Chapter 86: Only I Am the Law Chapter 86: Fierce as a Dragon

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Timothy hesitated, saying, "What exactly does Master mean?"

"At least three sheets, preferably with a continuous supply—for example, capture those two mages who can make such scrolls."

Chen Yi said it lightly, but the three exchanged glances.

After a moment, Timothy said softly, "Master, Saipoga Principality is a member of the West Alliance. Among them, only its three core families have mages capable of copying rare scrolls. Making rare scrolls requires the copying mage to be two levels higher... thus copying Level 4 rare scrolls requires a Level 6 mage, which is already the level of a Red Robe Mage."

Red Robe Mages are between Level 6 and Level 8, but whether like Bishop Sand or ordinary Red Robes, they are extremely rare across the entire Continent.

Were it not for a Grand Mage like Timothy, the Saint Qiao Kingdom's Mage Tower would be run by Red Robe Mages.

"Is it difficult?" Chen Yi still asked.

Timothy said timidly, "Except for that accidental windfall last time, a continuous supply of rare scrolls can only come from defeating the West Alliance and forcing Saipoga Principality to submit and pay tribute."

Chen Yi didn't understand these things and didn't want to understand, asking again, "What resources do you need?"

Such a clear indication left Timothy both surprised and delighted. He calculated silently for a long while, then said with gritted teeth: "To defeat the West Alliance and force Saipoga Principality to submit, at least 70 percent of the Kingdom's high-level mages, over 50 percent of its intermediate mages, plus 300,000 elite warriors are needed. If 100,000 elite warriors and 10,000 mages are drawn from Cold Blade Fortress, then at least... at least 5 million intermediate scrolls, over 1,000 high-grade scrolls."

He had held his breath three times before giving that number.

Actually, Timothy hadn't exaggerated. Their previous battles were all defensive; the planned one was a counterattack, while Chen Yi demanded an invasion war.

The war resources required by the three were completely different.

Thanks to the Saint Qiao Kingdom's magical tradition, they had numerous low-level mages who could use scrolls to free up high-grade scrolls.

Even so, 70 percent of high-level mages barely exceeded the West Alliance's mage count; to win in one stroke, naturally several times the war preparation was needed.

And on the Northern Front and Eastern Front, only two-thirds or even half the original mage strength could be used to block possibly even more frenzied attacks—millions of scrolls would be an understatement.

Timothy, to a certain extent, surely considered the speed at which mages produce scrolls.

By then, scroll materials might have to be sent directly to the Front Line, made by mages during campaign intervals.

Chen Yi remained calm, understanding that he had thought things too simply.

Five million intermediate scrolls, at least 500 million sheets of paper to pick from—that was 5 million knives; just the weight could crush 1 million burly men.

He certainly could not agree.

When everyone's mood was slightly low, Chen Yi suddenly said: "Within two, I'll first find some high-grade scroll paper; can you get three Skill Copy Scrolls?"

"Though there are difficulties..." In Timothy's view, attempts outside of war were somewhat a matter of luck, so he dared not speak too confidently.

Chen Yi heard his concern and said directly: "Level 8 or Level 9 scrolls, over 1,000 sheets." Chen Yi had come to the Saint Qiao Kingdom no fewer than a hundred times, but the Level 8 or Level 9 scroll paper he brought amounted to only a dozen sheets.

But that didn't mean he couldn't get better paper.

Because he used to buy paper from the Paper Supermarket, and with no lack of gold coins, he just couldn't be bothered to look elsewhere.

According to Boss He's research, he was nearly certain that if the paper's ingredients were changed to specially produce a batch of high-priced pure paper pulp paper, its quality surely wouldn't be bad.

The yield of Level 9 scroll paper might be a bit lower, but small-batch production of Level 8 scroll paper was achievable.

Of course, counting the cost of raw materials, a large sum of money would have to be spent. His previous pocket money would definitely not be enough.

The three present were simply dazed.

Ten or eight high-grade scrolls might change the fate of an important battle, but several hundred or over a thousand high-grade scrolls would surely change the fate of a war.

Master could not possibly lie!

Timothy trembled, gritting his teeth: "Master, rest assured. If there are 1,000 sheets of Level 8 and Level 9 scroll paper, within three months at most, even if I have to charge into the Sepoga Grand Principality, I'll get you Skill Copy Scrolls."

A Grand Mage, cooperating with several Red Robe Mages, each holding dozens of high-level scrolls... that truly deserved to be called invincible.

Not to mention that the Sepoga Grand Principality had no Grand Mage; even if it did, under the bombardment of Level 7 and Level 8 scrolls, what was there to compete with?

Even if they hid in a capital with outstanding defenses, with just an hour or two of leisure, Level 9 scrolls could bring them disaster...

If a single-target Level 9 scroll were accidentally made, there was even a chance of instantly killing their court mages...

Suddenly, the Grand Mage Adult actually felt that war had become so simple?

Could war really be this simple?

A philosophical question began to torment the Grand Mage Adult's nerves.

Chen Yi maintained an arrogant smile, saying: "Very good."

Three months in the Saint Qiao Kingdom was less than a month on Earth—not too late.

Skill Copy Scrolls were the strongest scrolls he currently knew of, and the Europeans' attack, as well as Jin Douna's mention of the "Human Development Research Society," made him feel no small threat.

Timothy was still in a daze, and the Holy Knight bowed on his behalf: "Master, rest assured, we will certainly do our utmost."

As the two sides' exchange time lengthened, the crystal screen's translation became increasingly accurate.

After finishing the matter, the Holy Knight's training began again.

Count Lanling and the Kingdom Knights also returned to spar.

Chen Yi gritted his teeth, clutching his head, first applying oil and getting into position, waiting for the eight-foot giant bear to explain the key points of the movements.

This time, Grendel mainly taught him how to connect to the Magic Net, especially how to use the qi around him to perform simple combat techniques.

Count Lanling watched him enviously, constantly using the qi he had gathered nearby to ignite faint, nearly invisible flames, or simply wrapping qi around his fist and striking forward violently.

The qi in the Subway seemed endless; Chen Yi played to his heart's content, and his training speed increased greatly.

Grendel was somewhat puzzled, but still said nothing. The Mage Tower likewise had the function of connecting to the Magic Net, helping to release combat techniques and concentrate qi, and it wasn't complicated.

After practicing until he could skillfully concentrate the surrounding qi, Chen Yi slowly stopped and politely said: "Holy Knight Adult, I can't practice so late today; please forgive me if I leave immediately?"

"Of course." The Holy Knight and others bowed in salute.

Count Lanling couldn't help but say softly: "Master, the effect of a small amount of qi in battle is average, but it can be wrapped around any part of the body. However, used carefully in particularly vulnerable places, it can have miraculous effects."

"What do you mean?"

"The eyes, be careful using Pocket Qi around the eyes." Lanling said, coughing once, "Using it elsewhere, there's no need for too much concern."

He smiled like an old woman who had stewed arsenic-poisoned mouse meat with pufferfish.

"Any part besides the eyes?" Chen Yi looked down at his body suspiciously.

The Holy Knight Adult and the Red Robe Mages all pretended not to know.

A Kingdom Knight couldn't help but say quietly: "Minister."

He thought Chen Yi couldn't hear, but didn't know the Crystal Screen had a magnification function.

Lanling hehe'd laughing, bowed again in salute, and said loudly: "Master Zhu, may your flag open to victory, knight spirit, fierce as dragon, thousand-mile river waters surging..."

As he spoke, he also slanted his eyes to look at those Kingdom Knights.

Several senior knights had no choice but to likewise bow in salute, shouting loudly: "Master Zhu, may your flag open to victory, knight spirit, fierce as dragon, thousand-mile river waters surging..."

Chen Yi finally understood the miraculous effect of so-called small amounts of Pocket Qi, and his heart couldn't help but burn hot.

At home there's a beauty waiting in bed.

He wiped his sweat, casually selected some potions and low-grade reagents on the Crystal Screen, then left the Mage Tower with the Subway.

When he reached the Ground, it was already past three in the morning.

Chen Yi first called a Taxi, then immediately called Tang Xiongfei, asking: "The second bank, which one did you choose?"

"Just about to ask you to confirm. How about Lehman Brothers Company? They're currently the fourth largest investment bank in the United States, financing methods very comprehensive, and have certain development potential. The leverage offered now is 220 times." Tang Xiongfei used the shortest possible phrases to explain the most content, and added his own judgment and inclination, already quite having Wall Street style.

He guessed Chen Yi chose a new bank to provide more financing channels; finding a large investment bank to establish ideal credit relations was naturally best.

However, his guess was obviously not complete.

Chen Yi immediately said: "Switch to a bank with business in China."

"In China?"

"Citibank or whatever else, must be able to transfer the money over." He spoke, thought a bit, then said: "How much is today's profit?"

"About 45%, 12 million US Dollars." With total funds rising to billions, still getting 45% profit on principal, simply terrifying. This completely relied on the "Siren's" powerful calculation ability, monopolizing the New York Stock Exchange result.

If not for the existence of traditional market makers, if not for computer trading proportion still being low, the New York Stock Exchange might have applied for anti-monopoly long ago.

Compared to that, their current unease is merely unease.

The Vatican agreed to Mark's suggestion, directly ordering Stanik to kidnap Chen Yi with explicit commands, precisely for this terrifying return rate.

If it grows at this speed, after a week, after a month, Chen Yi might become one of the wealthiest people on Wall Street.

However, this is impossible.

Money-making opportunities in the market are limited after all, arbitrage behavior cannot occur endlessly, so the wealthy need to constantly invest in new fields, so companies becoming sunrise enterprises develop so rapidly...

The fund amount the "Siren" can control, at most around 10 billion. Corresponding guarantee deposit within 30 million.

And the profit the New York Stock Exchange can provide, daily also seldom exceeds 15 million.

Chen Yi subtracted this figure, said: "You keep 25 million US Dollars, give to Mellon Bank as guarantee deposit, the rest all transfer to the other bank, of which 5 million as guarantee deposit, the rest I want to use."

"Directly through Gold Source International's account? Then Mr. Chen would know, right." The Mr. Chen here was Chen Congyu.

"Just use Gold Source International's directly." Chen Yi replied indifferently.

After today's events, as long as Zhu Guangliang isn't a waste, a little investigation, at least he can find Gold Source International's information.

All information about money on Wall Street is public, inter-bank account transactions even more nowhere to hide, being known is just a matter of time — and a very short time.

Besides, after experiencing today's danger, Chen Yi also doesn't want to hide anymore, even if spending an accounting expense, sending money back Domestic for use is the proper business.

Tang Xiongfei agreed, then thought to himself: This time I misread the pulse, looks like I still need to think more.

When Chen Yi returned to Jiang University, the School Gate was still tightly locked.

He tore a Level 3 Agility Scroll, scrambling up and over the Wall, ran to H Building Complex, but saw it brightly lit.

At least five or six Police Cars parked below H Building No. 2, Chen Congyu and Fang Manyi couple both present.

It was they heard about the attack incident, rushed to visit their son, but couldn't find him anywhere, thought he was kidnapped again, so had to ask connections, sent people to help.

Going out now, besides getting a scolding, probably would also make the helpers resentful.

Chen Yi carefully bypassed the drowsy Auxiliary Police at the door, in the Elevator sent a Text Message to mom, then slipped into the Room.

Bored-asleep Jin Douna instantly startled awake, seeing it was Chen Yi relaxed, but pursed her lips not speaking.

"Thirsty, right." Chen Yi handed water to her, then unfastened the packing strap.

Jin Douna hesitated a moment, still picked up water and drank, said: "You didn't put anything in it, right."

Despite being imprisoned for so long, her tone still gentle, exotic charm undoubtedly revealed.

"Put what, interesting?" Chen Yi said, with a *zazou* sound, burrowed into the blanket.

Jin Douna cried out twice, hand subconsciously wanting to push him down, but easily blocked by Chen Yi.

Over two thousand hours of training, if can't dodge a little girl's light kick, that's truly wasting life.

Two people feet against feet, bodies rubbing together.

Chen Yi's heart bottom instantly heated up.

He used hand to block Jin Douna's wanting-to-be-intimate lips and tongue, said in low voice: "Don't make noise, my family came."

Under long eyelashes, the gaze absolutely expressing disbelief.

Chen Yi patted her head, threatened: "Make a sound again and I'll tape you up."

Right at his hand was the sealing tape, that stuff stuck on mouth, definitely wouldn't feel good.

Jin Douna glared at him once, shrinking body nodded.

Door lock sound rang out.

Chen Yi coughed once, said in a low voice, "Hide well," then picked up some nearby debris, accurately threw it at the outside door, used Pocket Qi to smash open the lock, and then said, "Come in."

Jin Douna inexplicably a wave of panic, hurriedly hid well in the blanket. She small stature, lying at Chen Yi's waist and abdomen, not looking carefully basically can't tell.

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