Chapter 167 My father is the deputy mayor

Chen Yi sat silently on the subway, waiting for the moment to arrive at the Kingdom of San Chio.

As Master Timothy expected, in order to pay off the debt of more than 500 million gold coins, the master had to travel frequently. And the amount of supplies he brought increased and increased every time.

If you can pay the interest on a credit card, if you pay it to any mage in the Kingdom of San Chio, even the Great Magician will be crushed by the heavy interest.

That is, Chen Yi, who can borrow the space ring and repay one-fifth of it strongly, and the repayment speed is getting faster and faster - ordering pulp from Canada, production in the new factory in London, West African paper in the New York market, sorting at Boss He's paper factory. He doesn't even have to go to both places in person to allow the other party to ship continuously. All of these constitute the main force in his repayment.

When supplies are abundant, Chen Yi even carried a big backpack and carried two large suitcases to the subway when he was filled with the space ring, just like he had done before.

Of course, there are not too many times like this. No matter which paper it is, it requires a certain degree of screening to be worth sending to San Chia.

Nowadays, every time Chen Yi goes to the Kingdom of Sanchio, the materials he carries are basically worth more than 10 million gold coins. These are gradually increasing after years of accumulation.

This huge number is equivalent to one-third of the tax revenue of the Kingdom of San Chio. It seems that when overseas trade was just emerging, commodities from other places always bring wealth that surprises everyone, and even surpass the wealth accumulated in the entire world for a hundred years.

The subway brakes slowly.

Chen Yi closed his eyes and waited for the "master" to end before throwing out all the things in the space ring, except for the scrolls and potions he used to defend himself.

The mages quickly began to release classification techniques, thereby identifying the value of various materials and sending them to the warehouse in a classified manner.

There are more things now, and a mage's classification technique is far from enough. Generally speaking, a level 3 classification technique can solve the classification problem of thousands or hundreds of kilograms of items. However, the number of paper is too large, and one cubic meter is often the limit of ordinary mages. Talented mages are relatively more, but in order to have spare energy after releasing level 3 spells, it is not practical to have a mage use up all the magic positions today, so three or four mages are often needed to participate.

On the farther ground, there were scrolls for the Kingdom of Sanchio, ready for the Master. Most of them were energy recovery potions.

In the current Kingdom of San Chio, almost one-third of the mages have begun to specialize in making scrolls and various potions. One-third of the mages rotate, and only one-third of the mages fight on the battlefield.

Even so, the situation of war is still one-sided.

When the force of the Knight-level force can be distributed with two low-level scrolls to defend against group magic and even enhance its own physical defense ability, Saint Chio has completely restored the spirit of the magic kingdom.

On the Western Front, against the coalition led by the Principality of Saipoga, unless the high-level group magic above level 6 can harm the knights on the battlefield, ordinary mages need to release intermediate single magic in order to kill a knight.

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

A level 3 mage can only cast level 3 spells once a day, or 2 level 2 spells. However, the pitiful and precious level 3 spell may not necessarily kill a knight - the opponent's defensive magician, some of which are scroll protection troops.

When a level 5 sub-red robes mage casts a level 4 spell twice a day, half of them may even be wasted on a certain knight's scroll. The anger in his heart must be like a raging fire.

On the Eastern Front, where the battle was not very fierce, the mage equipped with high-level water and fire scrolls was as indestructible as a battleship. The opponent's only choice was to shrink to the port and wait for the results of other fronts. This is no longer the main battlefield.

The only way the enemy can gain some advantages is the barbaric army. They can survive the encirclement thousands of years ago, which is naturally outstanding. With their strong bodies, their high-level barbaric knights can always break through the death jungle of steel and magic when needed, and then strive to take the initiative in the battlefield. However, the tactics that once caused high killing were just small means to maintain tug-of-war.

From the Mage Tower, more and more red robes appear, you can guess that Saint Chia has a huge advantage in the battlefield.

In fact, in a not-so-first war, the mage who has experienced the test of life and death has advanced very quickly, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is ten times that of a peaceful period.

The great magician Timothy bowed his back sincerely and raised a battlefield brief.

The way the briefing was written was taught to them by Chen Yi. The text was also purely simplified Chinese. The wisdom of the wizards was definitely above the members of the Mensa Club. It should be said that the only evolution and development of people in the magic continent in the hundreds of thousands of years after they had civilization was his body - a smarter mind and stronger muscles, which would make ordinary people on earth feel ashamed to death.

Of course, even in the Kingdom of San Chio, these magicians who can master Chinese proficiency in one month are still smart characters chosen from one million.

Unlike the universal development of the earth, the fierce war and survival situation, the expensive education costs and training system are destined to be the patents of a few people. The intermarriage between these upper-class figures and the continuous strengthening of education have made the gap between the elite class and ordinary civilians increasingly larger. Apart from genetic mutation, civilians basically have no chance to enter the upper-class. Similarly, civilians who can enter the upper-class can naturally provide people with fresh and distinctive genes.

Grendler, stepping on the drum beats, came to Chen Yi.

"His Excellency Paladin, I'll continue to trouble you."

Classmate Chen grabbed the chameleon from his shoulders, and when it landed, he began to transform himself into the structure of the Raptor f150.

This process takes about an hour, during which Chen Yi learns fighting skills from the Paladin.

Master Timothy kept smiling and began to copy scrolls. He now often made some low-level scrolls for Chen Yi to use. The Great Magician even specially studied several low-level scrolls to simplify the steps and improve the effect. Except for a few mavericks, few high-level mages have focused on studying low-level spells.

Another briefing was sent from under the Mage Tower.

Timothy was very happy when he saw it. After waiting for Chen Yi to rest, he smiled and said, "Master, we have captured two family members of the Principality of Seborga."

"Can you make skill copy scrolls?"

"That's right."

Chen Yi immediately smiled and said, "When you have delicious food and drink, see how many scrolls they can make."

"It's definitely okay to have one per month." Timothy smiled too.

"One person, one picture?"

Timothy twitched his nose and said, "It may be a bit difficult to print one in January."

"Look at it anyway." Chen Yi waved his hand with a smile. There were two skill copy scrolls in his space ring, which he left for escaping.

With these two scrolls, as long as you are a level 4 mage, you can copy its skills, thereby bursting out 160% of your ability and turning defeat into victory. I think there should not be any more than the Kingdom Knight on Earth.

If there are more skills to copy the scroll, and now there are those in your hands, you will dare to use it with confidence and boldness.

"Do it well." Chen Yi nodded approvingly.

After a while, the little lizard became a raptor and made a "thump" sound with the exhaust pipe, saying, "I'm ready."

The space of the subway has been expanded by more than 10 times, and it determines its size according to the size of the members inside.

The Paladin took a magical car, which looked like a mini off-road vehicle, using a magic array as the driving force. His spear was mounted on the rearview mirror, and it was also a magic spear that could control the length. It was up to twenty-two meters long, used for combat on the earth-moving dragon, and at least 4 meters short, used for combat on small riding animals of "Guard".

Now, he uses a length of 6 meters.

Chen Yi also put the spear on the rearview mirror. When the spear needs to be fought outside the body, he only grasps it with his hands. Usually, he mainly controls the operation of the fantasy dragon. In this case, good communication with the mount is required, and the smart Asian dragon is very suitable at this time.

"Let's start." As soon as the Paladin finished speaking, his magic car rushed out, and his power was no weaker than that of the 5.4l displacement Raptor.

After a refreshing night of training, Chen Yi vaguely felt that he had improved.

Level 2 of the fighting skills are mainly training skills, and physical fitness is ranked second. For Chen Yi, the power to lift the front face of the Raptor is already high enough, and the motivation to keep learning is more of a curiosity about advanced fighting skills.

Walking out of the subway station, Chen Yi held his pineapple dragon in his hand and slowly ran towards the school. In this kind of full-body exercise, he was more competent than professional athletes. The soldiers of the Kingdom of San Chio are like hunters who chased antelope until it couldn't run, with outstanding performance in endurance.

Chen Yi ran to the school gate and saw the Jiangning Daily on the newsstand at a glance. The front page headline: The imam fled with money...

"Give me a newspaper." He said and picked it up.

It turned out that the second imam of Jianshe Road left China with hundreds of millions of yuan in demolition funds.

I don’t know what role the Luo family played in it.

He didn't think that Luo Xiaoshan's smart father would let the imam take all the money away.

Chen Yi smiled indifferently.

"You are also watching the news of Jiangbei demolition." A more familiar voice came from behind.

Behind him is my uncle's son, with black hair, toad sunglasses, and a Chinese cigarette in his left hand, which is smoking without any haste. He is not a worry-free person.

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

"It's here." Fang Yu stretched out his hand holding the cigarette and nodded below the front page from the air. However, there was news about the demolition and construction of the dock in Jiangbei.

Chen Yi avoided the rushing smoke in the air and frowned: "Do you want to get a kick?"

Although Fang Yu has been in society for several years, he has almost no progress. He smiled with no eyesight and price, "Make more money in real estate, my father is the deputy mayor."

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

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