Mages Are Too OP

After laughing, Roland went outside the city to find Hawke.

Hawke turned into a huge, gorilla-like strong monster. Sitting on the stone steps, he looked at the high bulging muscles on his body with interest, looking quite happy.

Originally, Hawke specially made his game look like a face, just to appear more domineering, and the current change is exactly what he meant.

Link didn't change much. Although his body also grew stronger, it didn't affect his personal senses.

Those beggars were a little surprised by Hawke's changes, but they were not afraid.

The stronger their 'boss' is, the more sheltered and safer they will be. They've had enough of being displaced, being bullied, and never having enough to eat. As long as they can protect them and the leader becomes a giant dragon, they will not have any opinion.

Seeing Hawke, Roland couldn't help shaking his head when he saw his overjoyed appearance: "Your aesthetics are too unique."

"What do you know, it's called a man." Hawke put on the pose of a bodybuilder, his muscles jumped non-stop, like little mice walking around under the skin, looking extremely disgusting.

Roland made a disgusting expression, and then said, "Remove all your beggars. Let's put the girl's disappearance case for now."

Hawke was stunned: "You just gave up?"

Roland shook his head: "How is it possible, just take it into account and put a long line to hook the big fish for the time being."

Hawk smiled: "I understand."

Returning to the city from outside the city, Roland came to the Grey Sand Tavern.

There was still a lot of noise here, but as Roland entered, the noise became smaller and smaller, and finally stopped almost completely.

A Master Mage came to visit, they didn't dare to make a fuss, and Roland's reputation in Delbon City is not low, especially after the three of them 'surrounded' the eldest son of Edward's family yesterday, almost the entire city's ' People with big faces' all recognized him.

People who dare to kill even nobles, killing a few commoners is not like playing!

Roland was not used to the strong odor mixed with the sour sweat, but he had to endure it.

He found a table and sat down, and the bartender came over, humbled, and asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, what would you like to drink?"

"Have a glass of the best fruit wine." Roland smiled gently: "By the way, I want to meet Gru."

"Understood." The bartender stepped back, and when he turned around, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeve.

Soon a glass of fruit wine was brought up by the maid.

This is the best wine in their gray sand tavern. It is not usually sold, at least not to civilians.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Gru, who was sweating profusely, walked in quickly from outside the tavern.

Standing in front of Roland, he said rather embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I was out there just now. I came over immediately when I was notified."

"It's okay. It's better to say that it's my fault to disturb your business." Roland nodded slightly apologetically.

Seeing that Roland was as good at talking as last time, Gru was relieved. He sat in front of Roland, wiped the hot sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and then asked, "Your Excellency, is there anything I can do for you this time?"

The tavern was very quiet at this time. Although they were not talking loudly, and no one was looking at them, Roland knew that the drinkers around must have their ears pricked up to hear what they were talking about.

Although people are generally afraid of power, they also like to dig into the corner of power and eavesdrop on a little news.

Looking around, Roland asked, "Do you have a secret place here?"

"Yes!" Gru stood up immediately: "Sorry, I was negligent."

He stood up immediately and showed Roland the way.

The two then entered a small house.

Thick wooden doors and solid walls can indeed guarantee the sound insulation of this small house.

The two sat down around a table again. Roland put the small sign he brought from Edward's house on the table and asked, "Do you know this coat of arms?"

Gru took the coat of arms, glanced left and right, and said embarrassedly: "Sorry, I've never seen it before. No one of the nobles in Delbon City uses this graphic family coat of arms."

Not from Delbon City!

But it's not surprising, the other party will definitely not be so easy to show off, this may be the other party's intention to confuse the line of sight.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know." Roland continued: "I have inquired about the past of your Huisha Gang, and you are quite abiding by the rules..."

Hearing this, Gru was covered in cold sweat.

It is not clear who is in Delbon City now. These golden sons are all from the neutral and good camp. When they see someone committing a crime, they will step forward to stop them and use physical means to preach justice.

Not to mention the big event two months ago, in the past two months alone, a golden son named Beta broke the hands of many thieves and kicked many villains who bullied men and women.

There are also two golden sons looking for a way out for the beggars outside the city. Some small gangs who rely on 'sucking' flesh and blood have cut off their financial resources. .

The Roland in front of him is the most low-key and the most mysterious.

An orthodox spellcaster, the current vice president of the Magic Tower.

He is investigating the disappearance of the teenage girl.

Although those nobles were not optimistic about Roland's actions on the surface, they thought that he was doing useless work, or that he was acting in a pretentious manner.

But Gru knew very well that those nobles were afraid that Roland would put the blame on himself if something happened to him.

It's just the surface of excitement and disdain, but it can't hide the fear in the heart.

So now Roland's half a sentence has scared Gru enough.

"Although the method is a bit inappropriate, in the end, you guys are more disciplined." Roland smiled when he saw Gru's pale face, and said, "So I have something to ask for your help."

"Please speak." Gru let out a long sigh of relief.

"I need you to help me find out. In the past few years, the names and ages of all the missing girls near the grove. It's best to find out the approximate time of death."

Gru nodded heavily: "I will definitely do it."

In fact, it is difficult, but Gru dare not refuse. He was afraid that if he refused, the Grey Sand Gang would become a place of 'evil' in Roland's eyes.

Roland also breathed a sigh of relief. It was the first time he had acted like this to threaten someone, and it was a good thing if he succeeded. He then thought about it and said, "I don't have any money, and I don't have any possessions..."

"No, it's an honor for our Huisha Gang to serve you."

"Listen to me." Roland continued: "Our golden sons pay attention to equivalent exchange. You and your boss can choose a few smarter children to send to the magic tower, and I will choose one or two from them. Leave the talented seedlings behind and let them become magic apprentices!"

Gru pressed his hands on the table heavily, and he stood up abruptly and looked at Roland in disbelief: "Really?"