Chapter 163: Only My Method Chapter 163: My Dad Is the Deputy Mayor

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Yi sat silently on the subway, waiting for the moment he would arrive in the Saint Qiao Kingdom.

Just as Timothy Great Mage had predicted, in order to repay the debt of over 500 million gold coins, Master had no choice but to travel back and forth frequently. And the quantity of supplies he brought each time kept increasing.

Interest comparable to a credit card — if any mage in the Saint Qiao Kingdom had to repay it, even a Grand Mage Adult, they would be crushed by the heavy interest.

It was only Chen Yi who could borrow a Space Ring, and stubbornly repay one-fifth of it, with the repayment speed getting faster and faster — paper pulp ordered from Canada, produced in London's new factory district, West African paper on the New York City market, sorted at Boss He's paper products factory. He didn't even need to go to the two places himself to have the other party ship goods continuously. All of this constituted the main force of his repayment.

When supplies were abundant, Chen Yi would even go to the subway with a large backpack on his back and two large suitcases in hand, on top of a Space Ring filled to the brim, just like he used to do before.

Of course, such times weren't too many. No matter what kind of paper, it needed a certain degree of screening to be worth sending to Saint Qiao.

Now, every time Chen Yi went to the Saint Qiao Kingdom, the supplies he carried basically all exceeded the value of 10 million gold coins. These figures had gradually increased through day-by-day, month-by-month records.

This enormous figure was equivalent to one-third of the Saint Qiao Kingdom's tax revenue. It was as if in the era when overseas trade had just risen, goods from foreign lands always brought wealth that astonished everyone, even surpassing the wealth accumulated by the whole world over a hundred years.

The subway braked slowly.

Chen Yi kept his eyes closed, waiting for the calls of "Master" to end, before throwing out everything in his Space Ring, except the scrolls and potions he used for self-defense.

The mages hurriedly began casting Classification Technique, to appraise the value of the various supplies and sort them for delivery to the Storage Room.

There were more things now; a single mage's Classification Technique was far from enough. Usually, a Level 3 Classification Technique could solve the sorting problem for thousands of items or hundreds of kilograms of goods. But the quantity of paper was too great; one cubic meter was often the limit for an ordinary mage. Talented mages could handle relatively more, but to have a mage use up all their spell slots for the day just by casting a Level 3 spell and still have energy left was impractical, so three or four mages often had to participate.

Further away on the Ground, scrolls prepared for Master for the Saint Qiao Kingdom were stacked. Most of them were Energy Recovery Potions.

In the current Saint Qiao Kingdom, roughly one-third of mages had begun specializing in making scrolls and various potions, one-third rotated, and only one-third fought on the Battlefield.

Even so, the war situation was still overwhelmingly favorable.

When Positive Knight-level combat power could be issued two low-level scrolls each, used to defend against group magic and even enhance their own physical defense, Saint Qiao had already completely regained the bearing of a Magic Kingdom.

On the Western Front, when facing the Allied Forces led by the Saipoga Principality, unless Level 6 or higher high-level group magic could harm knights on the Battlefield, an ordinary mage had to cast a mid-level Single-target Magic to kill a single knight.

In the past, this was specifically used to attack important officers and mages.

A Level 3 mage could only cast a Level 3 spell once per day, or a Level 2 spell twice. Yet that pitiful and precious one Level 3 spell might not even kill a knight — the enemy's defensive mages had scrolls protecting their troops.

When a Fifth-Level Crimson Robe Magister cast two Level 4 spells per day, half of them might even be wasted on some knight's scroll; the anger in his heart must be like a raging fire.

And on the Eastern Front where the battle was originally not very fierce, mages equipped with high-level water and fire scrolls were simply as impregnable as battleships; the enemy's only choice was to hole up in the Port and wait for the results of the other fronts. This was no longer the main Battlefield.

The only advantage the Enemy Army could gain still came from the Barbarian Army; having survived the encirclement and suppression thousands of years ago, they naturally had extraordinary qualities. Relying on their strong bodies, when needed, their high-level Barbarian Knights could always break through the death jungle of steel and magic, thereby seizing the initiative on the Battlefield. However, tactics that once caused high casualties had become mere small measures to maintain a stalemate.

From the Mage Tower, seeing more and more Red Robes appear, one could guess Saint Qiao's Battlefield advantage was enormous.

In fact, during the not-short war, mages who had undergone the test of life and death advanced in rank at an extremely fast speed; saying it was ten times the peacetime rate would not be an exaggeration.

Timothy Grand Mage sincerely bowed his waist and held a battlefield briefing high.

The briefing's writing style was taught to them by Chen Yi. The text was also purely Simplified Chinese — the mages' wisdom was absolutely above Mensa Club members. It should be said that in the hundreds of thousands of years since the people of the Magic Continent gained civilization, the only thing that evolved and developed was their bodies — smarter brains and stronger muscles would shame ordinary people on Earth to death.

Of course, even in the Saint Qiao Kingdom, these mages who could proficiently master Chinese in one month were still one-in-a-million clever characters.

Unlike Earth's universal development, intense war and survival conditions, expensive education costs and cultivation systems, destined magic and martial arts to be the monopoly of a few — intermarriage among these Aristocrats, ever-strengthening education, made the gap between the elite class and ordinary Commoners grow larger and larger. Besides genetic mutation, Commoners basically had no chance to enter the uppermost tier. Likewise, Commoners who could enter the uppermost tier naturally provided people with fresh and distinctive genes.

Grendel, stepping to the beat, arrived before Chen Yi.

"Holy Knight Adult, I'll have to trouble you to continue."

Student Chen casually grabbed the chameleon from his shoulder, and when it landed, it began transforming into the structure of a Raptor F150 on its own.

This process needed to last about one hour; during this period, Chen Yi learned Combat Technique from the Holy Knight.

Timothy Mage maintained a smile and began copying scrolls. He now often made some low-level scrolls specifically for Chen Yi's use. Grand Mage Adult had even specially researched several low-level scroll production methods, thereby simplifying steps and improving effects. Aside from a few maverick mages, few high-level mages devoted full attention to researching low-level spells anymore.

Another briefing was sent up from the bottom of the Mage Tower.

Timothy was quite delighted after seeing it; waiting for a break while Chen Yi rested, he smiled and said: "Master, we caught two family members of the Saipoga Principality."

"Ones who can make Skill Copying Scrolls?"

"Correct."

Chen Yi instantly beamed and said: "Treat them to good food and drink, see how many scrolls they can produce."

"One per month is definitely no problem." Timothy smiled as well.

"One per person?"

Timothy sniffled and said: "One a month might be a bit difficult."

"Anyway, you watch." Chen Yi waved his hand smiling; his Space Ring still had two Skill Copy Scrolls, which he kept for escape.

With these two scrolls, as long as it was a Level 4 mage or below, they could copy their skills and burst out 160% capability, turning defeat into victory. He reckoned on Earth there shouldn't be any existence above Kingdom Knight either.

If there were more Skill Copy Scrolls, the ones currently in hand would dare to be used with peace of mind and boldness.

"Do it well." Chen Yi nodded in praise.

After a while, the little lizard finished transforming into the Raptor, made a "putt-putt" sound from its exhaust pipe, and said: "I'm ready."

The subway's space had long since expanded over 10 times; it determined its own size based on the size of the members inside.

Holy Knight Adult then sat in a magic-powered small car, looking like a mini SUV, driven by a Magic Array. His Long Spear was racked above the Car Mirror, also a Magic Spear with controllable length, longest twenty-two meters for combat on Earth Dragons, shortest four meters for combat on "Shen"-type small riding animals.

Now he was using a six-meter length.

Chen Yi likewise racked his Long Spear on the Car Mirror; only when the Long Spear needed to fight outside the body would he grab it with his hand; normally he mainly controlled the Phantom Dragon to operate. This situation required good communication with the Mount; a smart Sub-Dragon was very suitable at this time.

"Let's begin." The Holy Knight's words had just fallen when his magic car shot out, its power not the least bit weaker than the Raptor's 5.4L displacement.

After a thoroughly refreshing night of training, Chen Yi faintly felt he had improved again.

Combat Level 2 mainly trained technique; physical quality improvement was actually second. For Chen Yi, the strength to lift the Raptor's front end was already high enough; the drive that kept him learning nonstop was more curiosity about advanced Combat Technique.

Walking out of the Subway Station, Chen Yi pinched the Bilophosaurus and slowly jogged toward the School. In this full-body exercise, he was even more capable than a professional Athlete. The Saint Qiao Kingdom's Warriors were like Black Africa hunters chasing antelopes until they couldn't run; they had outstanding performance in endurance.

Chen Yi ran all the way to the School Gate, and at a glance saw the Jiangning Daily on that newsstand. Front page headline: Ahong absconds with funds...

"Give me a newspaper." He said as he picked it up.

It was indeed Er Ahong from Jianshe Road, leaving China with hundreds of millions in demolition funds.

Don't know what role the Luo Family played in it.

He didn't think Luo Xiaoshan's shrewd old man would let that ahong take all the money.

Chen Yi smiled faintly.

"You're also following the news about Jiangbei Demolition?" A relatively familiar voice came from behind him.

Behind him was his maternal uncle's son, with long black hair, toad sunglasses, a Zhonghua cigarette held between his left hand fingers, slowly emitting smoke. He was no easy character either.

"Fang Yu? What demolition?" Chen Yi paused his smile.

"Right here." Fang Yu extended the hand holding his cigarette and pointed at the space below the front page, which was news about the Jiangbei Demolition Construction Wharf.

Chen Yi dodged the light smoke jumping in the air and frowned, saying: "You want to get a piece of the action?"

Although Fang Yu had been mixing in society for several years, he had hardly improved at all, and he smiled without a shred of tact: "Real estate makes a lot of money; my father is the Deputy Mayor."

"Young Master Fang is mighty." The four horse aides behind him shouted in unison.

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