Mages Are Too OP

look away?

The word is simple, but Roland can guess how much Aldo has experienced psychological hardships for this sentence of 'look away'.

Vivienne also sighed softly, then walked downstairs.

Roland drank the fruit wine and thought about it for a while. There is about Aldo, there is also about John, and there are magic model diagrams mixed in, in short, it is very messy.

Then he put down the wine glass, closed his eyes and rested to clear the distracting thoughts in his mind, and then began to deduce his own magic puppet model.

The hidden nodes that are proficient in language gave him a lot of inspiration. Other spell models will also have hidden nodes.

There are not many nodes in the zero-level magic, and it is easy to deduce the data. After about four hours of experiments and data calculation, Roland was surprised to find that the zero-level magic of the spell puppet did not seem to have hidden nodes.

It seems that not all magic has 'loopholes' like language proficiency.

It's a pity. If there are more nodes, Roland feels that he can give the magic puppet more features.

For example, if the mana doll grows a few more hands, you can take more pieces of equipment.

Or strengthening the magic doll's ability to identify friend or foe... Wait!

Since the spell model of the spell golem has no hidden nodes, how about adding one or two to it yourself?

Once this idea started, it spread like wild grass in Roland's heart.

Why can game NPCs create their own magic, but I can only scribble on other people's spell models?

I'll make one myself, okay?

After being excited for a while, Roland quickly became discouraged.

It's not enough to just have an idea, you have to have the action to turn the idea into reality, and...a knowledge base.

How to build a spell model?

How are the Spell Model nodes arranged?

How to determine the meaning and function of nodes in the spell model?

These three basic problems alone have stumped Roland, not to mention the difficulties in actual operation.

It seems that I have to learn more.

At least you have to figure out what is the essence of the magic element, what is the essence of spiritual power, and what is the principle of the reaction between the two?

Roland felt that he had to figure out these two things before he could talk about creating a blank spell model.

Although there are many books in the library, these basic core contents are completely absent.

Most of them are high-level use of spiritual power, as well as some practical experience of using advanced magic.

In addition, there are many autobiographies of magicians, or biography of knights, etc., there are also many spell models recorded, but these spell models Roland is not in a hurry to learn. There are several derivative magics, so the efficiency will be higher.

There isn't a single book in the library that talks about the basic theory and fundamental nature of magic.

Is the local magic tower without this knowledge? Or has the entire world not established a basic theoretical system of magic?

The former is very likely, the latter is unlikely.

Even if humans have not established such a knowledge system, what about the elves?

This race is said to have the highest attainments in magic and a long lifespan. Does it have the basic theoretical system of magic?

In Roland's scattered thoughts, time passed quickly.

The white moonlight slanted down from the window, forming a semicircular white spot on the ground.

The whole city has quieted down, and it's already late at night.

Roland got up, and he had to go to the appointment next.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he got down to the second floor, he ran into Vivian.

She was sleepy, holding a water glass in her hand, as if she was thirsty and wanted to find some water to drink.

When he saw Roland, he was so frightened that his sleepiness disappeared, and he was surprised and delighted: "Vice President... You are so late, where are you going?"

"Go for a walk!" Roland smiled and continued: "You rest early, don't be too late, staying up late is a woman's enemy."

After speaking, he went down the stairs.

Seeing Roland's back disappearing under the stairs, Vivian felt a little lost, but then she suddenly widened her eyes: the vice-chairman was full of energy, what else could he do when he ran out alone so late?

Thinking of this, Vivian wanted to bite the handkerchief resentfully.

Obviously I can do it, why didn't the vice president look for me, am I not attractive at all?

Delbon City has a curfew rule, but this only applies to ordinary people.

Like the nobles themselves, most professionals ignore this prohibition.

It's just that Roland can't exercise this privilege now. He took out ordinary clothes from the system backpack and found a secret place to put them on. Then I went on a dark and dark road, came to the wealthy area, found a relatively remote small manor, and then turned inside.

Although he is a magician, the growth of a professional still brings him good physical flexibility, and he is still the son of gold, with a higher overall growth rate.

Magicians are weak and weak compared to warriors, but compared to ordinary people, they are still very powerful.

The small manor was quiet, with no guards patrolling it, and no servants seemed to be waiting at night.

Only in the small room on the second floor, there was a little faint candlelight.

Roland stepped on the grass, walked through the flat atrium, and came to the door.

With a slight push...the door didn't close.

When I entered the building, I found that the building was just on the outside, and it looked luxurious from the outside, but inside... there were not many pieces of furniture. The living room only had a table and a few chairs, which looked empty.

The lighted room is on the second floor.

Roland found the stairs and walked up to the second floor, and found that the door of one room was open, and the faint candle light came out from the crack of the door, leaving a long orange mark on the floor.

Roland walked over and gently opened the door.

There was a teenager sitting inside. He looked nervously at the opened door, but when he saw it was Roland, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After entering the room, Roland closed the door.

The boy blew out the candle on the table.

The room was darkened, but because of the moonlight, it didn't look dim, but instead had a quiet feeling.

Roland sat down across the table and asked, "Little Edward, did you tell me something when you asked me to come over at night?"

"My eldest brother is a scapegoat." Little Edward looked at Roland and said seriously.

There was deep sadness in his eyes.

Roland had already found time to inquire during the day.

The young aristocrat who was 'died for' was called Roland Edward, that's right, the name with the same sound as Roland.

When he heard about this, Roland finally knew why the group of nobles who were watching the play laughed. They were not only laughing at the dead Roland, but also the living Roland.

And the behind-the-scenes messenger, the person who specially picked this name to take the blame for himself, has obvious meaning.

'I can make concessions, but I can also make Roland die. ’

That's what it means, the sense of entanglement unique to the nobles, even though they are already afraid, they still insist on putting gold on their faces, and the distorted self-esteem of contradictions and boredom is at work.

Roland wanted to laugh.