Chapter 6: Founding a new concept (This chapter is free)

Frank was a stubborn person, but not a narrow-minded person. So after witnessing An Ruoran's destructive power, the captain of the guard immediately smiled and welcomed the newly joined companions - although at this time, Maud was still carefully pieced together the target fragments, intending to let his dear boss swallow it on the spot.

"I must admit that your strength is more than I imagined!" Frank seemed to be slapping An Ruoran's shoulder heavily, and he seemed to be slapping him to death on the spot. "Maud, you did this time... damn it, put down the fragments in your hand and prepare a residence for Mr. An first!"

"You are too polite. Actually, I don't understand martial arts, I just let it go randomly." An Ruoran answered honestly while dodging the opponent's huge palm attack. Naya sniffed in his arms, showing 100% approval of this, but Frank naturally understood this as modesty and caution.

"A very good young man, maybe worth making friends." With this idea, Frank's smile on his broad face couldn't help but widen a little. But before he could speak, the sound of footsteps from afar interrupted the conversation here - a middle-aged man with a mediocre face was strode, and his angry expression made his red nose even more red and swollen...

"Frank, you damn bastard, do you know how many gold coins you need to repair the shooting range?" Even from a distance, the middle-aged man's roar had echoed throughout the shooting range. He stared at Frank with a fire-breathing gaze and shouted loudly: "Okay, tell me who destroyed the shooting range, I swear to use him to stew potatoes!"

"This is the supervisor of our business group, Mr. Bathir." Frank shrank his neck in fear, and did not forget to introduce it to An Ruoran. The two men looked at each other, and suddenly nodded as if they were determined, and then said together: "It's Maud! Mr. Bathir, it's Maud who destroyed the shooting range..."

"Ah Yeh!" The scapegoat who was arranging a residence for An Ruoran couldn't help but shiver. But thanks to him, Frank and An Ruoran suddenly felt sympathetic and felt more and more pleasing to each other. Bathil looked at them suspiciously, and finally snorted coldly, saying in a deep voice: "It's really Maud... Forget it, don't worry about this matter for the time being! Frank, you bring this gentleman here, the master wants to invite him to have afternoon tea."

Frank was stunned for a moment, turned to look at the new friend beside him, as if he wanted to ask what he meant. An Ruoran smiled and said slightly, "The master you are talking about should be the head of the business group! Since he is the boss who pays me, how could we worker refuse?"

What he said was very interesting. Even Bathir, who was originally angry, couldn't help but smile when he heard this. The three of them said that after walking along the small path in the camp for a few minutes, they arrived at a light blue camp tent. Bathir gently lifted the curtain and politely invited An Ruoran into it.

"You are so polite, I can do it myself!" An Ruoran hurriedly bowed and returned the favor, but at this moment, out of curiosity, he used his soul eye a little. Two seconds later, An Ruoran was suddenly shocked by his discovery - what did he discover? Mr. Bathir, who looked very mediocre and a little philistine, had a green soul fire floating above his head...

"Super level? This man is actually a super-level strongman?" Looking at Bathil who was smiling, An Ruoran couldn't help but shudder. If a mere supervisor had a super-level level, then what kind of terrifying strength would the master hidden behind him have? You must know that there are no more than 200 super-level strongmen in this continent, and what ability does a chamber of commerce have to support such strongmen?

As he thought of this, he couldn't help but put a little underestimation, but walked into the camp with a little curiosity. The light in the camp was very dark, which made him feel a little uncomfortable for the time being, but before he could see clearly, a gentle and elegant female voice had already sounded faintly: "Mr. An, please come here and welcome you."

With the faint candlelight on the table, An Ruoran saw the woman sitting quietly by the wooden table. She was no more than thirty years old and was wearing a light goose yellow robe. Just sitting elegantly is full of beauty. On the swan-like jade neck, the fair skin sets off the elegant facial features, but also reveals a faint sadness and weakness. Overall, this woman looks weak and quiet, which makes people feel the urge to take care of her at first sight...

"You are too polite. If you didn't get your salary, I would probably be forced to pay by Maud." In the first few seconds, An Ruoran was obviously a little out of control, but he quickly came back to his senses and made a tepid joke. However, what made him a little dissatisfied was that the beauty just raised her hand to signal him to take the seat, but she had no intention of getting up to welcome her. At the same time, Bathir also introduced: "Mr. An, Miss Weiya is the president of this chamber of commerce and my master."

"Well, is Weiya? Beautiful is very beautiful, but her appearance seems to be inversely proportional to her heart..." Although there was still a smile on her face, An Ruoran's favorability has been greatly reduced. However, as if he noticed his inner thoughts, Weiya said with a slight hint: "Please don't mind, I'm afraid I can't get up to welcome you."

"What, what?" An Ruoran was stunned for a moment, then even more shocked. In his astonished gaze, Weiya was gently pushing her arm to show herself from behind the wooden table. At this moment, An Ruoran couldn't help but exclaim - what did he see? This elegant woman as beautiful as the moon god was actually sitting in a wheelchair, and her lower body was gently covered with silk, which obviously had some flaw...

"Hug, sorry, I'm a little rude!" After a few seconds, An Ruoran quickly bowed to apologize. Weiya didn't mind and still smiled faintly, "It's okay, you are not the first person to be rude, and you won't be the last one. Because I encountered misfortune when I was young, my legs had no strength at all, and I was destined to have to spend it in a wheelchair."

"I regret to hear this kind of news, especially from a beautiful woman like you..." While the two talked, An Ruoran had recovered from the initial shock, but after hesitation, he still said softly with some emotion: "But God is fair. He will always give something while taking away something. A few years ago, when I was suffering from serious illness, I finally realized the warmth of the family and the care of my friends."

Perhaps because he remembered the past period, An Ruoran couldn't help but fall into a long silence. It was a tormented day, but it was that experience that made him realize the importance of family and friendship. Perhaps because of this, even though he knew that he could no longer go back, An Ruoran refused to give up. He even hoped that a thunder and lightning would suddenly fall and let himself return to that familiar world.

"Is that so? It turns out that you were like me..." After a long silence, Weiya's sigh rang out slowly. She paused a little, gently folded her hair and changed the topic: "But since it has passed, why should we sigh in vain? Mr. An, I just admired your martial arts in the distance - in fact, I would like to ask, are you interested in formally joining our chamber of commerce?"

"Join the Silver Star Chamber of Commerce? As a guard?" An Ruoran was stunned for a moment, and shook his head with a smile, "I think there may be a misunderstanding here. In fact, fighting and killing is not suitable for me. My job is a magic casting master. As for applying for the job this time, it was just because I didn't want to go to cast it when I was hungry."

"Are you a magic casting master?" Weiya was obviously a little surprised. She rarely saw magic casting masters with this kind of attack ability. But then, Bathil interjected from the side: "But Mr. An, is the magic casting master not related to fighting and killing? As far as I know, magic casting masters are now very keen on making weapons and equipment, which is no different from going into battle in person!"

"That's right, so I prefer to build those daily necessities." An Ruoran smiled and covered Naya who was about to interrupt. "Although many people understand the magic caster as a weapon manufacturer, I always think that the daily necessities are the real occasions where the magic caster can play a role. For example, making a magic sword can hurt ten people, but making a magic waterwheel can help one hundred farmers. Which one do you think will be more helpful to the world?"

Weiya and Bathir looked at each other and felt a little incredible. After a moment of silence, Weiya sighed softly: "Mr. An, my thoughts make me respect you. Since that's the case, I won't force you. But then again, it's not easy to cast useful daily necessities, at least the drawings are not enough."

"The drawings are actually not very difficult, I can draw them myself." An Ruoran replied lightly, and when he saw the suspicious gaze in Weiya's eyes, he suddenly moved his heart and hesitated: "You don't seem to believe me very much. So if it's convenient, I can draw the drawings now and create a magic item for you immediately."

"For me?" Weiya was stunned for a moment, but nodded quickly, showing an interesting expression. An Ruoran breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately took out the pen and paper to draw it on the wooden table. As his drawing progressed, Weiya and Bathir's eyes gradually changed from doubt to surprise...

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