Roland was a top student in school, but that didn't mean he was a completely good boy.
He and his childhood friends had been playing together since they were young. The more people there were, the more trouble there was. The six of them had fought a few matches with other children when they were young and became the overlords of the neighborhood. When they grew up and went to elementary school, they were invincible. Then when they went to junior high school, they also fought a few times with those hooligans.
As for high school … they fought a few big ones. In fact, except for Roland and Schuck, the other four had major demerits, but later in the second semester of their senior year, the school cleared them of their demerits.
Generally speaking, as long as they didn't go too far and wrote a letter of repentance, the school generally wouldn't let their students leave a stain on their record.
Roland had fought a lot of gang fights growing up, so he wasn't the kind of person who was particularly tolerant.
It was just that as he grew older, he became more and more able to control his impulses.
If someone dared to speak so arrogantly in front of Roland in high school, or even in his freshman or sophomore year, he wouldn't have waited at all — he would just roll up his sleeves and hit them.
But now he wasn't in a hurry. After coming out into society, he still had basic patience.
"First of all, this is a branch, not your headquarters." Roland smiled and said, "It's a remote little place, the king can't control it, and your headquarters can't control it either."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the people below changed drastically.
"How did Aldo teach this lowly person …"
The magic apprentice who had just insulted him reached out and pointed at Roland, shouting angrily.
Then Roland waved his hand in the air, and a giant blue hand appeared out of thin air, sweeping the man aside and knocking him against the wall, making him unconscious.
"Chairman Aldo is an official Mage, and an Elite one at that. Isn't it too much for a magic apprentice like you to call him a lowly person? "
Although Roland's face was facing the unconscious magic apprentice, the people below knew that he was talking to all of them.
After a brief silence, the expressions of the people below changed drastically. The magic apprentices looked at their companions in the corner and stepped forward indignantly. Their mental power surged and they were about to attack, but another Hand of Magic appeared in the air.
The two huge Hands of Magic were so large that they seemed to be able to pinch them all in their hands.
All of a sudden, they didn't dare to move.
At this moment, the young man at the front suddenly smiled. "You must be Mr. Roland. Your Hand of Magic is truly well-practiced. It's a pleasure to meet you. “
Seeing this young man speak, the others suppressed their murderous expressions, but the ruthlessness still hung on their faces.
Roland looked at him and asked, "May I know who you are?"
At this moment, Roland was still high up on the stairs, looking down at them with a sense of superiority.
During a negotiation or confrontation, the one who occupied the higher ground would have an invisible pressure.
The young man naturally noticed this, which made him very uncomfortable. However, he had no choice but to take a deep breath and say unhappily, "High and mighty. Is this how you treat your guests?"
"Knocking on the host's door, is this the attitude of a guest?" Roland chuckled. "Come on up. Since you're acting like unwelcome guests, don't expect me to be nice to you."
His words were so blunt that the expressions of the others turned ugly.
If these people were in the Royal City or the headquarters, they would be more restrained.
But this was Delpon, which was just a countryside to them, and this was a branch, so what if they were a little arrogant?
It wasn't like they hadn't been to other branches before, and they were treated like lords at that time.
But now that they had been slapped in the face, they were extremely displeased.
Besides, this branch was Aldo's Magic Tower, which was regarded as a joke in the headquarters. Before they set off, they came with a sense of superiority and a mentality of mockery.
But they didn't expect to be given a severe warning as soon as they entered the door.
After Roland went up to the second floor, a few magic apprentices walked behind the two young men, their faces full of displeasure.
"Mr. Bard, why did you let that guy go? He's just an ordinary acting branch president."
"That's right, Mr. Bard. Why should we be afraid of him when there are so many of us?"
The young man named Bard smacked his lips, his face full of resentment. "I'm really afraid. When he used Hand of Magic just now, the mental waves that surged out clearly showed that he's already an official Mage, and I estimate that he's close to the Elite level."
A young man who also looked like a noble next to him frowned and said, "Aldo is also an Elite Mage, but he was still turned into a dog by us. Now he doesn't even dare to show up in front of us. This brat is just a branch president, and he dares to be rude to us? "
"Isn't he daring? He even knocked our people unconscious. If Aldo didn't lie, it's normal for this man to be arrogant after turning a level-zero trick into a level-two spell. " On Bard's young face, a shrewd expression unexpectedly appeared in his eyes at this moment. "We don't know what he's relying on right now, so it's better to be patient for now."
The young man next to him thought and nodded in agreement.
The other magic apprentices, on the other hand, looked displeased. They just didn't dare to disobey Bard.
Two of them went to pick up the magic apprentice who had been knocked out. Then, Bard looked at the Magic Tower, chuckled, and said, "I'll go talk to him directly. You guys spread out in the Magic Tower and see if there's anyone else. Find a way to rope them over to our side. Tell them that if they cooperate, we'll remember them. "
They nodded, threw the fainted magic apprentice to the ground, and then dispersed.
Bard, on the other hand, went up the stairs.
There was no one on the second floor, no one on the third floor, and no one on the fourth floor … At this moment, Bard began to feel restless. Finally, on the fifth floor, he saw Roland standing by the stairs.
Catching his breath, he looked around and discovered that this was a magic laboratory.
There was no host, no banquet, not to mention beautiful women and singing and dancing.
This made Bard very uncomfortable. As a noble, without banquets and beautiful women by his side, he felt that half of the meaning of his life had been lost.
However, the current situation didn't allow him to think about these things.
"Sir, why are you waiting for me here?" asked Bard, frowning.
Roland, on the other hand, asked curiously, "Aren't you here to verify if I invented the derivative spell of Hand of Magic? Naturally, I have to demonstrate it to you a few times. "
Bard took a deep breath. "Sir, do you really not understand, or are you pretending not to understand? We came all the way from the capital, and not only did you not welcome us or let us rest, but you also started the test directly. What do you mean by this? You want to drive us away quickly? Judging from your appearance, you're also a noble, so you should know the basic etiquette. "
In response to Bard's accusation, Roland chuckled and said mockingly, "We believe in kindness for kindness, and a tooth for a tooth. You came in and tried to treat me like a dog, so of course I didn't treat you as humans. "
Bard had never been insulted by his peers like this before. He was stunned for a moment.
In the capital, even the descendants of great nobles paid attention to appearances. If they really wanted to harm someone, they would do it in secret.
As expected of a crude and barbaric rural town.
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