In the 36th issue of the newspaper released on July 9, Mu Yan announced the complete "point card" system.

On the same day, Roy Shevin also bought a newspaper for the first time.

This was what Hillman reminded him, because since he had rejected Curran that day, Hillman had been rather annoyed, whispering to him, and the relationship between the two seemed to be gradually ossifying.

In addition, after becoming famous, the comments on him from other people's mouths became more and more unbearable, so he lost the idea of "listening" to the newspaper, and decided to buy a copy himself and try it.

The newspaper devoted 1/4 of the page to the point card system, and after reading it carefully, Roy seemed to see a business opportunity.

According to the above formula, he only needs to spend 2 gold coins in the mana infusion area every day, and he can earn points equivalent to the face value of 10 hour point cards, as long as he sets the price of this point card between 2 and 10 gold coins, he can earn money.

Although it is small, it is not difficult for him to insist on 2 hours, and secondly, such a slight income makes him feel at ease, after all, the free lunch before is really quite disturbing.

If he earns 5 gold coins a day, he will have 150 coins a month, which is simply a job above the standard line for a mage student like him with an unstable income.

What's more, others don't know the benefits of mana infusion, but he knows it all too well, isn't it just to use this almost cruel way to expand the mana pool and speed up the efficiency of communication with the elements in the shooting range area of the mage gladiatorial arena every day......

And the concentration of elements there seems to be much higher than in other areas of the Academy?

I haven't been there these days because of the toll venues, and now it seems like the right way to go.

He decided to give it a try.

……

Today, there are many fewer people at the door of Seraf than before, probably because after that bet, the mages are also trying to meditate and recover, plus there is no one to organize and induce, naturally not many people are willing to do such penance.

Even so, Roy's perception found a few familiar faces, most of which were in and out of the range.

It seems that they also see a business opportunity because of this newspaper.

The guy with the pseudonym Archduke Anjou is one of them, and the two of them also met at the shooting range half a month ago, because they both ran out of magic power, they were tired like a dead dog, and they had a sense of pity for each other when they met their eyes.

He listened to the janitor at the range—and of course this was the janitor's grandfather...... The story of the grandfather that has been passed down from generation to generation. It is said that a long time ago, the shooting range was the noisiest and most frequently repaired place in the entire academy, and a large number of mages gathered here every day, and there was a huge sound of thunder, tornadoes, winds, and explosions converging from inside, and even the enchantment arranged by the headmaster would be blasted through in serious cases!

However, instead of being frightened by this, those mage students were proud of it......

Whenever he heard this, Roy couldn't help but be fascinated by what a glorious era of magic was.

But alas, gradually, the shooting range was no longer frequented, and only a few of their old faces remained.

Shaking his head and shaking off his distractions, Roy entered the moonchamber of the mana infusion zone.

It was still pitch black, and then it was as if the scene from the beginning of the universe was playing out again, and even if he saw it a second time, Roy was still shocked to himself.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, and a glowing stone slowly fell, floating in his hand.

Even though he knew that it was just an illusion, he couldn't help but sigh at this strong sense of substitution.

But then, Roy noticed that this time the crystal seemed to be slightly different?

There are slight burrs and protrusions on the surface, although these appear to be hidden by the light from a distance, but they are very obvious on closer inspection.

Maybe I didn't notice it last time?

He thought about it casually and then left it behind, this time he wanted to see if he could last for two hours, in line with the principle of saving money, but he didn't have time to worry about this.

Calming down, he re-entered meditation, wrapping the crystal in his hands.

The free elements flowed into his body from all directions, transforming it into magic, absorbed by the crystals wrapped in his palm, everything was similar to the scene a few days ago, but it was different when it was examined.

He couldn't say what it was.

Ten minutes passed, and he felt something was slightly wrong.

Thirty minutes later, beads of sweat were on his forehead.

For an hour, Roy was drenched in sweat and was forced to stop the output of his magic and threw himself on the ground regardless of his image.

At this time, the voice sounded, asking him if he had entered the results this time.

58 minutes and 17 seconds, half an hour less than the last time, but why is he so tired?

"Refuse."

He replied, and the voice didn't ask again.

Roy took a deep breath, and his heart, which was about to jump out of his throat, slowed slightly. He tried to get up from the ground, but found that he couldn't use half of his strength.

Why?

Finally...... What happened?

He raised his hand, and his whole right hand trembled slightly as if it were spasmodic, and he couldn't even make a fist......

Why is it so hard all of a sudden, and why has I become so weak?

Is there any difference from that attempt a few days ago?

Roy calmed down and thought back to his last experience......

But soon, he was surprised to find that he couldn't recall what he was thinking that day, and that hour and a half seemed like a moment, his brain was completely empty, thinking nothing, thinking nothing......

And just now, his mind was full of what price should be set for the 10-hour point card, where he should sell it, and how to use the extra money every month......

Maybe that's why?

Looking at the starry background around him, Roy vaguely sensed something, but his current physical condition no longer allowed him to continue trying, so he had to give up.

……

In the afternoon, as soon as Roy returned to the classroom, someone came to the door.

He knew each other, Delridge. This guy is more or less a celebrity in the academy.

"Hello, Roy."

"Hello?"

"Mind if I sit here?"

"Slightly."

Rao is Dridge couldn't help but be stunned when he finished the draft, he didn't expect the other party to be so faceless, but he still sat down with a shy face.

He was not verbose, and said straight to the point: "That's the case, we have set up a point card consignment transfer station, which specializes in collecting the point cards generated by the magic infusion of the mages and selling them at a fair price, I wonder if Roy is interested in carrying out long-term cooperation?" ”

Roy frowned, "'You guys'?" Specifically, it refers to ......"

"The Dark Moon Workshop."

"Dark Moon...... Workshop? Roy couldn't help but be moved, "The official consignment point? ”

Dridge nodded, the other party's attitude was obviously much gentler, and it seemed that he had just been deceived.

"So you're going to charge a tax rate? Like the auction house in the Cape of Kane? ”

"Yes, but only 5%, and you, as one of our first invited customers, are exempt from the transaction tax rate." Dridge said.

"What are you trying to do?" Roy was surprised. He went to the auction house in the Cape of Kane, where the tax rate was 15%, and even so, he still contracted more than ninety percent of the material exchanges in Jialan, compared to the 5% tax rate, which is the same as not asking for money, and now it's free?

"In fact, the income of the newspaper and Seraf is enough to keep the workshop running, and we set up the consignment shop to serve everyone, mainly to prevent the formation of a 'black market'. And this will not involve too much money, after all, the magic instillation of mages is very energy-consuming, we will publish the monthly trading volume in the last issue of the newspaper at the end of the month, and will also set up a special point system for the mages who sell point cards, the more points, the more benefits, and the top of each month will also receive the 'Mysterious Model Worker Award' prepared by Mr. Mu Yan himself. ”

Dridge said with a smile on his face, like a pyramid schemer.

In fact, Mu Yan trained him according to the standards of telecommunications workers......

If you agree, you can always hand over the points you get to the sales office, or go directly to the Nexus area and use the points to consign. The monthly gratuity is paid at the beginning of the following month. ”

Derritch left something behind and stood up.

"That's all there is to it, I won't waste your precious time, goodbye."

He walked crisply, but Roy was a little confused.

But just a few minutes later, Hillman suddenly found him.

"Hey, Roy, have you read the point card system?" His enthusiasm made Roy a little overwhelmed, and the relationship between the two has been a little stiff recently......

"Looked."

"Interested in working together?" Hillman smiled, still looking enthusiastic. "I know you're different from those people, and I'll arrange a long-term, stable buyer for you!"

Roy looked up and looked at him calmly.

"Hillman, have you been working for Samuel lately?"

Hillman was momentarily stunned.

"Why do you say that?"

"He's been short of manpower lately, so do you want to do everything you can to pull me in?"

Hillman's raised hand froze in mid-air, then slowly lowered it and rested it on Roy's shoulder.

"I can't hide it from you, Roy. I know you have what it takes to be buried like this, join us, I'm not like a villain like Curran. Master Samuel has been planning a big move lately, and as long as you behave normally, you may be able to solve all the problems! ”

"You should have told me these words at the beginning." "But you didn't, because you knew I wouldn't." ”

"Yes, I know you'll refuse, old friend, you've always been so stubborn, but it's time for something to change." Hillman patted him on the shoulder, "As you said, I knew from the beginning that you wouldn't agree, but—"

"Not before, not now."

Roy slapped his hand away, got up and left, and sat in the single seat next to him.

Hillman froze in place, for a long time, and his face finally turned cold.

He snorted and didn't look at Roy again.