Mages Are Too OP

Chapter 205: Who dares to steal our things?

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Roland has always felt that he has the responsibility to make it easier for new mages to learn magic.

He planned to give the newcomer some advice, but after he clicked in, he found that he didn't need to speak at all.

Enthusiastic players have already given the answer.

This is the lucky guy who got the virtual cabin from the 'court auction'.

It cost more than four million.

He heard that mages were very powerful. There was a boss who wiped out half of the guild and demolished the city gate by himself. Then he specially found the video to watch it. Sure enough, he was so excited after watching it that he couldn't help himself.

In the post, he asked how to become a powerful mage like the boss.

'If you think you have talent, your intelligence will grow and your mental strength will be 6. But I still recommend you to use the 7, 5, 9, 7, 5 balanced point addition method. Friends who have used it say it is good and can avoid many detours. It was created by the big man in your mouth. Even O'Neal, the great data player, praised it. Don't stop talking. '

'Why can't I choose the 10,6 plus point method? That's probably how the big guy adds points. '

'Why? Because there are thousands of mages, but there is only one Roland. '

'Maybe I can do it too. '

'Hahaha, there are many people who think this way, but in the end there is still only one Roland. '

'It's upstairs, let him try it. How will you know how ordinary you are if you don’t try! '

Seeing this, Roland closed the post.

Because he looked a little embarrassed.

Then accidentally, he saw another post.

"We have established a foothold on the outskirts of Sicily. Comrades who are willing to overthrow this decadent world please come and fight with us."

Roland frowned and clicked on the post.

The content of the post is full of practical information. First, it talks about how they reclaimed a piece of fertile land in the outer forest of this commercial town, built many bungalows, cultivated wheat fields, and provided clean water sources. Now many NPCs have been recruited to join the team, and they are teaching these NPCs what slavery is, what feudalism is, what advanced productivity concepts are, etc.

These NPCs are the sparks of the future.

And they need more players to act as 'instructors' and leaders to grow their business.

The responses below the post were quite polarizing.

There are many supporters, and there are also many non-supporters, almost evenly divided.

'That's interesting, count me in. '

'It's crazy, it's just a game, no reform. '

'People always have some ideals, and there will always be something crazy about something. I find it very interesting and I am willing to join. '

'Stop joking, a game is a game, don't do so many things. '

Roland read a few pages of replies. I remembered that this player had posted a similar post before. It had only been three months, but he had already built his own secret base.

Strong mobility.

It's just that Roland is still not optimistic about their behavior. Their productivity and combat effectiveness are all dominated by the nobles of this world and the major temples, and there are also things like gods that are like nuclear bombs.

At Falcon's funeral, Roland saw an angel descending from the sky and knew that there was a god in this world.

Reform will be defeated even by God, and the latter will stand idly by

Even if you don't go down personally and send a few sons of gods down, not many people can stop it.

Roland himself is now one of the top combat powers among players. He is very aware of the role of high-end combat power in battles or on the battlefield.

He thought for a while and didn't leave a message.

Then I went to read other posts.

About three hours later, daybreak came.

Roland had breakfast with Kaka on the first floor, and then went to the magic tower of another great wizard to find an old magician named Thor.

As a result...the other party is not here.

Roland shrugged, left the magic tower, and returned to the street. Unexpectedly, he saw a man in black robe pulling a little girl's hair and dragging her on the ground.

The little girl screamed miserably, but as soon as the little girl screamed a little louder, the man in black robe turned around and punched her in the head. Roland heard it even from far away.

Soon, a stream of blood flowed from the little girl's head.

The man in black robe is dressed like an assassin who likes to act in the shadows.

There were many pedestrians in the surrounding streets, and many people stopped to watch, but no one went up to take care of it.

Roland sighed, walked up and stood in front of the man in black robe.

There are a lot of things like this in this world, it is the norm, the law of the jungle preys on the strong.

Roland told himself many times that he couldn't control so much.

Just seeing this scene, he couldn't help but stand up.

When the man in black robe saw Roland standing in front of him, he was stunned for a moment and asked, "Your Excellency, what do you mean?"

Roland looked at the other person for a while: "What do you mean by abusing this little girl?"

Um? The man in black robe looked at Roland's dress and said with a smile, "Your Excellency, you have taken a fancy to this untouchable?"

"is not what it means."

"That doesn't matter, I'll give it to you." The face of the man in black robe was hidden in the shadow of the hood, but there was a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth: "Just treat it as a friend."

After the man finished speaking, he pulled the little girl's hair hard with his hands and threw her directly in front of Roland.

The girl rolled at Roland's feet, eyes closed, and passed out.

And there were bruises everywhere on the little girl's body.

Roland's face gradually turned cold.

"A warm-hearted mage master? How rare." The man in black robe smiled, but then his expression gradually became serious: "Wait, you are the son of gold?"

The man in black robe finally discovered that Roland's temperament and expression seemed to be very different from normal people.

"So what?" Roland asked lightly.

The man in black robe took a deep breath: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to anger you, and I don't want to be your enemy."

The man in black robe retreated slowly, and after leaving a few meters away, he turned into a black shadow and scurried away like a snake directly against the ground.

He looked a little embarrassed.

Roland looked at the little girl on the ground. The plasma flowing from his head had begun to thicken. He sighed, picked up the little girl, and walked towards the Temple of Life.

The Temple of Life is located on the street not far from the palace and occupies a large piece of land.

The main body of the temple building is about thirty meters high, and the gate is also fifteen meters high.

Many civilian believers knelt down and worshiped under the temple. They did not dare and could not approach the temple.

Only nobles and powerful professionals can enter and leave the temple.

Roland carried the little girl in, and was immediately greeted by a man wearing a white priest's robe with green edges. He looked at Roland, then at the little girl, and asked kindly: "Do you need treatment?"

Roland nodded.

The male priest pushed the little girl's hair away, looked at the wound, and said, "It's not a serious injury, just a silver coin will do."

Roland laid the little girl flat on the altar, and then took out a silver coin.

The male priest sprinkled a green light on the little girl's forehead. Then he said: "She won't wake up for about half an hour."

Roland had no choice but to sit down on the bench next to him and wait quietly.

A black shadow moved close to the corner of the street, entered an alley, and then slipped under the door of a certain house.

Inside is a large warehouse, and a dozen similarly dressed men in black robes are also focused there.

The snake-shaped black shadow turned into a human form again. He looked at the only sitting man in black robe and said: "Boss, the target has been taken away."

"Who dares to steal the things from our Shadow Assassin Guild?"

"A golden son."

"Fake, these damn alien monsters always come to ruin our good deeds. How many times this month?"

"Boss, I think we can't be so high-profile in the future. Wouldn't it be better to be a mouse again? Those guys from the Golden Sons dare to kill even the city lord. If they catch us doing something in broad daylight, they will definitely come and get in the way."