Mages Are Too OP

Roland was a little surprised. He could see that the Red Magic Tower was considered an organization with a 'world-renowned talent'. Even the blue-skinned orcs with low intelligence could be hired as mages. It makes no sense, but they look down on the cat people who are obviously more intelligent. .

"Why are you cat people treated as slaves?"

Catwoman's white, fluffy ears drooped, and even her tail fell to the ground.

"Because a few decades ago, one of our cat-man wizards led a struggle, but it failed, and then the cat-man became slaves."

Although Catwoman didn't say much, Roland could already hear a lot of meaning from this sentence.

The struggle led by the cat people failed.

What they were fighting for, one or two can be guessed from the composition of the nationalities of the personnel of the entire red magic tower, and the incident with the green-skin orcs yesterday.

Sure enough, no matter where, the oppression is always there.

"Then do you want to go out for a walk openly?"

Catwoman nodded, of course she thought.

Since she was sensible, she hadn't communicated with people for a long time, hiding from her figure all day long and not in contact with people, including her relatives.

Because once the ownerless cat appears, it will be arrested, especially the female cat.

She was almost caught by the old mage before. If Roland hadn't come back quickly, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Then you can pretend to be my slave."

When Catwoman heard this, her expression immediately became hesitant.

Roland shrugged and let her think slowly. It was normal for the other party to be wary.

Back in the stone building, Roland opened three third-level spell blueprints, read them all, and put them aside.

All three magics are pretty good, but for Roland, the priority is not that high.

The current task is to study the magic circle.

As long as he learns how to make a magic circle, Roland feels that he can do quite a few tricks.

And the functionality of the first and second level magic is enough to meet all the needs of daily and combat periods.

The high-level magic that followed was just an enhancement.

Lay the foundation well, and then want to build a towering building, it will be easier.

So he is in no hurry.

He did a lot of data analysis this night, and the magic circle was more difficult to learn than he thought.

The amount of data involved is far more than secondary magic.

This night, Roland just filled the wrong database.

The next morning, when he had just left to go to class, he found the kitten girl standing in front of his door.

Her green eyes were bloodshot, and her expression was a little tired, as if she hadn't slept all night.

Seeing Roland come out, Catwoman seemed a little nervous. She hesitated for a while, and when Roland was about to get impatient, she finally spoke.

"I'm willing to pretend to be your slave."

After saying these words, Catwoman felt that her whole body was exhausted, and she didn't seem to be much angry.

Cat people are sensitive creatures, and are naturally curious about everything, but also have a strong sense of vigilance against any creatures other than their relatives.

It is a proud and slender creature.

It is quite difficult to gain their trust.

Roland didn't win Catwoman's trust, Catwoman was just gambling.

Bet Roland is a good guy.

She's been in this place for too long by herself.

She wanted to go back to see her mother, stay with her openly and openly, and walk on the streets openly and not be taken away casually.

And Roland is the only person who has not shown ill will towards her in the past ten years.

Roland looked at Catwoman's uneasy expression, smiled, and asked, "I still don't know what your name is?"

"Marilyn." Catwoman clasped her white hands together: "Because I am a commoner and have no surname."

"I know, you wait here for me to come back."

Roland bypassed Catwoman and left the manor.

Today is Triton's class. It's all about basic magic theory. Roland has long understood it, so it doesn't matter if he goes or not.

Besides, the teaching of the Red Magic Tower is actually quite casual. It doesn't matter whether the students come to the class or not. Anyway, they are all adults, and they are responsible for themselves. At this time tomorrow, if you fail the exam, you will be dismissed from the class. You have to wait five years. Years later, with the freshmen, they are eligible to enter the classroom again.

Roland went to the commercial street in Dongcheng District, and found a shop with purple silk hanging on the door.

The store's plaque reads 'Magic Shackles'.

This is a slave certification shop.

It is one of the private businesses of an old man.

You can buy necklaces used to control slaves here, and only the necklaces sold here have an authoritative "effect". Otherwise, many pariahs have no identity and household registration, not even slaves.

It's okay to be beaten to death on the street as a spy.

Therefore, in many cases, this necklace is also a disguised protection for people without identity.

This matter was written in the school rules that Roland read on the first day of class.

Roland entered the store and stepped on the black solid wood floor.

The shop is very big, with a black counter at the end, then a few grey chairs for people to rest around, and a few tables.

Seeing Roland, a maid with a decent appearance and a white collar on her neck greeted him.

She smiled sweetly: "Your Excellency Mage, are you here to buy necklaces?"

Roland nodded.

"Then please take a seat."

After Roland sat down, the maid respectfully stood in front of Roland and continued to ask, "Excuse me, how old is the wearer of the necklace?"

"It's estimated to be around fifteen."

"What about race?"

"Cat Man."

"gender."

"female!"

The maid froze for a moment and said, "Your Excellency is really lucky, cat people are already very rare. I didn't expect you to have female cat people."

Does the female anchor have anything to say?

Roland has some doubts in his heart, but his expression is still very calm, as if having a female cat person is just a very common thing.

The maid took a breath and continued to ask, "Then what grade of necklace do you want?"

"What does that say?"

"The higher the level of the necklace, the more you value this slave, and most people don't dare to mess around."

Roland understood, to put it bluntly, it was a display of financial resources and identity, which was regarded as an advertisement and a deterrent.

Tell others that the owner of this slave is very wealthy and may be very powerful, so don't mess around.

"That's the most upscale one."

"Understood."

After writing down Roland's request, the maid bent down slightly and said, "Your Excellency, please wait for a while, and immediately put the necklace on after we have made a record."

"How much?"

The maid lowered her head: "Ten gold coins."

So expensive!

Roland frowned, but he immediately took out all the gold coins and gave them to the maid.

The maid held the gold coin in both hands, bowed her head and stepped back slowly.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the maid came again. She was holding a black wooden holder with a necklace made of pure gold and silver on it, and there was a key beside her.

There are magic lines engraved on the necklace, and there are also on the key.

It's obviously a magic item, no wonder it's so expensive.

"This is the necklace and key, please accept it."

Roland put the necklace and key into his backpack and returned to the manor.

The kitten girl squatted in front of the stone building and stared blankly at the clouds in the sky.

Hearing Roland's voice, she jumped up suddenly.

Roland walked in one by one while looking at the necklace.

The magic circle on this necklace is very interesting. Roland can barely understand some nodes, but more nodes are 'encrypted' with special methods, and he can't understand what it does.

Roland stopped in front of the stone building, he looked at Catwoman, handed over the key and the necklace, and said, "Wear it yourself, and the key will be kept for you, don't lose it, I heard there is only one."

Catwoman waited and looked at the white necklace in her hands, she swallowed: "Silver necklace, Master Mage, how are you... Thank you!"

Catwoman Marilyn raised her head, her green eyes getting brighter and brighter.

Roland didn't know what the silver necklace represented to Catwoman, and he just wanted to continue studying magic now.

In the elders meeting, Murphy photographed the node blueprint of the self-exploding fireball on the table in front of several other people.

He said seriously: "I tried this spell last night, it's very strong."

"It's just a second-level spell, is it necessary? Waste your only proposal this year."

"Don't say one year, even if it is ten years, I am willing to waste it. Now, as the person who summoned the temporary meeting, I force each of you to read this drawing again, understand?"

Several elders looked at Murphy with inexplicable expressions. In the end, they didn't say anything. The elder closest to the drawing reached out and picked up the drawing.

"Let me see, what can make you so surprised..."

The elder watched for a while, then immediately shut his mouth, his expression became more and more serious and solemn.

After about five minutes, he slapped the table abruptly: "Interesting, the combination of these nodes is simply a magic stroke, there is no excess, all nodes have their own effects, and they affect each other."

"let me see."

The elder who was closest to the left of the person snatched the blueprint, and after a while, his expression became quite surprised, just like the elder before him.

Swish!

The drawings were snatched away by another person, and within a few minutes, they were snatched by the next person.

Twenty minutes later, the blueprint finally arrived in the hands of the elder Elford.

After spending five minutes reading it carefully, he subconsciously pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes for a while, and said, "What an amazing kid."

"So Great Elder, start the talent migration plan. If you are strong, you have to tie Roland to our country of France, or else you will destroy him."

The elder, who had been pinching the bridge of his nose, looked rather distressed, said: "About Roland, the person I sent out before has already sent the information back. The matter is very troublesome, we can only use Huairou means for this kid, absolutely You can't use force."

"Why?" Murphy asked in confusion.

"Because they are the sons of gold." Elford sighed: "A new, very troublesome race!"

The elders looked at each other in dismay, they had never heard the word.

"This is Roland's information." Elford threw out a small notebook first, and then a large one: "This is the general information of the entire group of the Golden Sons, you all have a look."