Mages Are Too OP

"What should a qualified spellcaster do?"

This doesn't mean that Roland wants to do as the other party says. He is just curious about how qualified spellcasters in this game world should behave.

John smiled brightly: "Qualified spellcasters, of course, have to establish their own contacts and influence. And this is inseparable from the support of our nobles."

"Can you explain it in detail?" Roland made a gesture of invitation: "You also know that our golden sons come from other planes, which are very different from your customs."

"Nobles and formal mages have an inexplicable relationship." John leaned back slightly, leaning on the back of his chair, and said, "Formal mages cannot do without the support of nobles, and nobles also have the help of formal mages, just like fish. relationship with water."

"Who is the fish and who is the water?" Roland asked back with a smile.

John was stunned for a moment, then shrugged helplessly: "Is it necessary to distinguish so clearly?"

"Of course there is."

There was silence in the room for a while, and finally John got up and said with a wry smile, "Lord Roland seems to have some opinions on me?"

"Perhaps, I have opinions on all the nobles in this city!" Roland chuckled lightly: "It's just a group issue, it has nothing to do with you."

"Your Excellency is so tough, it's easy to narrow the road."

Roland laughed and said: "It doesn't matter, it's a big deal to change cities and continue to learn magic. In this world, the number of nobles will never exceed 5%."

John's face was a little subtle: "You golden sons, are you all so tough?"

"No, in fact, most of us have quite good personalities." Roland's eyes seemed to reflect an inexplicable brilliance: "It's just that there are some things, some things that are hard to see, but there is no opportunity to vent."

At this level, there is no need to go on.

John was still very personable, and even patiently said a few words of social etiquette before leaving the magic tower.

After a while, Vivian knocked on the door and walked in.

The girl's face was a little worried. She stood in front of Roland and said, "John is the son of the city lord. Will it be dangerous if you offend him, the branch president."

"Don't worry, if it affects the interests of the magic tower, I will take the initiative to leave." Roland said lightly.

Vivian was anxious, she waved her hands vigorously: "Chairman, I didn't mean that, I was just worried about you!"

"I know." Roland replied softly, and there was indeed no anger or impatience on his face.

Vivian looked at him seriously and made sure that he was really not angry, so she felt relieved.

Then she asked curiously: "Chairman, why don't you like Your Excellency John? He is a rare good person among the nobles, and he is also very good to the commoners!"

"Very good?" Roland asked indifferently: "What is the best way?"

"I won't bully the civilians casually. Occasionally, when I see civilians in distress, I will give a small hand, which is quite rare."

Ha ha!

Roland chuckled twice, and the corners of his mouth curved into a sarcastic sneer: "He is the son of the city lord, which means that the city will be his in the future, right."

Vivian nodded.

"According to the concept of our golden son, even in such a feudal era, the county magistrate in this city has the responsibility of herding and keeping the people safe." Roland sighed: "But there are nobles in the city who mutilated his people and devoured him without hesitation. There are gangsters outside the city who serially kill, specifically targeting girls, he doesn't care. There are tens of thousands of beggars in the city, he doesn't care, even the infrastructure of the city, even the appearance of the city, he doesn't care. With a friendly smiling face, and occasionally doing so-called small acts of kindness, is such a nobleman worthy of my serious attention? Even my friendliness to other nobles is much higher than that of him."

"Oh...you are very strict, branch president."

Roland sighed: "This is not harsh, but a concept that most of our golden sons have. They don't even protect their own people, they don't care about them, they only care about collecting taxes, if they are on our side...hehe !"

Vivian's heart was beating wildly. She felt that Roland, who was sarcastic at this moment, even a little righteous and scolding, also had a very attractive charm.

Then she blushed and left the room, she didn't dare to stay any longer.

In the magic tower, I continued to deduce the proficient language magic, and then a full day passed. I climbed out of the virtual game cabin, went to the forum to read the game strategies and knowledge of other players, and then had breakfast and came to the shared bicycle. out of effect.

It was still very early, it looked like it was just after seven o'clock.

Under the tin canopy, there are already four students practicing swordsmanship routines.

As soon as Roland arrived at the door, Qi Shaoqiu came up.

"It seems that you are planning to come to learn swordsmanship, otherwise you won't come here at this time." Qi Shaoqiu took out another cigarette, lit it, took a breath, put it in his mouth for a while and then sprayed it out: "I still have that. In other words, the tuition fee is 30,000 yuan, which is not less."

Roland quite liked the other party's straightforwardness: "I also have a question to ask, what is your surname 'Qi', what is your relationship with General Qi, isn't it a descendant?"

"Of course not. According to our family's genealogy, we are only the personal soldiers of General Qi, who gave him the surname Qi." Qi Shaoqiu scratched his hair, looking a little annoyed: "I guess you don't want to learn it when you hear this. I can lie to you and say that we are descendants of the Qi family, but thinking that our ancestors didn’t cheat and mess around with others, we, our descendants, can’t mess around either.”

Roland laughed and said: "No, I want to learn anyway. If you say that you are a descendant of General Qi, I will turn around and leave immediately."

Qi Shaoqiu narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "You are a strange person. Come in."

Roland heard Qi Shaoqiu in the yard and came to a red brick embryonic house next to the greenhouse.

The house is not painted, but the windows are installed, and a young girl can be seen working inside.

As he got closer, he smelled a rather pleasant smell of food, and Roland took a breath.

Well, it's the smell of boiled noodles, which seems to be mixed with a medicinal fragrance.

Although Roland ate breakfast, he felt a little hungry when he smelled the fragrance.

"Little sister, there are students who want to sign up." Qi Shaoqiu pushed open the door, entered inside, and shouted, "Use your mobile phone to collect the money."

Roland also came in, and then he realized that there was a big black pot on the stove in front of the girl.

The noodles were tumbling in the pot, the noodle soup was actually light brown, and next to the stove, there were two groups of traditional Chinese medicine wrapped in white cotton cloth. The outer layer of the cotton cloth was wet, and there was vague heat rising.

Noodle soup boiled with traditional Chinese medicine?

Roland was a little surprised.

The girl turned around and looked at Roland, her bright eyes full of puzzlement: "Is there really someone who has to pay 30,000 yuan for tuition?"

As soon as these words came out, Qi Shaoqiu's face turned green.