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 arrears of more than 500 million gold coins, the master had to travel frequently. And each time the amount of supplies brought is increasing.

It can be compared to the interest of a credit card, if it is repaid to any mage in the Kingdom of San Chio, even the Great Magician, will be crushed by the heavy interest.

That is, Chen Yi was able to borrow the space ring and repay one-fifth of it strongly, and the repayment speed was getting faster and faster - the pulp ordered from Canada, produced in the new factory in London, and the West African paper in the New York market was sorted in Boss He's paper factory. He doesn't even have to go to the two places in person, so that the other party can deliver them continuously. All these constitute the main force of its repayment

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

Of course, there aren't too many times like that. No matter what kind of paper it is, it requires a certain amount of sifting before it is worth sending to San Chio.

Now, every time Chen Yi goes to the Kingdom of San Chio, the materials he carries are basically worth more than 10 million gold coins. These are gradually improved over time.

This huge number is equivalent to one-third of the tax revenue of the Kingdom of San Chio. It is as if in the era when overseas trade was just emerging, and goods from other places always brought wealth that surprised everyone, even surpassing the wealth accumulated by the entire world over the past century.

The subway brakes slowly.

Chen Yi closed his eyes and waited for the "master" call to end before throwing out all the contents of the spatial ring, except for the scroll and potion he used for self-defense.

The mages hurriedly began to unleash the sorting technique, which could determine the value of various materials and send them to the storehouse.

There are so many things nowadays that a mage's classification technique is no longer enough. In general, Level 3 classification is able to solve the problem of sorting thousands or hundreds of kilograms of items. But the amount of paper is too much, and one cubic meter is often the limit of ordinary mages. There will be more gifted mages, but in order to have the strength to release level 3 spells, it is not practical to have one mage use up all the spell slots today, so it often requires three or four mages to participate.

On the ground farther away, there were stacks of scrolls for the Kingdom of Santchio, for the Master. Most of them are energy recovery potions.

In the current kingdom of Santa Chio, almost one-third of the mages began to specialize in making scrolls and various potions, one-third of the mages rotated, and only one-third of the mages fought on the battlefield.

Nevertheless, the situation of the war was still one-sided.

When the knight-level force can distribute two low-level scrolls to defend against group magic, and even enhance its own physical defense ability, St. Qiao has completely restored the spirit of the magic kingdom.

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

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

A level 3 mage can only cast 1 level 3 spell per day, or 2 level 2 spells. However, that pitiful and precious level 3 spell would not necessarily kill a knight - the opposing defensive mage, and some of them were scroll protection troops.

When a fifth-level sub-red-robed mage casts a level 4 spell twice a day, half of it may even be wasted on a knight's scroll, and the anger in his heart must be like a raging fire.

On the Eastern Front, where the battle was not very fierce, mages equipped with high-level water and fire scrolls were as impregnable as battleships, and the only option for the other side was to retreat to the port and wait for the results of the other fronts. It's no longer the main battlefield.

The only thing the enemy can gain some advantage is still the barbarian army, which can survive the encirclement and suppression thousands of years ago, and naturally has its advantages. With their strong bodies, their high-ranking savage knights can always break through the jungle of death made of steel and magic when needed, and then fight for the initiative on the battlefield. However, the tactics that were once able to inflict high damage are only a small means of maintaining a tug-of-war.

From the mage tower, more and more red robes appeared, and you can guess that San Chio's battlefield advantage is huge.

In fact, in a war that is not a short time, the speed of the promotion of a mage who has experienced the test of life and death is also very fast, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is ten times that of peacetime.

Grand Magician Timothy bowed down and held a battle briefing aloft.

The way to write the briefing was taught to them by Chen Yi. The text is also pure Chinese Simplified Chinese - the wisdom of the mages is definitely above the members of the Mensa Club. It should be said that the only thing that the people of the Magic Continent have evolved and developed in the hundreds of thousands of years since they had civilization is their body, a smarter mind and stronger muscles, which will make ordinary people on Earth die of shame.

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

Unlike the general development of the earth, the fierce war and survival situation, the high cost of education and the training system, it is destined that magic and martial arts are the patent of a few people - the intermarriage between these upper class figures, and the increasing education has made the gap between the elite class and the common people wider and wider. With the exception of genetic mutations, civilians have little chance of reaching the top. In the same way, civilians who can enter the top class can naturally provide people with fresh and distinctive genes.

Grundler, stepping on the drum, came to Chen Yi.

"Your Excellency Paladin, I'm going to continue to trouble you."

Chen grabbed the chameleon off his shoulder, and when it hit the ground, he began to transform into the structure of the Raptor F150.

This process lasts about 1 hour, during which time Chen Yi learns fighting skills from the paladin.

Mage Timothy kept a smile and began to transcribe the scroll. He now often makes some low-level scrolls for Chen Yi's use. His Excellency the Grand Wizard has even specialized in the creation of several low-level scrolls, thus simplifying the steps and improving the effect. With the exception of a few maverick mages, there are very few high-level mages who are fully engaged in the study of low-level spells.

Another briefing was delivered from under the Mage's Tower.

Timothy was quite overjoyed when he saw it, and when Chen Yi was resting, he smiled and said, "Master, we have captured two family members of the Principality of Cyberboga. ”

"Can you make skill copy scrolls?"

"That's right."

Chen Yi suddenly smiled and said, "Serve the delicious food and drink, and see how many scrolls they can make." ”

"One per month is definitely fine." Timothy smiled as well.

"One for one person?"

Timothy's nose twitched and said, "One month may be a little difficult. ”

"Anyway, look." Chen Yi smiled and waved his hand, in his spatial ring, there were still two skill copy scrolls, which he left to escape.

With these two scrolls, as long as it is a level 4 mage or less. can copy its skills, so as to burst out 160% of its ability, and turn defeat into victory. If you think about it, there should be no kingdom knights or above on earth.

If there are more skill copy scrolls, and those that exist in hand now, they will dare to use them boldly with confidence.

"Do it well." Chen Yi nodded approvingly.

After a while, the little lizard turned into a bird of prey, and made a "thud" sound with its exhaust pipe, saying, "I'm ready." ”

The space of the subway has been expanded more than 10 times for a long time, and it is determined by the size of the members inside.

His Excellency the Paladin sat in a magically powered car that looked like a mini off-road vehicle, powered by a magic circle. His spear rests on the rearview mirror, and is also a magic spear that can control its length, with a maximum length of 22 meters for combat on the Earth Walking Dragon, and a minimum of 4 meters for fighting on small riding animals of the "Shu" class.

Now, he uses a length of 6 meters.

Chen Yi also put the spear on the rearview mirror, and when the spear needed to fight outside the body, he grabbed it with his hands, and in normal times, he mainly controlled the phantom dragon. In this case, good communication with the mount is required, and the smart wurm is a good fit at this time.

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

After a hearty night of training, Chen Yi faintly felt that he had improved again.

Fighting skill level 2 is mainly training skills, and the improvement of physical fitness is ranked second. For Chen Yi, the power to be able to lift the front face of a raptor is high enough, and the motivation that prompts him to keep learning is more of a curiosity about advanced fighting skills.

Walking out of the subway station, Chen Yi held the pineapple dragon in his hand and slowly ran in the direction of the school. In this full-body sport, he is more competent than a professional athlete. The warriors of the kingdom of San Kio are like hunters in black Africa chasing an antelope until it can't run, and they excel in endurance.

Chen Yi ran all the way to the school gate and saw the Jiang Ning newspaper on the newsstand. Front-page headlines: Imam flees with money......

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

Sure enough, it was the second imam of Jianjian Road, who left China with hundreds of millions of yuan in demolition money.

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

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

Chen Yi smiled indifferently.

"You're also reading the news of Jiangbei's demolition." A more familiar voice came from behind him.

Behind him is the uncle's son, with long black hair, toad sunglasses, and a Chinese cigarette in his left hand, which is smoking unhurriedly. It's not a worry-free master.

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

"This is it." Fang Yu stretched out his hand to hold the cigarette, and nodded his head in the air, but it was the news of the demolition and construction of the wharf in Jiangbei.

Chen Yi dodged the light smoke dancing in the air, frowned, and said, "You want to intervene?" ”

Although Fang Yu has been in the society for several years, he has hardly made any progress, and he smiled without any eyesight: "Real estate is more profitable, and my father is the deputy mayor." ”

"Fang Shao is mighty." The four horses behind him shouted in unison.

……

(To be continued)