Mages Are Too OP

The night was completely dark, and Bud sat on the balcony of the room, watching the stars in the sky.

Candlelight leaked from the room behind him, shining on the expensive glass in his hand.

The clear yellow fruit wine reflects the beautiful light texture, which makes people mouth-watering, but the wine glass keeps shaking slightly, causing the wine to ripple back and forth.

Bud's hands were still shaking.

The meaningful smiles of Roland and the other two golden sons still appeared before his eyes.

"We know that there are many good nobles, such as Lord Bard."

This sentence kept appearing in his mind.

Now he has understood what happened to the smiles of Roland and the two golden sons!

That is a kind of smile that only appears when you see a hunter and a fat sheep.

prey!

Fat sheep!

Such words made Bud's brain nerves agitated, and even more tingling. He wanted to be angry, to roar, and to smash the ridiculously expensive glass in his hand on the spot.

But another feeling of trembling from the soul suppressed his anger abruptly, and made him have a state of fear.

Even if he offended the fourth prince three years ago, he was not so afraid.

Those three guys really wanted to kill themselves. They are waiting for their own mistakes.

In their eyes, there is no respect for nobles or power, let alone fear.

How many sons of gold are there?

If the number of people is small, they will not be able to make a good climate, even if they can be resurrected indefinitely, their influence is too small.

But if the number of people is large...their noble life will be difficult to mix in the future.

There is even the possibility of being suppressed into an ordinary class, and then the son of gold will take his place and become a new noble class.

Thinking of this, does Bud feel that he is too scared and thinks too much about the relationship?

It's just that his hands kept shaking, and his intuition told him that it was really possible.

"I'm really crazy!"

On the one hand, Bud felt that this was impossible, but on the other hand, his subconsciousness told him that this was most likely a fact in the future.

Two conflicting emotions upset him.

"Why are you crazy?"

A familiar voice sounded behind Bud.

Bud didn't look back, but continued to look ahead and asked, "How did you get in."

"You didn't close the door." The noble magician who was with Bard walked to Bard's side, looked at the night sky like him, but found that there was nothing to see, so he asked curiously: "What's wrong with you? A depressed look."

"Something happened today." Bud didn't know how to tell his partner, he was afraid that he would be laughed at by the other party if he said his thoughts.

The young noble mage glanced at his partner in surprise, and then asked, "What are you going to do next?"

"Nothing to do!" Bud sighed, feeling a little tired: "I plan to go to the Magic Tower tomorrow to certify Roland, and then rush back to the royal city as soon as possible."

The young noble frowned: "What happened? Didn't you find an opportunity to humiliate Roland this afternoon? Why do you look unhappy in my opinion?"

happy? Not being scared to death is good enough. Bud sighed helplessly: "After tomorrow, I will tell you what I think on the way back to the royal city, then you can just stop laughing at me."

The young noble mage said helplessly: "It's mysterious, forget it, you're an auditor anyway, I'm just here to play, you can come as you like."

Bud chuckled, but the smile was a bit bitter.

Roland returned to Beta's home.

The two women who were still sobbing looked at him expectantly with their eyes swollen like peaches.

"Your parents are safe." Roland nodded and said, "It's time to go home, but I still said that, and finally persuaded them to leave the city. We still haven't found out who the murderer is."

The two women bowed to him and left Beta's house.

Beta took out a dish of fried beans with salt from the kitchen, and put some fruit wine on the table: "Tell me about what happened."

"Even the food for the bragging rights?" Roland smiled, sat down, took a sip of wine, and said, "When we got to the target location, the target had already been killed. But I am also the one who killed the target. Know, Bard from the royal city!"

"He's trying to erase the clues?" Beta asked.

Roland shook his head: "No, something happened to your maid before he arrived in Delbon City. It has nothing to do with him. He just inquired about what we wanted to do, and did what we wanted to do one step ahead of time. Come and humiliate me."

"Is there something wrong with this person?" Beta also took a bite of salt and beans and asked with a frown.

"The son of the noble family, how do ordinary people like us understand the idea." Roland remembered that Bud was frightened by the three of them, and couldn't help chuckling: "Before leaving, Bud told us that he was killed by him. The gang leader of the gang took everything to himself. It stands to reason that this matter should be over."

"But it's obviously the culprit?" Beta continued.

Roland nodded: "We guessed that Lisa was pierced by an ice sword, and there was no blood left at the scene. The murderer should know magic. That underworld boss is fat and his arms are bigger than his head. How could it be possible? It's a mage! Besides, I haven't felt any sign of the existence of magic elements in the gang leader."

Beta was a little unhappy: "The clue is broken again?"

"No, there are clues instead." Roland sneered slightly: "The man Bud didn't have much interest in us at first, at most he was arrogant and wanted to ignore my achievements, but then he mentioned that we are gold. Son, and it seems that he just learned about it, obviously someone told him about us in the past two days."

Beta was also very smart, and he immediately understood: "Where did that Bud live recently?"

"Castle!" Roland said, "The city lord is leading his troops. Who is the person in the castle now? Who is the person who has an opinion on our golden son?"

Beta's eyes lit up: "There are traces of magic elements on that person?"

"Although he tried his best to hide it, I can still feel it, yes!" Roland tapped the edge of the wine glass with his fingers, and his eyes had some firelight: "Originally I thought Aldo was more likely, but Now John is in my sight too."

Beta took a deep breath: "This person has a good reputation among the commoners, and many people say that he is the conscience among the nobles."

"On the surface." Roland sneered: "I told Vivian before that if he really cares about the people that much, then he should be committed to reducing the number of beggars in the city and maintaining law and order here. , instead of disregarding the heart-eating things of some nobles."

"I'll find a way to keep an eye on him." Beta knocked the glass in his hand on the table.