Mages Are Too OP (WN)-Chapter 689: He’s the Good Man

Solisa nodded gently.

It wasn’t a secret among the player community that Roland knew the teleportation magic array, and he had performed this mass teleportation.

Based on this skill alone, no one would dare to object that Roland was the number one player Mage.

“Building a teleportation magic array isn’t that hard, but it’s a pain to maintain.”

“Very costly?”

“No, it requires professionals to maintain it.” Roland explained, “You Elven Summoners are Warlocks and have elven blood, and take the way of the elven side, so it is impossible to get the help of the Goddess of Magic.”

Solisa felt a little confused. “What does this have to do with the Goddess of Magic?”

Roland then explained his deal with Mystra and concluded, “If you can set up a Church of Magic and let a few sisters in as priestesses, after a short time, a teleportation array will naturally appear, and it won’t be necessary to use professionals to maintain it.”

“Put the key to the home in someone else’s hands?” Solisa shook her head. “It’s fine, we have female Mages. You don’t mind if she studies with you for a while until she learns teleportation?”

Roland looked a little hesitant.

Solisa saw the look on his face and asked, “What’s the difficulty?”

“No, I run around a lot, and don’t have that much time to teach people.”

Solisa laughed lightly and ended up shaking her head helplessly.

The history of Roland’s rise to power had been studied by various player organizations but was thought impossible to replicate.

That so-called Magic Power Control was probably the reason why Roland could stay ahead of the other Mage players by a lot.

But no one seemed to have rolled out this ability other than Roland, even after constantly deleting their accounts and building new characters.

Among the player’s guilds, and particularly those specializing in bugs or inside knowledge, the number of new characters they deleted trying to get this ability could probably go around the earth two or three times when connected in a line. And after Roland got power, other than the time spent studying magic, he ran around the entire world non-stop, messing things up.

The more he messed things up, the stronger he became.

He was so busy that he couldn’t even teach the magic apprentices in Delpon, dumping the task of teaching on Vincent and Douglas.

Besides, both Vincent and Douglas were self-taught, and throwing a female Mage over for them to teach would be a difficult task for

them.

“What, then?” said Solisa glumly. “We don’t believe in gods.”

In reality, since the alliance of the gods, most players didn’t trust the gods; the cooperation between the Association of Mages and the Goddess of Magic was more like a deal.

It was normal for Solisa to have that thought.

“Then I will build the magic array for you first, and the tips on how to maintain it will be written in a small booklet. Whether your friend understands it depends on her talent,” Roland said after some thought.

“Thank you, and please write the maintenance tips in an easy-to-understand way.” Solisa slapped her head. “It’s so irritating that our people, who all go for the easy game path, end up needing to ask outsiders to do things.”

Elven Summoners automatically learned spells as long as they leveled up and specialization options automatically appeared.

They had comprehensive combat and support abilities and were the rulers of the battlefield in a group However… the power was not theirs; it was temporarily loaned to them by the system.

Roland, even without the system, could cast spells just as well back in the real world. He was just limited by the fact that there were few magical elements in reality and he wasn’t as powerful.

The system couldn’t take away these abilities and this knowledge.

Roland chuckled.

Honestly, Warlock was the easiest of all professions, but it also had the least that could be learned.

After the Warrior profession came out to the real world, even though the physical quality wasn’t good and far from the game, with the combat experience from the game, it wasn’t a problem to take down a dozen adults at the same time with a random weapon. Archers and Thieves had good combat abilities and even better long-range abilities, and now they even dared to challenge Olympic shooters.

Thieves in particular were more than enough to be the king of thieves in reality.

Even Priests, who learned spells automatically as Warlocks did, were extremely focused because they often had to sense the power of the gods in a meditative state and solidify their faith.

Normal people would get tired of reading after an hour, while Priests could read for fifteen hours without taking a sip of water until their bodies were about to collapse. Of course, very few Priests would do this in reality.

As for the Mages, no one but Roland could cast spells in reality, but the way of thinking they learned in-game developed a habit of self-learning and self-study, which was something that benefited them for life.

Seeing Roland smile and not say anything, Solisa sighed and asked, “How much does it cost to help us build a magic array?” “No money, and it won’t cost you much.” Roland waved his hand. “You guys wanting to stay deep in the woods more or less has to do with me.”

Solisa froze for a moment, then smiled gently and said, “Thank you.”

In reality, building a magic array would start at least at twenty gold coins, and that was just the money for the magic materials, not counting Roland’s crafting fees.

But Roland wasn’t short of this money now. “Our summoning Magic Tower will be built in this location.” Solisa handed a map to Roland. “Whenever you’re free, go over there yourself. I have a piece of land specifically reserved for placing the magic array, so when you arrive, just confirm with the construction crew.”

“Okay.” Roland put the map away. “I’ll be at your place in three days to get this done.”

“Thanks.” Solisa waved her hand at Roland and walked away.

Sighing slightly, Roland knew that if the Phoenix Guild’s policy remained unchanged, they would slowly fade out of the game’s mainstream circle in the future.

But it could also be seen that the girls didn’t have any intention to compete.

Then, Roland went back to Delpon and picked up the materials to make the magic array.

At the manor, he saw Lady Bluebird and the mayor’s wife and daughter having afternoon tea.

When they saw Roland, all three rose and nodded in greeting.

Roland walked over and asked, “Mrs. Betty, do you have plans to go home yet?” “Not yet.” Lady Bluebird shook her head, smiling with a light affection. “Life here is good, and there are compatible friends. Does it bother you that I’m here?”

“That’s not it.” Roland shook his head. “You can stay here as long as you want. Just let me know when you get tired of it; Teleportation is

quick.”

Lady Bluebird slightly pulled her skirt to curtsy in gratitude, and the two white, large northern hemispheres were imprinted into Roland’s eyes.

At this time, the mayor’s wife next to her wanted to say something but stopped.

Seeing this, Roland asked, “Mayoress, may I ask what is troubling you?”

“I heard a rumor. I don’t know if it’s true, and it has something to do with us all.” The mayoress spoke with a hesitant expression. Roland didn’t care too much, but out of politeness, he still said, “Please speak.”

“It’s about my husband.” The mayoress looked at Roland’s expression with some concern.

Roland was slightly surprised.

John Senior, the original mayor of Delpon, had been cut in two, and his body had been sewn together and buried on a hill outside the city.

It’s been almost four years since he died. Did something happen again? Did he have a lover or a posthumous child or something?

“Someone said to me yesterday that they saw my husband’s figure outside the outskirts of the city. It wasn’t very clear.” The mayoress’s body trembled slightly. “Then I got someone to look, and my husband’s grave had been dug up. His body was nowhere to be found.”

Oh? Roland was a little surprised.

Someone used necromancy and stole John Senior’s body? Was it John Junior who did it?

Looking at Roland in thought, the mayoress waited a moment before she whispered, “I heard that after the dead are resurrected, they seek out their kin and kill them, making them new undead to stay with them forever.”

This rumor wasn’t misinformation; there was a magical basis for it.

After the dead were magically resurrected, even without a soul, the instincts of the body still allowed them to remember many things; they just weren’t able to think. They would remember where their home was and how to get there. It was even possible to recognize their loved ones.

But the undead, as creatures of darkness, had the instinct to attack living things, and one of the highest priorities.

So… if the dead did become undead, it was indeed possible that they would go after their loved ones and kill them.

But if all their flesh and blood were gone and only the bones remained, there wouldn’t be so much trouble.

Skeleton soldiers were the lowest class of undead soldiers and didn’t have any living memory to speak of.

“You can live here for as long as you want, as Mrs. Betty does.”

Listening to the mayoress, Roland understood what she was having trouble saying. She was afraid that her husband would return to take her and her daughter’s lives and wanted to live in the safest place in the city.

However, Roland was her husband’s killer and had taken the city away from them, leaving them, the John family, with only a noble status and a decent life to get by.

But… she really didn’t hate Roland, neither her nor her daughter.

At least Roland secured their lives.

They could live their lives decently and in peace. As the widow of a loser in a political struggle, it was extremely merciful to receive such treatment.

“Thank you, Mr. Roland.” The mayoress bowed her head slightly and smiled softly.

Her daughter, too, happily curtsied.

Roland then left the manor.

The three women watched Roland’s back disappear before they sat back down at the table and leisurely drank afternoon tea.

The expressions of the mayoress and her daughter clearly relaxed.

“That’s a real man, a real gentleman,” said Lady Bluebird, blushing slightly.

The mayoress looked at her face. “Mrs. Betty, do you have such thoughts about him?”

“So what if I do?” Lady Bluebird sighed. “He only has Lady Anna and Lady Vivian in his eyes, even the First Princess hasn’t made it into his eyes…”

Her expression was quite sultry. The mayoress laughed lightly. That’s true. We come here often as mother and daughter and often spend the night here, and he hasn’t even touched us a bit. If it were any other noble, he would have been bragging about having a mother and a daughter at the banquet. There really are good men like in the knight novels. Unbelievable.”

Roland didn’t know that the three women were talking about him. He had now arrived at the mayor’s mansion in Delpon.