Mages Are Too OP

When I came to Elford's room, the environment here was much better than that of Roland's small suite.

The area is much larger, the lighting is better, and most importantly, the layout inside is quite luxurious at first glance.

Erford asked Roland to sit on a white animal skin iron blanket chair. He sat in the main seat himself, and then asked with a two-pointed sarcasm, "How does it feel to be wrongly framed?"

"It's okay." Roland said in a very normal tone: "It's not that such a thing has never happened before."

When I first joined the company after graduation, I helped my boss to take the blame for a few times.

At that time, it was really depressed, and there was no ability to resist.

If you don't take the blame, you have to resign.

The difference here is that the player itself is immortal, and Roland is not without the power to resist.

The reason why he cooperated with the actions of the black-robed soldiers was simply to see the face of the red magic tower. After all, he was now a student of the red magic tower.

If he really felt malicious, he would definitely resist.

Looking at Roland's calm aura, Elford nodded with satisfaction: "You should understand now, as long as you have the strength, you are not afraid of such filthy things, at least you have the ability to seek solutions. Like a peasant, being killed in an instant, you don’t have to be like a helpless commoner who just sits and waits for something to happen.”

Roland nodded.

It does.

In a peaceful world, men like Menon are indeed talents.

But the world is too dangerous.

Even in France's magic association, which is almost an extremely safe place, he was assassinated. The strength of the individual is indeed very important.

Seeing that Roland had listened to what he said, Elford said with satisfaction: "So, you should focus more on combat magic, similar to Menon's idea, similar to oil-making, water-making. Spend less spell models, and make more spells like the little blue fireball."

Roland thought for a while and said, "But I am the son of gold, and I am immortal, and most importantly, ideas like Menon's are very helpful to my magic concept. Skills in the subtle control of magic."

"I see." Elford thought for a while and said, "Then go hand in hand. Menon is dead, there should be a lot of information in his room, even if you like this knowledge, go and receive it."

Roland stood up.

Elford thought for a while and said, "Menon also has a wife who is pretty good looking. If you don't think it's too much trouble, you can also take care of him. After all, being short-handed can be considered a repayment."

Roland nodded, walked to the door, and turned back sharply. Because he found that there was a strong 'maliciousness' in Erford's words.

There is a kind of elder who watched the younger generation grow up, or caught the joke of the younger generation when they rushed.

But Elford's face was obviously serious.

Delusion?

Roland left the room, asked the guards in the aisle, and soon came to the room where Menon lived.

Menon was rich and his room was huge.

It's a first class suite.

As soon as Roland entered, he saw Menon's body lying in the middle of the living room, covered with a white cloth.

Around this room, there are also four soldiers in black robes. They are responsible for protecting Mei Nong's body and family, and they are also responsible for monitoring the property here so that the Mei family's wife will not take it away.

After all, Menon has a lot of magical data research, which belongs to the confidential level.

On the bench next to him, a woman in a black dress was asleep, burying her face and sobbing in a low voice.

I can't see the face, but the figure is quite good.

The eyes of the four black-robed soldiers swept across the woman from time to time, and there were some obscure ** in their eyes.

After Roland came in, he immediately attracted the attention of the four soldiers. One of them came up to meet him and asked, "May I ask your Excellency?"

Those who wear magic robes in the magic association are all high-class people, and they are not the ones who can offend them.

"Roland."

The soldier immediately lowered his head and said, "It turned out to be Your Excellency Roland. You are finally here. A powerful master told me before that everything here is yours. Now we can leave."

Roland shook his hands, took out a few silver coins from the space backpack, stuffed them into the soldier's hands, and said, "Please take care of them, be careful, and take them for a drink."

"Thank you, sir." The soldier grinned and bent over and over again and again.

The other three soldiers were also happy.

The three of them received only one silver coin for a month's salary, and they got a few coins all at once. Although it was not much after being divided, it was also an extra income.

The four soldiers left with great gratitude, and helped Roland gently close the door.

The eldest man is generous, and naturally he has to have fun.

Playing with a wife next to the dead body is too powerful, and he deserves to be a big man in the upper class.

Too playful.

All four soldiers admired it.

After the door was closed, the woman who was slumped on the bench sat up. She didn't dare to cry anymore, she just lowered her head and didn't dare to look at anyone.

Roland looked at the corpse in the living room, walked over, and pulled the white cloth away, but Menon still had that deadpan expression on his face.

With a sigh, Roland covered the white cloth.

Then he walked up to the woman and said, "I am also very saddened by Menon's death. I would like to ask if Menon has any other family members or relatives besides your wife."

"He has his family in Dronswahshire, his father and mother, two older brothers and a younger sister."

Roland thought for a while and said, "That's it, you can take all the property here, except for the magic materials, and go home. As for how to divide the property, that's your business."

At this time, the woman's face turned pale, she rushed to Roland's side, holding Roland's legs in both hands, raised her head and cried in panic: "Sir, don't drive me back, or I will die. Menon My father will make me a figurine and bury me with Menon. Please, please, don't drive me back."

Roland was stunned: "What's going on?"

The woman immediately recounted the cause and effect.

The kingdom of Frans is very large, the south is frighteningly hot, and the north is cold all the year round.

To the west is the Desert Kingdom, and to the east are the Green Sea Islands.

In such a large territory, the customs from county to county are not the same.

There is a custom in Delonva County, where Menon is located, if the wife does not leave any children when her husband dies, she is an unqualified wife, and she must be buried with her husband and continue to give birth to her husband in hell.

Of course, this custom is not absolute, if the wife is quite powerful, or the family of the mother is quite powerful, it is possible to avoid death.

And this woman is the daughter of a businessman.

Without that energy.

Menon is dead and has no children. If there are no people with enough identity to accept her, then she will surely die.

It's no use even running away.

The Menong family was also a powerful noble family. As long as they wanted to, as long as they didn't escape from France, there was always a way to find her.

After all, some magic can be used to find people, such as small wishing.

In other words, this woman's grief is half for her husband and half for herself.

Her husband was dead, and she could hardly live.

"Beatrice, right?" Roland thought for a while and said, "I can bless you for a while, and even take you to live in the country of Hollevin, are you willing?"

Beatrice nodded vigorously.

"Then tell me about Menon's funeral." Roland looked at the corpse next to him and said, "I'll take a look at the magic information here."

"Okay." Beatrice pointed to the room on the right: "That's Menon's study, and all his materials are in it."

Roland took a slight breath and walked into the study.

This room is quite large. Although it is far from Stephanie's basement library, it also has more than a dozen bookshelves.

There were many handwritten books on it. Roland flipped through a few of them and found that the handwriting was the same.

This shows that it is the work of the same person, which should be Menon's.

Roland threw all these books into his system backpack, almost filling the backpack.

Then he took the manuscript and looked at it, and when he saw it, he was fascinated.

Menon loves to do research, so his experience is quite solid.

If the magician's experience collected by the concubine is a good "commodity", then these books are excellent "research materials", and it is easy for connoisseurs to be fascinated by it.

Roland is like that.

He observed word by word, for fear of missing a word.

Forget the time, forget the hunger.

It wasn't until Beatrice, who was too hungry to bear, knocked on the door and gently pulled LaRoland's robe sleeves, waking him up from the contents of the book.

"Well, ah!" Roland looked around and found that the scenery outside the window was a little dim, so he said, "So it's already night."

"No, it's already the next morning." Beatrice with red eyes said timidly, "You haven't moved all night."

"One night, then why didn't I find it was dark..."

Roland raised his head sharply, and found that there was an illuminating light ball above his head, which was condensed by his own magic.

He was so fascinated by it that he subconsciously released a ball of light after dark, and he didn't even know it.

Roland put the book back into the system backpack and asked, "Is the Mei family's funeral done?"

Beatrice folded her hands in front of her belly: "I have already asked someone to send it back to Dronwa in a carriage, using the hands of the mercenary guild, I can trust it."

Roland sighed, he felt that it was a pity that Menon died.

These studies are really useful.

"Then you will come with me next?" Roland looked at Beatrice.

"As long as your Excellency doesn't dislike me." Beatrice thought for a while, and said, "Your Excellency, please come with me."

The two walked to the living room, and Beatrice saw a large white bag being dragged out from under the bench, then slammed onto the table, and found it, there were a lot of gold and silver coins inside: "Your Excellency, these are Menon's property, It's all I can find, and it's all yours now."

Roland glanced over and found that there were at least hundreds of gold coins in the pile, and there should be about 200 silver coins.

This is huge.

"You are his widow, and the money is yours."

Beatrice's eyes widened: "But I'm already yours, and of course these gold coins are yours."

Um?

Roland subconsciously felt wrong, and he seemed to be trapped by Erford.