Chapter 28: Small-time Villain
Just as Roland was silently thinking, whether they were really stupid or had some trump card that allowed them to have the confidence to threaten a second-ring spellcaster, the group of people behind him finally walked up to Roland.

"Beauty, why are you following this poor guy who can't afford anything? Why don't you just follow me?"

Here it comes, it’s so classic.

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

However, looking at the girl standing in front of him and looking at him provocatively, Roland realized that something seemed a little wrong.

Ah I.

Roland blinked, his mind a little confused.

He looked at the clothes he and Hela were wearing today. Yes, it was the export version of the elven wizard suit given to them by the elven ambassador.

This is the export of the elves, a high-end product that you may not be able to buy even if you have money.

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

Roland was numb.

He was now certain of one thing: the person they encountered was definitely an uneducated and unlearned nobleman who was not valued by his family or school.

Not only can they not 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 is not a single first-level spellcaster.

After hearing the girl's words, the other wild wizards in the shop looked at these noble descendants with gloating eyes.

They are not fools. Wild mages just have limited access to extraordinary knowledge, and can master fewer knowledge and spell models.

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

Therefore, most of the wild mages present could sense that Roland was extremely powerful, either at the second or third ring.

In addition, they also knew about the existence of the elven robes. The elves sold extraordinary equipment openly. There was a store not far away. As long as you had money, you could buy it. Basically, any wild mage would be eager to buy such a set of mage equipment.

Although the robes on Roland and Hela were a little unfamiliar and they had never seen them before, they could still understand the elven markings on them.

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

Based on the information they had seen, Roland and Hela were definitely not ordinary wild mages. They might be elites from some school passing through the port city and just replenishing some low-end spellcasting materials. Or they might be the direct disciples of some great wizard, running errands for their teacher.

Although their guesses were varied, they were certain of one thing: these arrogant and disrespectful descendants of nobles had finally hit a wall.

Roland sighed and released his magic power expressionlessly.

Under Roland's control, the magic power that had reached the limit of the second ring was accurately pressed on the noble heir who came to cause trouble.

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

Looking at them, Roland said coldly.

"roll."

Then, Roland released his control.

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

The few noble heirs who could still stand basically didn't dare to look Roland in the eye. They all lowered their heads and dared not speak.

However, some of these people still remain stubborn.

A male noble shook his legs, pointed at Roland with his right finger, and shouted.

"We are nobles, how dare you..."

Before he could finish his words, Roland used mental interference to make him faint and fall to the ground, shutting him up.

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

"Are my things ready?"

"I'll go and urge them." The waiter responded and ran into the store.

Less than a minute after he ran into the store, 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, and the waiter who had taken Roland's order earlier said to him respectfully.

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

Roland easily opened the simple magic circle on the box.

Roland did not open the box completely, but just made a crack and used his mental power to confirm whether the quality and quantity of the extraordinary materials inside matched the order.

After all, the store Roland chose this time was a famous old store with relatively good products and services. There was no case of selling inferior goods or short weight.

Roland closed the box and sealed it with a magic circle to prevent the elements from leaking out.

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

"How much."

The waiter smiled and said.

"Two thousand two hundred gold coins."

After hearing this number, several wild mages who had been paying attention to this side in the shop trembled slightly and almost dropped the things in their hands.

"reasonable price."

Roland nodded in response, then waved his right hand and took out two thousand two hundred gold coins from the pile of gold coins in the space ring.

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

Several waiters hurried 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 the inventory, Roland moved the two boxes on the ground directly into the space ring and pulled Hela out of the store.

“Welcome to visit us next time.”

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

Then he turned and went back into the shop.

"Shopkeeper, what should they do?"

After he came back, a waiter came over and asked in a low voice in his ear.

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

A bunch of poor guys who can't even get any gold coins and often affect the normal operation of the store and drive away many customers.

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

What he hated most were those useless nobles who spent a lot of resources but still became mage apprentices. If he had so many resources, he would have become a formal first-level spellcaster long ago.

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

Humph, a few small school mage apprentices dare to be so arrogant, now they have met a wall.

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 over. Their fainting has nothing to do with us."

(End of this chapter)