Mages Are Too OP-Novel2

Chapter 631 Don’t Lie to Me

As the latest expansion, the Realm of Devils Expedition was now the hottest thing among players.

All the players were preparing for this event.

Many guilds had already started to mobilize their manpower and resources and set out for Sisilia.

The players who had already arrived there had taken it upon themselves to level the dragon’s lair and make a huge platform, making the portal open air. Some eager guilds even sent scouts into the Realm of Devils.

But none of these scouts had much strength, and they were taken out before they could get very far.

They hadn’t even seen a glimpse of the enemy.

The scouts who were stronger didn’t go in.

At higher levels, they began to fear death.

After all, they would lose too much EXP if they died and couldn’t make it up in a month or two.

So, not too many people were entering the portal for now.

Instead, one or two fiery imps would occasionally jump out over there.

The kind with a dog’s head, about half a meter tall, walking upright and with flames on its tail.

This thing was seen from time to time in the human world, as Warlocks could often summon it.

Unlike summoning a succubus, the fiery imp was so weak that it didn’t take much magic power to summon it across the realms, and this thing also made for excellent cannon fodder. Another one could be recruited when the previous died.

It wouldn’t be as heartbreaking as a succubus’s death.

These fiery imps were captured and tortured as soon as they appeared.

This thing was somewhat intelligent, roughly equivalent to a six- or seven-year-old human child.

They also had their own language.

...Only to find out, upon interrogation, that these fiery imps, all wandering aimlessly or in search of food, had come over when they saw this strange, glowing door.

As for other information, like the number of cities in the Realm of Devils, the layout, the system, and things like that, they were completely ignorant of.

So now the situation was delicate. While more and more players were gathering near the portal, none of the guilds were actively entering the portal.

They were all waiting for the real “hero” to show up.

And due to this situation, the members of F6 weren’t in a hurry.

There were just seven of them in the guild, and Betta was still sitting in Wetlands City; after all, he was the mayor and couldn’t run around, so there were only six of them who could go to the Realm of Devils right now.

Although Roland and Shuck were both quite strong, a small guild of six people, taking the vanguard to scout... Should this be taken as overt self-consciousness or an overestimation of their abilities and an attempt to seek fame?

“Tell us about the Realm of Devils Expedition.” Schuck looked at Roland.

The others looked at Roland as well.

“We’re in no hurry, so we’ll wait,” Roland said, after some thought.

“Wait until when?” “Wait until I improve the magic spider again.” Roland smiled. “It will take about four days.”

The F6 members nodded and agreed to Roland’s suggestion.

They were extremely confident and trusting of Roland.

When he got home, Roland went on the forums to look up some information about the game and found that he had received a system message. When he opened it, he found that it was an explanation of the royalties for the figurine’s portrait.

Officially, for every figurine sold, Roland could get five yuan. The payment would be settled every month until the sales of the figurines were taken off the shelves. How many copies did Schuck just say had sold?

The corners of Roland’s mouth curved up unconsciously.

Awesome, really awesome!

Keep buying the figurines!

This kind of thing where he could whip up a ton of money without having to work hard and put in any effort... was just too awesome. action

Keep it coming

Roland happily showered and then entered the game. He then went to the Red Magic Tower. Improving the magic spiders required new thinking and techniques, but there were some key areas that Roland still didn’t understand. So he intended to ask the Great Elder Alfred.

Alfred had been quite happy these days. On the surface, they only got resources worth about ten thousand gold coins from the Spatial Magic Tower. But there were far, far too many hidden resources.

Receiving the new area for growing magical materials, the Mages of the Spatial Magic Tower were pulled over.

It also established a higher prestige and status for the Red Magic Tower.

And all of this was indirectly made possible by Roland.

So he was delighted and pleased whenever he saw Roland.

It felt like his investment in him had paid off in a big way.

That was all the more reason to want to facilitate the relationship between Roland and the First Princess Stephanie.

He planned to set him up with the extremely beautiful, young, married noblewomen in the capital—this was what Roland was into.

Looking at the smiling Great Elder, Roland knew that he had a good opinion of him and the Great Elder’s smile was genuine, but for some reason, Roland always felt that the Great Elder’s smile seemed to carry something that annoyed him considerably.

But when he looked more closely, the Great Elder’s smile was quite sincere.

Was he hallucinating?

“Great Elder, I’ve come to ask for guidance this time.” Roland actively explained his question.

“Have a seat.” After listening to Roland’s question, the Great Elder thought for a while and asked rhetorically, “Why don’t you try Lesser Benediction and the magic spider spell in conjunction?”

“Hmm?” Roland was a bit puzzled.

Alfred explained, “I’ve noticed that you have a good habit of trying to enhance certain spells to achieve a multi-functional effect. But, this actually has the downside of being a bit of a waste of time, and since you know Lesser Benediction, you can simply use it and wish for the next spell to have certain effects.”

“But the problem is that... Lesser Benediction has negative effects.”

Alford nodded. “That’s a real problem, but I’ve personally tested it, and Lesser Benediction doesn’t have a significant negative effect when used for spellcasting effects. It’s quite negligible.”

“Really?” Roland was a little surprised. “The book describing Lesser Benediction doesn’t say anything about it.”

“Of course not. This is a small discovery of mine that I didn’t make public.”

The implication was that Roland was so highly regarded by him that he put that little trick out there.

This kind of tip was, oftentimes, the key that determined how strong and powerful a Mage was.

Roland had never thought that Lesser Benediction could also be used for spell effects.

After all, he was not a saint of all things... even Zhuge Kongming made mistakes, let alone him, an ordinary person.

It was normal not to consider everything or to miss certain things.

Roland thought for a moment, and from his Backpack, he took out the spell model of the magic spider and put it on the table.

“Thank you, Great Elder. This is a spell I created myself some time ago, I hope it will be useful to you.”

This was Roland’s self-effacement.

In reality, a “positional eye” that was mobile, with great concealment capabilities at that, was what everyone wanted.

The Great Elder took the drawing and only looked at it for a moment before his eyes brightened.

“Good stuff.” Alfred slapped the table heavily with his right hand. “With this, it’ll be harder for those damn Assassins and killers to get near us, and it’s extremely useful for exploring new areas. Roland, you don’t mind if I make this spell one of the core spells of the Red Magic Tower, do you?”

Mages hated Assassins the most.

There were only a thousand days to be a thief, not a thousand days to prevent a thief.

And even if you had trigger-based counter defense spells from head to toe, a single gold-coated spellbreaking sword could disable most trigger-based spells.

But with this spell, the chances of a Mage being assassinated would drop by at least ten percent.

“Since it was given to the Great Elder, you can do whatever you want with it.”

Hearing this, the Great Elder then felt that Roland was more pleasing to the eye-what a good student, what an understanding child. If the students of this Magic Tower were of such character, there was no need for other Magic Towers!

Unfortunately, a student like that might not come along in a hundred years.

“Don’t worry, I won’t ask for your spell models for nothing.” The Great Elder smiled and said, “I now announce that you have graduated. Also, you now have the qualification as the Red Magic Tower’s mentor in training. After you stay here for five years, you can be promoted to a full mentor. In the meantime, the resources of the Magic Tower will be even more accessible to you.”

I graduated?

Roland froze, but then he was also quite happy; after all, with more magic resources at hand, his magic experiments would be better able to get underway.

He didn’t expect to get such a great deal by giving away a spell model.

Leaving the council chamber, Roland returned to the estate.

Marilyn, who had been sleeping on the grass, immediately pricked her ears. The cute little white cat rushed out of the estate and ran over to Roland, circling him excitedly while rubbing her head against his robe.

Well... she’s becoming more and more like a cat.

Roland crouched down and gently massaged Marilyn’s cat ears with his right hand. She was immobilized by his touch and fell straight to the ground, a purr coming from her chest.

Her eyes were half-open.

After petting for a short while, Roland asked, “Marilyn, would you like to live in another city?”

Hearing this, Marilyn opened her eyes in shock and even jumped back a distance as she panicked a little. “Roland, I don’t want to go, I don’t want to leave. Don’t drive me away.”

“I am not driving you away.” Roland explained, “I have a home elsewhere and will be living here very little from now on, and you have not seen me for some time.”

“Oh...” Marilyn’s ears drooped.

“Your good friend, Maromatha, also lives in that city. I have a property there as well, which is unoccupied for the time being. Will you look after it for me?” Roland enticed her. “Besides, there are many of your people and friends there. It should be a pleasure to live there.”

“Really?” asked Marilyn, a heartfelt look in her eyes.

“Really.” Roland took Marilyn’s tiny, soft, fleshy palm. “I’ll take you to stay over for a few days first, and if you’re not happy with it and can’t get used to it, I’ll send you back,

okay?”

Cats weren’t fond of changing their living environment.

Especially a semi-wild werecat like Marilyn who had been insecure before and now had a good “home.”

But she was more willing to believe in Roland’s words.

After a moment of thought, she nodded. “Master, don’t lie to me... I’ll be very mad.”

She had a timid look on her face, like a little girl about to be abandoned.