Mages Are Too OP

The gray-haired Conan Doyle was disheveled and had blood on the corners of his mouth. He looked at Roland with expectant eyes, but did not dare to speak.

And behind Conan Doyle, followed by his old wife, two sons, two daughters-in-law, and two children, one big and one small.

The oldest is about ten years old, and the youngest is about seven years old.

This group of people looked terrified, but because of the prestige of the Temple of Storms, they didn't dare to move, and their hands were tied obediently.

Roland watched for a while, then turned around to see the leading male middle-aged priest, and said softly, "These people are also involved in the affairs of Sicilia City?"

The middle-aged priest looked at Roland up and down, a little apprehensive, but his tone did not give in the slightest: "Who are you? People who do things in the Temple of Storms and have no background, get out of the way."

This was arrogant enough, and Roland smiled: "There is really no background, but this city of Delbon. For the time being, I have the final say."

Cage nodded with satisfaction. He felt that Roland's attitude was very good. His niece's man should have such an aura.

"Are you the city owner?" The middle-aged priest looked at Roland with a hesitant expression.

"no."

The middle-aged pastor sighed, he knew who Roland was.

Before he came to Delbon City, he had done a little research and knew that there was a person in Delbon City who now controlled the City Lord's Mansion and gained control of the city in disguise.

It's just that he didn't remember the man's name.

"I understand your ability." The middle-aged pastor nodded: "I'll give you face, I can explain to you why these people were taken away. They are God's rebels, and they have a deep relationship with the sinners in Sicily City. Contact. According to the oracles of the gods, I will take them away and convict them, so, do you understand?"

Roland turned his gaze to Conan Doyle and asked, "Are you really involved in the rebel incident in Sicilia City?"

"No, no!" After all, Conan Doyle was an old man. He immediately saw that Roland wanted to speak for him. He seized this opportunity and hurriedly shouted: "Your Excellency Roland, I don't, I really don't. He The person mentioned is my brother, and I only communicate with him occasionally. For more than a year, my family has not even been in Delbon City... ah."

When Conan Doyle said this, he was directly punched in the abdomen by a young priest behind him.

After screaming, he fell to his knees and kept vomiting stomach acid.

Roland raised his eyebrows: "Why not let him finish?"

The middle-aged pastor turned his head, winked at the young pastor who had beaten him just now, and then turned to Roland and said, "He is talking nonsense, of course he can't be allowed to talk nonsense."

"But I want to hear it."

Roland's smile became more pronounced.

Seeing Roland's attitude, the middle-aged pastor knew that things were not going well. His expression became solemn: "Your Excellency really intend to be our enemy of the Temple of Storms?"

"It's you who are doing things on my territory." Roland said calmly: "Now you're actually going to fight back and say that I'm making trouble with you. Are all the people in the Temple of Storms so unreasonable and arrogant?"

Hearing this, the young priest's expression changed immediately, and he wanted to come up and beat Roland furiously.

But the middle-aged priest directly stopped his subordinate, he looked at Roland, his expression of surprise became heavier and heavier, and finally asked: "This kind of arrogant tone of voice, you are not a noble, the nobles have met the people of our temple. , will be in awe... In this world, there is only one kind of person who does not have a sense of reverence for God, are you the son of gold?"

"It seems that you didn't investigate the news of this city before you came." Roland smiled and said, "Yes, I am indeed the son of gold..."

Then Roland's expression seemed to change a little bit, and his eyes became a little bit sharper.

As soon as these words came out, not to mention the middle-aged pastor, even the young pastor who was so fierce just now that he wanted to beat people was silent.

Their expressions were tangled, as if they wanted to be tough, but they didn't really want to be tough.

It has been almost two years since the Son of Gold appeared in this world. In the past two years, a lot of things have happened.

This group of mentally ill people who don't sleep at night, run around, and even use sticks to poke the stinky ditch in front of other people's houses to see if they can fish out some weird stuff, have already shown their reputation and characteristics to world.

Most of the golden sons are good people, and as long as it is injustice, they want to take care of it.

When drunkards fight, they will persuade them, and if they are attacked, they will beat them down together.

When a man beats his wife, the golden son of a woman will strike hard and beat her husband to half death before leaving.

He will also help old grandmothers to cross the street, and help crying children pick wild fruits to make them happy.

They can do even these little things, not to mention the big things about life and death for good and evil.

These golden sons, no matter who you are, as long as you do bad things, you dare to control them.

From the royal family and nobles to the flower-armed traders, there is no one they are afraid of, no one they dare not beat.

They also have several priests of the Son of Gold in the Temple of the Storms. One of the Sons of Gold discovered that a certain cardinal was unspoken as a female priest, and then exposed it, and was beaten to death by the cardinal.

After the resurrection, the priest of the Son of Gold launched several suicide attacks on the cardinal without success.

But for some unknown reason, the Son of Gold, who was cultivating in other city temples, came to form a team after knowing the news, and the five directly beat the Cardinal to death.

This should have been a big thing, but in the end, the Goddess of Storms did not issue an oracle to blame, and the Pope also took the initiative to suppress it and dealt with it properly, so as not to make the family scandal public.

In the end, the five golden sons who killed the cardinals became alternate bishops.

From then on, the priests of the Temple of Storms knew that once the Son of Gold began to be serious, it meant that they had begun to stand on the moral high ground, and things would become troublesome.

Several people looked at each other, the middle-aged priest turned to look at Conan Doyle who was still retching, and asked, "Old man, I want you to say something, you really haven't been out of Delbon City for more than a year?"

Conan Doyle shook his head vigorously, because of the pain, he seemed very difficult to speak: "No, really not, Your Excellency."

"Then it seems that we were misled by someone." The leading middle-aged male priest shook out a gold coin, grabbed Conan Doyle's hand, and shoved it into his palm: "This is compensation for disturbing you. ."

Conan Doyle looked up in surprise at the middle-aged male priest who suddenly changed his tune.

How vicious this man was, he couldn't have been more aware of it half an hour ago.

The other party broke into their house, and without saying a word, he beat himself and his two sons, and then said that they were rebels and would be taken back to the temple to be burned to death.

Are you apologizing to yourself now?

The leading middle-aged man ignored Conan Doyle's gaze. He turned to look at Roland and said, "Since the matter has been clarified, let's go first and have a chance to chat with Your Excellency Roland."

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged priest waved his hand and left with a dozen of his subordinates.

The two female priests were wearing short skirts, revealing their long white thighs.

The female priests of the Storm God do not wear heavy armor.

They walked past Roland and didn't even dare to raise their heads.

After the group left completely, Conan Doyle's family breathed a sigh of relief and slumped to the ground.

Conan Doyle kept thanking Roland.

Roland waved his hand, turned around and left slowly.

Cage asked his subordinates to untie the shackles of the Conan Doyle family, while he caught up with Roland.

He asked strangely, "If the middle-aged pastor just didn't agree, would you really kill him?"

"Even if you are Andonara's uncle, you can't be innocent for no reason. When am I going to kill someone?" Roland asked strangely.

Cage cut his voice disdainfully: "When I was a mercenary back then, I went through a lot more battles than you can imagine. I'm very familiar with killing intent. Just now you were tempted to kill, but it was very strong. ."

Roland snorted: "Do you think I'm the kind of person who kills indiscriminately?"

"No, but you really want to kill him, so there must be your reasons."

Roland smiled meaningfully.

At this time, in his field of vision, a system prompt popped up: The task of "Preventing the Temple of the Storm from Taking Conan Doyle" has been completed, and 220 character experience points have been obtained.

On the other side, after the middle-aged priest left the city gate, he kept walking out, and then walked directly into a small forest to see that no one was chasing after him. Then he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and supported the beside him with one hand. The tree trunk, bent over and gasped, and the two female priests next to her were also sweating profusely, their faces pale, as if they were seriously ill.

The other ten male priests didn't know why, and when they saw the three of them like this, they felt strange: "What happened to you?"

"That Roland wanted to kill us just now!" The middle-aged priest wiped the raindrops of sweat on his forehead: "I'm still alert and witty, otherwise we'll really have to explain it there."

The ten priests looked at each other.

The previously fierce young pastor said strangely: "No, I think his expression just now seems to be quite normal."

"On the surface, it's quite normal." The middle-aged priest said with lingering fears: "But suddenly there is a strong killing intent in his eyes, very strong. If we continue to stay, he will really kill If you don't believe me, you can ask them both."

The middle-aged pastor pointed to the two female pastors.

The two priestesses nodded vigorously.

These two female priests are the unique professionals of the Temple of Storms, the Wind Singers.

The so-called wind, is the airflow, is the air. They can read the information contained in the surrounding air, including but not limited to smells, as well as the emotions of the people around them.

When Roland was about to kill, the two of them really felt it.

They were scared to death, so they didn't dare to look at Roland.

The young pastor was stunned for a while, and then a burst of anger rose in his heart. He just wanted to shout "how dare he", but then he forcibly endured it.

The other party is the son of gold, he really dares.

The young priest reluctantly punched the tree trunk beside him. He turned his head and asked, "Bishop, is this the end of our mission? When we go back, the Pope will be disappointed with us, and maybe he will imprison us in a cell for a few days."

"It's better to be locked up for a few days than to lose your life." The middle-aged priest said helplessly: "Conan Doyle has the golden son to protect him, we can't move him, and we don't dare to move. The sword ghost Kazan is powerful enough. In order to protect a little maid, the Son of Gold even killed Kazan, the legendary swordsman, and it was a group of women who did it. What a piece of shit we are! Do you really think he dares not cut us?"