of the Queen.

But what Roland was curious about was that although Martin wasn't very smart, he shouldn't be stupid either. How could he believe such information so easily.

Could it be that the person who gave him the information was someone he trusted?

Thinking about it this way, Roland also felt a little numb in his hair.

Grantham said that he didn't have any advantages on his side, but if he could turn Martin's confidants back, he already had the upper hand.

Now it's just a chance to justifiably lower the prestige of Martin's department again.

Even if he didn't help himself and created not so good opportunities, with Grantham's ability, it is estimated that he would soon overwhelm Martin.

Sure enough, he was shot.

However, when he thought that a large number of meteorite mines were about to be obtained, Roland felt that there was nothing wrong with being a tool person.

He sighed, stood up, looked at Martin, and said, "You're so smart."

"Of course!" When Martin heard Roland's words, he thought that the other party had admitted it, and his heart was bursting with excitement: "Our warriors guild has the best intelligence system. We think it is quite easy to investigate the evil things you have done."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Stephanie, and the intention of taking credit was quite obvious.

Stephanie smiled, like a star at the beginning of time.

Martin was amazed by this smile. After a while, he looked away and shouted to the surroundings: "Guard, come here, help me catch this man and send it to the Inquisition in the Sanctuary of Light, the devil should have light. Purify."

Roland sighed: "Martin, I have something to ask, who gave you your information."

"Of course my most trusted vice president, Grantham, he is a legendary warrior." Martin said quite proudly.

I got a weed!

Roland felt that his evaluation of Grantham's ability was too low.