Mages Are Too OP

“Brothers, I’m just telling stories here. Why are you accusing me of spreading pornography?” Surrounded by the cavalrymen, the streamer Don’t Tie the Knot, whose nickname in the game was Galen, wasn’t nervous at all. “Also, how can I possibly be related to the evil gods?”

The leading cavalryman smiled wickedly. “Someone has reported that you spread pornography and you’re related to evil gods, so come with us.”

Seeing the weird smile on the leading cavalryman’s face, how could Galen not know what happened?

He narrowed his eyes and looked around at the cavalrymen, before he said coldly, “I don’t know who’s trying to set me up, but don’t forget that I’m a Golden Son.”

“I know that you are a Golden Son.” The leading cavalryman took out a piece of paper and waved it cockily, before he remarked, “It’s mentioned here. We’re just following the rules. You must come with us and make a statement. Of course, you can resist or kill us. I know how strong the Golden Sons are. We’re not scared of death. Do you dare to kill us?”

He couldn’t have sounded more arrogant.

Galen’s face was as dark as the bottom of a pit.

The audience in his stream channel all commented after seeing that.

“He must’ve pissed off someone. There’s no telling who it was.”

“He has pissed off too many NPCs. Didn’t he beat up a small noble’s son earlier?”

“A small noble can’t possibly mobilize such a team of elite riders.”

“There must be a big shot behind this.”

The audience was quite astute and quickly spoke out the truth.

Galen thought the same.

He looked around and suddenly shouted, “Get out! I know you’re here.”

Very soon, a Lancer came out.

Unlike the other riders, he had a unique vibe that was proud and somewhat hilarious.

He was clearly a player.

He spurred his horse forward and slowly reached Galen, before he shook his head helplessly. “I didn’t want to show up. You could’ve saved some dignity for both of us, couldn’t you?”

“It’s you?”

The guy was a celebrity among the players.

He was the first player to become a Lancer, a special class.

The guide on the transformation of Lancers, entitled Lancer’s Deja Vu with a video, was posted by him.

The awesome drifting of the horse opened everybody’s eyes.

“It’s me.” He smiled in quite a complicated way.

He seemed to be laughing at him, but in a very gentle manner.

Many people knew the player’s name. It was Pullman. He was better known as the rider on the horse.

Galen looked at him and asked in confusion, “Have I ever wronged you?”

“No, you haven’t, but I’ve been ordered to arrest you.”

Galen snorted. “You were hiding because you knew that the order was unreasonable, right? You are a player too. Why would you stand behind evil?”

Pullman trotted around him on the horse. “Why? Because I’m the sheriff of this territory and I’m responsible for the safety and conflicts in the entire area.”

“But no conflicts happened here. I didn’t attack anyone,” said Galen, one word after another.

“That’s your opinion,” said Pullman unconcernedly. “My order is to take you back and ask you questions.”

“What if I don’t go with you?” Galen snorted.

Pullman shrugged. “That’s your choice. But we’ll be forced to use violence.”

The previous leading cavalryman interjected: “Boss, you don’t need to do anything. Let us handle it. He can kill us if he thinks he’s capable.”

Galen took a deep breath. “I can leave with you, as soon as you answer one question for

me.”

“What is it?” Pullman asked.

If possible, he didn’t want to attack a player either.

“Who ordered you to come here?”

Pullman replied with a smile, “Earl Govas, the local lord.”

Galen frowned. “I’ve never done anything to him. Why does he want to arrest me?”

“Who knows?” Pullman shrugged and said, “I’m just carrying out orders.”

“Okay, let’s go.” Galen decided to give in for now. “But I’m rather curious. Isn’t it embarrassing for you to take orders from a feudal lord?”

Pullman burst into laughter. “That question is moot. Have you ever worked in a private company in reality?”

“Sure.”

“Why do you work for the capitalists? Is it any more dignifying than working for a feudal lord?” Pullman let out mocking laughter.

Galen instantly fell silent. He too knew that it was just the pot calling the kettle black.

Their conversation was streamed too.

The audience all commented.

“Wow, Pullman is quite witty!”

“A capitalist’s lackey versus a feudal lord’s minion.”

“Who’s messing with our streamer? If I learn his name, I’m going to… pray for him every day.”

“Has Galen’s farming dream in the alternative world been shattered already?”

In fact, after Galen was taken to the lord’s residence, nobody asked him any questions. He was directly thrown in jail.

He was given three meals every day, but the guards didn’t talk to him at all.

Also, a lot of other prisoners were kept in the jail.

Most of them were bandits and thieves.

Two of them were even players.

Galen would’ve been bored to death if he didn’t chat with them across the bars.

He asked curiously, “Why are you not running?”

“Run?” said one of the Rogue players helplessly. “Right now, the local lords of Hollevin have all hired a lot of players as their advisors and fighters. They know us too well and are waiting for us to run, which will trigger hunting quests and give them a lot of EXP after they kill us! They’re treating us as EXP gifts.”

Galen took a deep breath.

“They’re waiting precisely for us to escape. Don’t fall for their trap,” remarked the other Rogue player. “So, we’ll wait until they set us free.”

“But they’re not asking me any questions,” said Galen helplessly. “Am I going to be locked in here forever?”

One of the Rogues said with a smile, “That won’t happen. You’ll probably be set free after a dozen days. Do you think your food here is free? Usually, when they find that you’re very patient and won’t escape, they’ll just release you.” Oh!

Galen understood.

However, things turned out unlike what he anticipated.

The two Rogues were set free a dozen days later, but he was jailed for an entire month.

In the meantime, Pullman came to instigate him now and then.

“Why are you still not running?”

“Wow, I didn’t know that you were so obedient.”

“How can you possibly stay in such a dull place?”

Galen was infuriated.

He knew that the guy was waiting for him to escape, but he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He took out a weapon from his system Backpack, broke the door, and fled from the jail.

However, Pullman, who had been waiting for a long time, chased him with a team of riders.

Outside of the city, Pullman caught up to Galen. Pullman charged, stabbed through him, and heaved him high on his spear, before he finally dropped Galen’s body to the ground a dozen meters away.

Galen’s horse didn’t stop but quickly ran off.

The bleeding body was left on the ground, a silent reminder of how brutal the world was.

After resurrection, Galen dropped by one level. He was so angry that he went to Pullman with a few friends, only to find that Pullman had leveled up.

His level had dropped, and his friends were even weaker than him.

Then, the five-man squad was destroyed by the Lancer with three charges.

Eventually, Pullman’s horse galloped on the road with two bleeding bodies on his spear.

It was both awesome and ruthless.

Pullman was streaming at this moment. Many netizens recorded the fight and posted it on the forum.

Ever since that day, the Lancer had turned into a popular class.

After the “fire feces” Warlocks, another sect that was known as “seasoned riders” emerged.

Everybody in that sect pursued nothing but speed.

They used nothing but a horse and a spear… For higher speed, they could even give up their armor.

They were boosted by all kinds of skills and accessories. Some studied acceleration spells or used similar scrolls.

They claimed on the forum that the Lancers could stab through any enemy after they sped up to more than a hundred miles per hour! Any enemy! Highlights of Lancers were posted more and more on the forum. They were indeed awesome. As they rushed forward, the scenery around them flashed back. They didn’t even have to raise or pierce their spear but only had to lay it next to their horse. It would kill anyone that touched it.

Roland saw that a Lancer stabbed four men in a battle during a high-speed charge, only to crash into a tree because he lost control over his speed and direction, which killed both him and his horse. He chuckled.

The Lancers were all riding special magic horses that could be summoned again after they died.

Although the video recorder died, the video was indeed stirring.

After watching videos for half an hour, Roland felt that his mana was full, so he planned to continue his magic experiments.

A month of research and experiments had gone by and he had finally opened the door of Mage’s Disjunction and partially grasped it. At this moment, Andonara came in and said, “Roland, one of your compatriots came and wants to talk to you.”

Roland nodded and met the visitor in the living room.

It was Galen!

Roland smiled and asked him to sit down, and Andonara came with a tray that had two cups of fruit wine on it.

The wine was made with the grapes that were grown in the manor. It tasted rather good.

Roland drank a mouthful of the wine and said, “My friend, what can I help you with?”

“Roland, stop pretending. You know who I am.”

Roland pretended to be surprised. “I really don’t. I don’t think we’ve met before.”

After a moment of silence, Galen said, “Don’t worry, I came here alone. I’m not streaming or recording anything.”

Roland remained silent and simply enjoyed the wine.

“Streaming and recording aren’t in my best interest,” said Galen, depressed. “I admit that it was wrong of me to join the organization against you.”

Roland finally smiled and put the cup down. “In fact, you’re not the only person that I found. More people will probably apologize to me in the next couple of days.”

Life had been hard for Galen.

Not only were the nobles of Hollevin harassing him, but the Association of Mages were also going against him. His picture and name were on the blacklists of all the branches of the Association of Mages.

They would not sell magic items or materials to him, or buy the magic items he got from dungeons.

Even more unbelievably, some Bards in small taverns were singing about a horrible man named Galen who cheated on his wife and abandoned his family.

They didn’t say that this Galen was a Golden Son, but the guy’s descriptions fitted him perfectly.

Galen couldn’t stand it anymore. He realized who was behind all that.

It couldn’t have been anyone except Roland.

“You think you can get this over with by saying you’re sorry?” asked Roland casually. “You have to pay a price.”

“I can give you money.”

“I’m not short of gold coins.”

Galen knew that it wasn’t so simple. He asked, “Then what do you need?” “You can work as a sheriff for a certain lord and help me deal with someone else.” Roland put twenty gold coins on the table. “If you agree, you’ll get a rewarding job, a team of soldiers under your command, and a sum of money.”

Galen’s eyes widened. Then he exclaimed, “Wait, did you talk Pullman into taking your side in the same way?”

In their anti-Roland gatherings, they had mostly worn masks, so they didn’t know who their partners were.

At this moment, he did.

“So, it was Pullman who recognized me?” asked Galen.

Roland smiled, as if he were silently acknowledging it.

He was protecting Solisa in such a way.

After all, it wasn’t easy for her to get the list. He had to make sure that she wouldn’t get into trouble.

“You’ll go after this guy.” Roland put a note on the table. Galen looked at it and nodded. “Okay, I’m on board.”

“Let’s hope that we cooperate well.” Roland stood up and extended his hands.

Galen also stood up and stored the twenty gold coins in his system Backpack.

Twenty gold coins equaled about three hundred thousand yuan.

It wasn’t easy for the players to make money — Roland and Betta being the exceptions.

A sheriff could earn a gold coin every month and command soldiers. It was a good and rare job for most male players.

“We were truly unlucky to decide to challenge you,” said Galen with a self-mocking smile and left the room.

Roland also smiled, but with satisfaction.

Galen was the seventh one.

He intended to convert all the peripheral members of the organization and see what the rich players and streamers at the core could do.

The thought of that was quite delightful.

Roland felt that he was turning into a supervillain.

Then, he resumed the research on Mage’s Disjunction.

He estimated that it would be time to deal with the rich players after he was done with Mage’s Disjunction.