Mages Are Too OP

Delpon, mayor’s residence.

Roland met the future mayor, John Junior.

Until now, there was no real mayor on the surface in Delpon, and John Junior had never gotten to occupy the position of mayor.

The two hadn’t seen each other in over two years.

Roland himself was the unsociable type. When he was back in Delpon, he either stayed in the research lab of the Magic Tower or got intimate with his two women at the manor.

He hardly participated in any social events.

John Junior also rarely appeared in the banquets of other nobles, and both were shut-ins, so naturally, they hadn’t seen each other.

At this time, John Junior’s expression was calm as he poured Roland a glass of fruit wine. He then raised his glass and said, “To an acquaintance I haven’t seen in a while, cheers.”

He finished the entire glass of fruit wine first.

Roland also finished the cup of fruit wine in one gulp, then looked at the other man. “Your temperament has changed.”

“It had to,” John Junior said faintly. “I don’t want to die. Before, I could still see your back, but now you’ve become ridiculously strong. Not to mention your strength: Master-level and above, heading for Legend. You’ve even connected with the First Princess of Fareins, who I heard is the future queen… but lived in your manor for a long time.” John Junior grunted lightly and continued, “Knowing this, I have no more hatred for you; instead I find myself laughable.”

Roland didn’t say anything and just looked at the other man in silence. John Junior leaned back and said with a bitter smile, “When my mind was still on one city and land when my strength was stagnant, you had already become a Master Mage and had established a huge force. Compared with the country of Fareins, Hollevin is as small as a fly. Between you and me, there is already a chasm. I can’t catch up to you in a lifetime, so what do I use to fight with you? My skull?”

Listening to John Junior’s self-analysis, Roland smiled.

He knew that John Junior was telling the truth.

Currently, John Junior was only level five, while Roland was already level twelve. With a seven-level gap, plus the player’s Overlord growth template, the difference in strength between the two was almost like that between a mouse and a mammoth.

If Roland opened his Magic Shield and let John Junior attack for ten days and ten nights, he wouldn’t be able to break Roland’s shield.

Most importantly, Roland could now fully sense John Junior’s mental power fluctuations.

He could tell if a statement was a lie or not.

It was typical level suppression.

“It’s good that you understand, it’ll do us a lot of good to ease our relationship.”

Roland picked up the flask and poured a glass for the other man before pouring one for himself.

The action surprised John Junior a little.

The victor poured wine for the loser voluntarily and without sarcasm-how should he feel about this?

Roland finished his fruit wine in one gulp and said, “Now that you understand, I can return the two businesses of furs and building materials in the city back to the mayor and have you handle them.”

John Junior froze, and after a moment, he laughed dryly and said, “Is this what my mother and sister are worth?”

He had an odd expression on his face at this moment.

It was painful, yet he was caught between laughter and tears.

“Believe it or not, I’m still going to say this-I didn’t touch them.”

Roland felt helpless after saying he didn’t like wives so many times. It just happened that the queen was already married.

Besides, Vivian had been a virgin before and hadn’t married anyone.

John Junior couldn’t understand. His mother and sister were beautiful, and although not as good as Queen Andonara was, they were slightly better than Vivian. Besides, there was a special bonus for mothers and daughters together.

This person was too much of a gentleman.

Unbelievable.

Looking at John Junior’s startled expression, Roland said, “I was going to talk to you about your father coming back from the dead, but now it seems that you probably weren’t the one who did it.”

John Junior said squarely, “I’ve heard about this, and I’m scared too.”

“Then you should close the castle first, and then take over the properties when I’ve settled the matter.”

Roland stood up.

John Junior followed suit. “Those two properties—are you testing me, or are you using me as a handyman?”.

“Both.”

Leaving this word behind, Roland left the mayor’s residence.

Although Roland was the boss behind Delpon, he didn’t transfer all the properties to the hands of the Magic Tower.

Instead, he divided out many of them and used them as a hidden power to hold back John Junior.

But now that two years had passed, those forces had turned their backs on John Junior when they saw that he had no hope of turning the tide, and even had some sneaky little thoughts about the Magic Tower.

They constantly made cheap moves in the dark.

They thought Vivian and Roland wouldn’t notice.

Such was the greed of man-once on shore, one prays no more. Roland was too lazy to deal with these small fries and unleashed John Junior, who had been suffocated for nearly four years and must’ve hated these traitors.

When the time came, he would naturally take the initiative to deal with these people. Besides, the business of building materials and furs didn’t earn much, and now the Magic Tower didn’t need the profits from these two businesses.

It was a waste of manpower and troublesome.

Most importantly, Roland believed that a triangle relationship was the most stable.

At that time, the Magic Tower, the mayor’s residence, and the minor nobles united would form a peaceful relationship.

This way, he, and the Tower of Magic could focus entirely on magic research and teaching apprentices.

Leaving Delpon, Roland came to the hill where John Senior was buried, and soon found John Senior’s tomb.

The tomb was damaged, and the headstone was overturned and thrown to the side. The decaying coffin had also been pulled out, the lid fallen not far from the yellow earth of the tomb. Roland covered himself with a Magic Shield to completely isolate the smell around him before walking over to it.

There was nothing left of the coffin except some blackened pieces.

John Senior was a professional, a Warrior, and his body didn’t decay that easily.

It might have even become a mummy. Roland looked around and didn’t see any footprints. He then spread his mental threads, and soon a faint dark magic power manifested under the mental threads.

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Roland followed this magic power and walked slowly forward through the mountains. He soon came to a cave covered in weeds.

When he got there, the smell of dark magic was stronger, and even without the use of mental power, he could feel it. It seemed to be trying to lure him in.

Roland summoned three almost completely transparent magic spiders, then stepped back and used Stone to Mud to sink into the ground before sealing the hole above.

Once that was done, two magic spiders headed for the cave entrance. The third climbed a nearby tree and scoped out the surroundings.

Roland felt that something was wrong, so he burrowed into the ground, intending to scout the cave and see if he could counter-ambush.

The cavern was dark, but the magic spiders had Night Vision at their cores, and although the magic array of Night Vision was small and not very effective due to their size and magic power, they could see things at a distance of about five meters around them.

The magic spiders crawled on the walls of the cave, moving forward slowly

After crawling for about ten minutes, they saw something special and transmitted the image back to Roland.

In Roland’s mind, he could see the walls of the cave, lined with skeletons.

And in the innermost part, a pair of blue eyes

-but too far away to see clearly. One of the spiders moved over slowly, and it didn’t take long to see that the pair of eyes belonged to a man with a dark greenish face, who sat wide open at the end of the cave, blue flames glowing in his eyes.

Roland recognized this man.

John Senior.

He resurrected as expected… Just as Roland thought so, the sitting John Senior suddenly stood up, and swung heavily with his left hand against the wall, slapping the magic spider into the magic residue.

Undead creatures were very sensitive to magic power.

The moment the magic spider dissipated, Roland could see that the other party’s blue eyes were burning with a strong hatred.

He recognizes my magic power?

Roland froze for a moment, and it dawned on him: This is a trap.

Without saying a word, he sunk himself deeper into the ground using Stone to Mud.

He stopped only when he sank roughly below a hundred meters.

Just as he finished doing this, John Senior moved, charging forward two more steps and slapping the other magic spider to pieces.

Now, Roland was left with only the magic spider above his head.

But that was enough.

Soon, this magic spider sent over pictures.

Six people cloaked in gray robes and wearing white wolf masks surrounded the vicinity of the cave.

They seemed to be looking around for Roland.

Not long after, John Senior rushed out of the cave, clad in armor and running like a light tank.

After rushing out of the cave, he crashed through a small tree, then looked around, only to let out an angry growl.

As he growled, yellow fluids dripped from his mouth, and a tooth fell out with them.

“Roland got away,” one of the gray-robed men said. “Where did we give ourselves away?”

The other said, “I don’t know. It was so hard to set up a trap.”

At this point, John Senior let out another angry, piercing growl.

“Mind your corpse and pacify him.”

A gray-robed man made a few hand gestures, and John Senior immediately quieted down. Roland hadn’t seen this magic gesture before… This was normal, as he had little knowledge of the dark spells. “Wait, don’t talk!”

A gray-robed man suddenly reached out, his eyes looking around for a moment before finally landing on the magic spider.

Then he raised his hand and a throwing knife hit the magic spider squarely. All of Roland’s “eyes” had disappeared. “He’s still around watching us, search and find him!”

They immediately scattered.

Roland cast Secondary Stealth on himself, his form fading. Then he smiled and snapped his fingers, his entire body disappearing into this underground cave.