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Chapter 783: Old Acquaintances

"Five ships, he should be encouraged to buy ten ships!" The senior mage wearing the robe of the Arcane Federation squinted at the cold and greedy thief spirit and said: "In this way, he can lose all his money!! Seeing that several old mages of the academy on the opposite side were still hesitating, he immediately waved his arms and raised his fists and said vigorously: "Don't hesitate! Only by taking advantage of the opportunity that he doesn't know that there are still a large number of minerals in his territory, he can get all his territory in one fell swoop, and everyone will have a chance to develop in the future!"

The middle-aged and elderly local mages around him were hesitating: "This is not good~~ Everyone has known each other for decades~~ In fact, he can get a card in ore refining, anyway, he always has to get us here to refine, and it is impossible to transport it elsewhere." Wouldn't it be nice for everyone to have a little bit?"

They were all bad old men with no ambitions!! middle-aged senior mages with shiny and reflective hair shouted in a loud voice: "It's not that simple! There will always be no divisions, and if other mages open a refinery in the neighboring aristocratic territory, what can you do?! God doesn't take it, but suffers the blame! Only by keeping the mine firmly in our hands can we get the benefits we deserve! I was also cultivated by you back then, so I came here to work for everyone's welfare!"

But there were still some people who hesitated, after all, everyone knew that this kid's father-in-law was the earl of another nearby territory, and this time he obviously wanted everyone to help their family annex the little baron who was doing business. Once the mines in the territory are really controlled by this kid, the ghost knows how much money can be distributed to him. The benefits of your family, the black pot is everyone's back - what a good calculation!

So several old mages continued to shrink back in their comfortable gilded chairs, and sighed with emotion: "Wouldn't that force their family to death?Alas~~ We can't do this kind of thing, our conscience can't bear it~~" But seeing the middle-aged senior mage standing in the circle, he raised his voice an octave again, and shouted vigorously: "What era is it now?!It is the era of great change! It is the era of the rise of the elite and the great British -- haven't you heard?" The ocean currents in the Sea of Dome were becoming more and more disturbed, and almost seventy percent of the origin of spell raw materials was abandoned. And the battle between the mermaids and the fish-people is going on day by day, and I don't know when the winner will be decided. At least thirty years later, it is absolutely impossible for the production capacity of spell raw materials in the Qionghong Sea to return to its previous level. Thirty years! Such a long time must be compensated for with spell raw materials produced on land, and although many of the substitutes are of inferior quality, they have to be so now. Therefore, you must understand that now is the era of great competition, and the object of competition is the origin of magic raw materials on each continent! All places have become the source of wealth, and whoever can obtain this wealth will be able to rise up and become the elite of this world! What kind of era is this? This is the era of the great reshuffle, and this is the era of turning over to the top! And those who are indisputable and the losers of the competition can only follow their sons, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and so on, and fall to the feet of others, and live under the trampling of others for generations! Don't you know the importance of this?! Look at 800 years ago, the most competitive elites and the most conquering families in that era often became kings or dukes of various kingdoms. And most of their blood descendants also enjoy the status of nobles and tycoons, have more opportunities to learn arcane and divine arts, and often become human beings. Most of today's elites have their blood, even their direct descendants. And what about those who have taken their chances in vain? What are they left behind? Not even a single number has been left! Maybe they have long been cut off by continuous wars, natural disasters and famines!! do you hope that in a hundred years, your descendants will also be reduced to the bottom of society, kicked out of the estate, and starved to death.

The atmosphere in the tidy room suddenly became solemn, and the middle-aged and elderly mages in a circle all frowned deeply, thinking bitterly: There is no hope of rising in their old bones, but what about their children? Especially those children who are not talented enough to become high-level mages? Although they are not successful, they are their own flesh and blood after all. Who doesn't want their children and grandchildren to be full and their descendants prosperous? At the worst of all, they can't let their children and grandchildren become inferior! Now is an opportunity to climb to the elite of the future, if you don't grasp it~~

So they either lowered their heads and sighed or rolled their eyes sharply, and each slowly let go of their 'conscience', and nodded hesitantly, twistingly, and said, "Okay." However, you still have to give people a way back. After all, they are all old acquaintances. ”

Falymouth was very, very tired, and today he and a dozen middle and low-level mages were engaged in a lengthy magic ceremony around the great and noble Hurissa Magic Array for a whole day, contributing spells and providing spell slots, and from time to time they joined forces to control the magic array, which was even more tiring than the usual production of magic items! When I walked out of the wide hall in the mage tower and walked down the spiral staircase with a dizzy head and cloudy eyes, I suddenly felt a wave of irritability and nausea: How long will I have to persist in this kind of day? Twenty years, thirty years, or ~~ a lifetime?~~ Yes, there is no courage to venture into the world, no backstage to compete for fame, no strength to climb to a high position, no money to continue study. Maybe it's really a lifetime spent like this, and every day it is used, used, and reused by the high-level mages in the mage tower on the upper floor - every day, a group of people in the fourth layer of the huge mage tower surround the Hurissa magic circle to provide spells, spell slots, control zhì raw materials and arcane arts, and the powerful energy generated is transmitted to the upper layer, and is used by those high-level mages who can speak at will. In fact, they are just doing their long-term work!

Alas~~ He sighed and was restless, and his spirit was sluggish, and he didn't even have the strength to go downstairs. Hearing his companions call him, he waved his hand irritably, leaned against the wall and said, "You guys go first, my head is a little uncomfortable, I just want to lean on." When his companions were gone, he stood alone on the wide spiral staircase in a daze, looking at the neat bluestone walls reinforced by spells on all sides, and suddenly felt quite like a huge prison cell, in which he went up and down, in and out every day. From the outer cell to the cell here, and from the inner cell to the outer cell. Except for these cells, I can't go anywhere, and I don't dare to go anywhere. Every day is just a very tired and hopeless life, waiting for the last moment to come.

Isn't life a prison cell waiting for death?!

An uncontrollable sadness swelled in my heart, and I cried out in anger and beat the stone walls as thick as steel, like a weak prisoner complaining about an unjust fate in a strong prison -- why don't I have a rich parent? Why can I only reach the fourth rank with my talent? Why can't I find a chance to ascend? Bastard! I must find a way! Even if I can't become a high-ranking mage, I must be a rich man!

was wrinkling sternly and thinking fiercely, when he suddenly saw a few strong porters carrying a big scalper walking down upstairs, and the big scalper, which was originally a strong bull, had already died with fierce eyes. Judging by the strange foam and iron blue color that flowed from its mouth and nose, it seemed to have been poisoned to death. I really don't know what the hell those people are doing again.

For a while, the wide spiral staircase was filled with a strange atmosphere, and it seemed that the poisonous gas was wafting everywhere, and the smoked Plymouth retreated again and again, and suddenly saw several middle-aged and elderly senior mages talking and laughing down from above, as if they were discussing a successful spell enthusiastically.

But as soon as these people saw Farymouth, their faces immediately changed greatly, and one of the old mages scolded in the head: "The test is done, why are you staying here if you don't go down?!" The stern tone was almost like interrogating a thief, which made Fallymouth nervous for a while, and stammered: "I~~I~~ I'm a little tired and a little dizzy." I want to take a break before I go~~"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a middle-aged mage wearing a red silk and gold robe walking out on the opposite side, I heard that it was a person from the general association of the Arcane Federation, and as soon as he came, he called all the senior mages together for a meeting, which is not small! Besides, how did you send him for such an important matter today, and what if he went to the wrong room and ruined our affairs?"

The old mages next to them all stood up sternly and replied cautiously: "Recently, there is indeed a shortage of manpower, so I have to choose him." Don't worry, we have strict rules here, and we won't be traveling. If there is a business trip, we will punish him severely!" Then he scolded the confused and sincerely frightened Falimouth: "What are you still doing in a daze? Go down! Go down! Don't come tomorrow! Don't be annoyed by the adults! Go away!!"

The red-faced Falymouth walked down the huge mage tower with a quick walk, and ran to the top of the mountain in the autumn breeze to breathe in the cold air, but his heart was churning with anxiety and anger: "What the hell is going on? Why do you suddenly look down on me? I work half to death every day, how can I still suffer from the anger of these idlers? And ~~They seem to ~~ seem to dislike me very much, so where will I have a chance to rise in the future?Gods~~ What should I do in the future?"

For a moment, the anxiety and resentment in my heart rushed violently like a strong sour, and the smoked people were so poisonous that they wanted to hit the wall immediately! After beating the wall a few times in annoyance, he was a little sober in the pain and cold wind, and then he sighed helplessly, dragged his tired and bored steps, and hurried to his simple room: I really wanted to fall into the soft and warm big bed at once and never wake up. Never again be burdened, let alone suffer from these birds!

Who would have thought that his beautiful girlfriend was already waiting inside, jumping and pounced like a lively bird.

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