Mages Are Too OP

Roland was an honor student at school, but that didn't mean he was a completely good boy.

He and a few hairy boys have been playing together since they were sensible. The more people there are, the more right and wrong. The six of them played several games with other children when they were young and became the overlord of the community. When I grew up, I went to elementary school. A group of people beat the invincible opponents in elementary school, and then went to junior high school. They also had a few fights with those bad boys.

As for high school... I even played a few big games. In fact, except for Roland and Shuke, the other four had big bads on their backs, but later in the second semester of high school, the school eliminated their big bads.

Generally speaking, as long as you don’t commit too much and write a letter of repentance, schools generally don’t let students who go out of their schools leave a mark.

From childhood to adulthood, Roland has fought a lot of group fights, so he is not the kind of person who is particularly patient.

But later, as I got older, I became more and more able to control my impulses.

If someone in high school, or even a freshman or a sophomore Roland, dared to speak in front of him so arrogantly, he wouldn't have to wait, he would just grab his sleeves and do it.

But now he is not in a hurry, he has come out to society, and he still has basic patience.

"First of all, this is a branch, not your general meeting." Roland smiled: "In a small remote place, the king can't control it, and you can't control the general meeting."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the following people changed greatly.

"How did the little man Aldo teach..."

Just now, he reached out his hand to insult the magic apprentice, pointed at Roland and shouted angrily.

Then Roland waved in the air, and a giant blue hand appeared out of nowhere. Peng swept the man aside and slammed it against the wall, unconscious.

"President Aldo is also a formal magician, or an elite level. Is it too much for you, a magic apprentice, to call him a despicable villain."

Although Roland's face was facing the unconscious magic apprentice, the people below knew that this was for all of them.

After a short silence, the expressions of the people below changed dramatically. A few magic apprentices looked at their companions in the corner, took a step forward with righteous indignation, their mental power surged, and they were about to do it, but another mage's hand appeared floating in the air.

The hands of the two huge mages were so large that they seemed to be able to hold them all in their hands.

All of a sudden they dared not move.

At this time, the young man in the front suddenly smiled: "This is Your Excellency Roland. Your mage's hand is really good. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Seeing the young man speak, the other people's expressions of wanting to kill were suppressed, but the sullen look was still hanging on their faces.

Roland looked at him and asked, "May I ask who you are?"

At this time, Roland was still high on the stairs, looking down at them like this, with a feeling of being aloof.

When negotiating or confronting, those who occupy a high position have invisible pressure.

The young man naturally discovered this, which made him very uncomfortable, he just had to take a deep breath and said unpleasantly, "Being high, is this an attitude towards guests?"

"Come on the host's door, is this the attitude of a guest?" Roland chuckled lightly: "Come on, since you have the attitude of a bad guest, don't think I have a good face."

These words made the other people's faces stinky and ugly.

If these people are in the royal city, or in the general meeting, they will be somewhat restrained.

But in this city of Delbon, in their opinion, it is just a country, and it is almost a branch here, what if they are arrogant.

It's not that I haven't been to other branches before, and I wasn't offered up as an uncle that time.

But now I've been "slapped" in the face once, and I'm extremely upset.

Besides, this branch is always regarded as a joke, Aldo's magic tower. Before they set off, they came with a sense of superiority and teasing.

But I didn't expect that when I entered the door, it was a blow to the head.

After Roland went up to the second floor, a few magic apprentices walked behind the two young people, their faces full of undisturbed expressions.

"Your Excellency Bud, why let that guy go, he's just an ordinary acting branch president."

"Yes, Lord Bud, are so many of us still afraid that he will fail?"

The young man named Bard smacked his mouth with a look of unwillingness on his face: "I'm really afraid, when he used the hand of the mage just now, the mental power fluctuations that surged out, obviously he was already an official mage, and I It is estimated that it is approaching the elite level.”

A young man who also looked like a noble next to him frowned and said: "Aldo is also an elite-level mage, and he has not been turned into a dog by us. Now he doesn't even dare to appear in front of us. This kid is just a branch president. He dares to be with us. Playing tricks?"

"He didn't dare, and he knocked all of us out. If Aldo hadn't lied, this man turned a zero-level trick into a second-level magic. It's normal to be arrogant." Bud was so young With some green faces, there was an unexpectedly old expression in his eyes at this time: "We don't know his reliance now, it's better to be patient first."

The young man next to him thought about it and nodded in agreement.

On the other hand, the other magic apprentices looked unhappy. It's just that they didn't dare to defy Bud.

Two people went to put up the magic apprentice who was stunned, and then Bud looked at the magic tower, snorted, and said, "I'll go talk to him directly, you spread out into the magic tower and see if there are any No one else. Find a way to draw over to us and tell them that if they cooperate, we will always remember them."

Several people nodded, they threw the fainted magic apprentice to the ground, and then dispersed.

And Bud went up the stairs.

There was no one on the second floor, no one on the third floor, and no one on the fourth floor... At this time, Bud began to feel a little restless, and finally on the fifth floor, he saw Roland standing at the entrance of the stairs.

Taking a breath, he looked around and found that this was a magic laboratory.

There is no person in charge of entertaining, no banquet, let alone beauties and singing and dancing.

This made Bud very unaccustomed. As a nobleman, without banquets and beautiful women, he felt that half of the meaning of his life had been lost.

It's just that the current situation makes him think about these things.

"What do you mean by waiting for me here?" Bud asked with a frown.

Instead, Roland asked strangely: "Didn't you guys come to check whether I made the Derivative Technique of the Mage's Hand? Naturally, I have to demonstrate it to you a few times."

Bud took a deep breath: "You really don't understand, or you don't understand. We came all the way from the king's city. Not only did you not welcome us or let us rest, but instead started the test directly. What do you mean? Want to drive us away quickly? Judging from your appearance, you are also a high-class person, you should know the basic etiquette qualities."

As for Bud's accusation, Roland sneered and said, "We believe in repaying kindness with kindness, and a tooth for a tooth. When you came in, you wanted to treat me as a dog, but of course I didn't treat you as a human being."

Bud had never been so scolded by his peers before, and he was stunned for a while.

In Wangcheng, even the descendants of the great nobles pay attention to the surface skills, and if they really want to harm others, they are secretive.

As expected of a rude and wild country town.

Seeing that Bud didn't speak, Roland continued: "How about we start now?"