Mages Are Too OP

“What should a qualified spellcaster do?”

This didn’t mean that Roland would act according to what the other party said. He was simply curious as to how a qualified spellcaster in this game’s world should behave.

John laughed candidly. “A qualified spellcaster naturally establishes his own networks and organization. And this is inevitably linked to the support of nobles.”

“Can you explain in more detail?” Roland gestured for him to continue. “You also know that we Golden Sons come from another dimension, which has extremely different social customs compared to yours.”

“Nobles and official Mages have a relationship that can’t be clearly explained.” John leaned back slightly in the chair and said, “Official Mages are inseparable from the support of nobles, while nobles also need help from official Mages—their relationship is just like fish and water.”

“Who’s the fish and who’s the water?” Roland asked smilingly.

John was startled for a moment, then shrugged helplessly. “Is it necessary to distinguish them so clearly?”

“Of course it is.”

The room went silent for a while. In the end, John stood up and said with a bitter smile, “Mr. Roland seems to have some opinion of me?”

“Perhaps I have an opinion of all the nobles in this city!” Roland started to laugh lightly. “It’s just a community problem, it has nothing to do with you.”

“Mr. Roland, it’s very easy to walk down a narrow path by being so unyielding.”

Roland snickered. “That’s not a problem. At worst, I’ll just move to another city to continue learning magic. In this world, the proportion of nobles definitely doesn’t surpass five percent.”

John’s expression changed subtly. “Are you Golden Sons all so unyielding?”

“No, actually the majority of us have quite pleasant personalities.” A keen light reflected off of Roland’s eyes. “It’s just that we frown upon some affairs and issues, yet we can’t find a chance to vent our feelings.”

Having spoken to such an extent, there was no need to talk any further.

John still acted very sophisticatedly. He even patiently made a few remarks for the purpose of social etiquette and then left the magic tower.

After a short while, Vivian knocked on the door and walked in.

The young girl wore a somewhat worried expression. She stood next to Roland and said, “John is the son of the mayor. Deputy Chairman, you might be in danger now that you’ve offended him.”

“Don’t worry, if it influences the interests of the magic tower, I’ll leave on my own accord,” Roland said indifferently.

Vivian was truly worried now. She waved her hand forcefully. “Deputy Chairman, that’s not what I mean, I’m simply worried for you!”

“I know,” Roland replied in a soft voice. His expression certainly didn’t have any trace of anger or impatience.

Vivian sized him up carefully, making sure he really wasn’t angry. Then, she was finally relieved.

Soon after, she asked somewhat curiously, “Deputy Chairman, why don’t you like Mr. John? He is a good man rarely seen amongst the nobles, he also treats commoners very well!”

“Very well?” Roland asked in a calm voice. “Very well, how?”

“He won’t randomly bully commoners, and occasionally when he sees commoners in dire straits, he’ll also lend a helping hand. This is quite rare.”

“Hehe!”

Roland snickered, the corner of his lips curved up into a contemptuous smile. “He’s the son of the mayor, in other words, this city will be his in the future, isn’t that right?”

Vivian nodded.

“According to the ideology of the Golden Sons, even in such a feudalistic age, the city’s mayor has the responsibility of governing commoners and ensuring their safety.” Roland sighed and said, “However, this city has nobles who harm his people by cutting open and devouring their hearts, this he ignores; outside the city, there are serial killers who specifically target young girls, this he ignores; there are tens of thousands of beggars in the city, this he ignores; even the city’s basic facilities and the city’s appearance are in shambles, this he also ignores. Not doing anything, simply putting on an amiable smile all the time, and occasionally doing some so-called benevolent acts—a noble like this, is he worthy of my time?”

“Oh… Deputy Chairman, you’re quite strict.”

Roland sighed. “This isn’t strict, this is the ideology of the majority of the Golden Sons. Not even protecting his own people, completely ignoring them and only collecting their taxes, if this happened on our side… ha!”

Vivian’s heart thumped rapidly. She felt that Roland, who at this moment had a disdainful expression and even somewhat righteously rebuked John with stern words, displayed an extremely attractive charm.

She left the room, blushing. She didn’t dare to stay any longer.

Inside the magic tower, Roland continued to work on Language Proficiency, and yet another fulfilling day went by. Climbing out of the immersive cabin, he went on the forums to check out the gaming strategies and experiences of other players. Shortly after, he ate breakfast and rode a public bike to the suburbs.

It was still quite early at this time, roughly a little past seven.

Under the iron-sheet shed, there were already four students practicing sword technique routines.

Once Roland arrived at the doorway, Qi Shaoqiu walked over.

“It seems you’re planning to learn sword techniques, or else you wouldn’t come over at this time.” Qi Shaoqiu took out a cigarette, lit it up, took a puff, held it in his mouth, and then breathed it out. “I still got the same words for you, 30,000 yuan tuition, no less.”

Roland quite liked Qi Shaoqiu’s straightforwardness. “I have a question to ask. Your surname, ‘Qi’… What’s your relationship with General Qi? Don’t tell me you’re his descendant.”

“Of course not. According to our family history, we are descended from General Qi’s personal bodyguards who were granted his surname.” Qi Shaoqiu scratched his head, appearing somewhat irritated. “You probably don’t want to learn after hearing these words. Originally I could’ve deceived you by saying that we’re descendants of the Qi family, but thinking about how my ancestors never deceived others by claiming to have connections with those of higher status, we as descendants naturally shouldn’t do so.”

Roland snickered. “No, I want to learn even more now. If you had said you were General Qi’s descendant, I would’ve immediately turned to leave.”

Qi Shaoqiu looked at him with narrowed eyes. “You’re quite a strange person. Come in.”

Roland entered the yard, followed behind Qi Shaoqiu, and arrived at an unfinished brick house next to the large shed.

This house wasn’t painted, but the windows were installed. He could see a girl working busily inside.

After getting closer, Roland could smell the aromatic food. He took a light breath.

Yes, it’s the smell of boiled noodles. Herbs seemed to be mixed within.

Although Roland already ate breakfast, he actually felt a little hungry after smelling this aroma.

“Little sister, there’s a student here to sign up.” Qi Shaoqiu pushed open the door and entered, shouting, “Accept the payment with your phone!”

Roland also went inside and discovered a large black pot placed on the kitchen stove in front of the young girl.

Inside the pot, noodles were boiling, the broth a light brown color. Beside the kitchen stove, there were two balls of Chinese medicine wrapped in white cotton cloth. The outer layer of the cotton cloth was wet, faintly giving off steam.

Noodle soup simmered with Chinese medicine?

Roland was somewhat surprised at this.

The young girl turned around and looked at Roland, the expression in her eyes full of bewilderment. “There’s actually a foolish wastrel that’s willing to spend 30,000 yuan on tuition?”

Once she said these words, Qi Shaoqiu’s face quickly turned green in annoyance.