From Wild Mage to Wizard King

Just when Roland was silently thinking whether they were really stupid, or if they had some trump cards and were confident enough to threaten a second-level spellcaster, a group of people from behind finally walked up to Roland.

"Beauty, why are you following a poor guy like this who seems to be unable to afford anything? Why don't you come with me?"

Come on, come on, it’s so typical.

Hearing this, Roland couldn't hold himself any longer.

However, looking at the girl standing in front of him, looking at him provocatively, Roland realized that something was not quite right.

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Roland blinked, unable to turn his head.

He looked at the clothes he and Hela were wearing today. Yes, it was the foreign trade version of the Elf Mage suit given to them by the Elf Ambassador.

This is an elf export, high-end goods that even those with money may not be able to buy.

And what about them? Although their clothes are quite gorgeous, they are just ordinary clothes. Apart from being beautiful, they have no function. They don't even have a better robe. Who can say they are poor?

Roland was numb.

He was now certain that what they encountered was definitely a descendant of a noble family who was uneducated and unskilled, and who was not valued by their family or school.

Even if they can't sense other people's strength, they can't even recognize the famous elf robes they wear. What on earth did they learn in the school? No wonder there isn't a single level one spell caster.

After hearing what the girl said, the other wild mages in the shop also looked at these noble heirs with schadenfreude.

They are not fools. Wild mages just have limited access to extraordinary knowledge and have relatively few knowledge and spell models.

At least, they still understand the basic and public knowledge.

Therefore, all the wild mages present could basically sense that Roland's strength was extraordinary, either at the second or third level.

In addition, they also know the existence of elven robes. Elves sell extraordinary equipment openly. There is a shop not far next door. As long as you have money, you can buy it. Basically any wild mage will be eager to buy such a set of mage. equipment.

Although the robes worn by Roland and Hela were a bit unfamiliar and had never been seen before, they could still understand the elf marks on them.

The most important point is that Roland and Hela are too young. Even in their teens, they are stronger than them.

Based on the information they saw, Roland and Hela were definitely not ordinary wild mages. Maybe they were elites from some school who passed by Port City and replenished some low-end spellcasting materials, or maybe they were direct disciples of some great mage who came out. I'm running errands for the teacher.

Although their speculations were varied, one thing they were sure of was that these arrogant and rude aristocratic scions had finally hit the wall.

Roland sighed and released his magic power with an expressionless expression.

The magic power that had reached the limit of the second ring was controlled by Roland and accurately pressed on the noble heir who came to stir up trouble.

Under the suppression of the magic power, all the descendants of the nobles present seemed to be stared at by some wild beast. Their bodies froze and they did not dare to move at all.

Looking at them, Roland said coldly.

"roll."

Then, Roland released his suppression.

As soon as the suppression was released, more than two-thirds of the noble heirs were frightened and sat down on the floor, looking at Roland in fear.

And the few noble heirs who could barely stand basically did not dare to look at Roland anymore, and they lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.

However, some of these people are still tough-mouthed.

A male noble stretched out his legs, pointed his right finger at Roland, and shouted.

"We are nobles, how dare you"

Before he could finish his words, Roland directly interfered with his mind, causing him to faint and fall to the ground, and he shut up immediately.

Roland didn't even bother to look at them and asked directly to the waiter on the side.

"Are my things ready?"

"I'll urge you."

The waiter responded and quickly ran into the store.

After he ran into the store, in less than a minute, several waiters came out carrying two boxes.

"Dear Spellcaster, here are all the materials you ordered."

The waiter placed two large boxes in front of Roland. The waiter who had previously taken Roland's order spoke respectfully to Roland.

Roland nodded slightly and placed his right hand on the box, preparing to open it for inspection.

The simple magic circle on the box was easily opened by Roland.

Roland didn't completely open the box, he just made a crack and used his mental power to confirm whether the quality and quantity of the extraordinary materials inside were in line with the order.

After all, the store Roland chose this time is a well-known old store with relatively good products and services. There was no case of inferior goods or shortages.

Roland closed the box and used the magic circle to seal the box again to prevent the elements from leaking out.

After closing the box, Roland looked at the waiter and asked.

"How much."

The waiter smiled slightly and said.

"Two thousand two hundred gold coins."

After hearing this number, in the shop, several wild mages who had been paying attention shook their hands slightly and almost threw away the things in their hands.

“Reasonable price.”

Roland nodded in response, then waved his right hand and took out 2,200 gold coins from the stack of space rings.

In the blink of an eye, two thousand two hundred gold coins appeared on the counter.

Several waiters quickly walked over, took out several large money bags, and quickly counted the number of gold coins.

In less than a minute, the number of gold coins was counted.

After the waiter finished counting, Roland also moved the two boxes on the ground directly into the space ring, and pulled Hela out of the shop.

"Welcome to visit next time."

The waiter sent Roland and Hela to the door and shouted with a smile on his face.

Then, he turned back to the shop.

"Owner, what about them?"

After he came back, a waiter came over and whispered in his ear.

Looking at the group of noble heirs lying on the ground, he also felt a little annoyed.

A group of poor guys, who couldn't even drop gold coins, often affected the normal operation of the shop and drove away many customers.

If they were not the descendants of the local nobles of the port city, and it was not easy to offend them, he would have driven them out long ago.

What he hated most was these noble wastes who used a lot of resources and were still apprentices of mages. If he had so many resources, he would have become a formal first-ring spellcaster long ago.

If it wasn't for earning resources for promotion, how could he leave the Tower of Truth and come to this broken place to work?

Humph, a few apprentice mages from a small school dare to be so arrogant, they have hit a wall now.

Although he was very disdainful of them in his heart, he pretended well on the surface and said helplessly.

"What else can we do? Send someone to notify their family to come and take them away. Oh, by the way, send a few copies of the photo stone. Their fainting has nothing to do with us."