Law of the Devil

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Chapter 168 [Means of Magic Union]

“Young master, young master! You're making a lot of money today!” Mad was blushing, he had a thin brochure in his hand, and the first two pages had been filled with density and numbness. Each of the pennies on them, each tick, and the series of numbers behind them made the faithful old servant feel extraordinarily excited.

“Oh, how much?” Dewey leaned against the chair and asked lazily.

At this moment the sunset hangs at the end of Triumph Gate Avenue, when the shop is closed and the visiting aristocrats are inviting Dewey to dinner. Especially the Delaney Mountain Warcraft, the famous wealthy merchant of the Empire, is very interested in this industry made by Dewey. Outside, he seems very willing to “talk" with Dewey carefully.

However, Dewey's original good mood disappeared after the last words he left before Master Clark left!

“A total of 684,600 gold dollars!” Old Mudd's voice shivered a little when he reported this number.

Dewey didn't say much.

Hmm, after all the thought, if you can't make so much money, then aren't you too defeated? Expected, unexpected...

Seeing that the young master had no expression, the old Mad thought it was the young master who was unhappy with his report too general, he hurriedly turned over the books in his hand and said in detail: “Today, the biggest meritocracy is Miss Jolyn. There are 380,000 gold coins in her hand alone. Young Master, Miss Jolyn is the biggest kung fu today, if we can have more people like Miss Jolyn..."

“Okay.” Dewey waved, interrupting Old Mudd's masturbation?

How many more people like Ruolin? That's unrealistic.

The so-called rarity is expensive. The image of Jolyn's super gorgeous knight predominantly occupies a “novelty”, which allows those aristocrats who drool to pay a lot of money. If there are more characters like this, the nobility will lose its freshness, and it will not work. And talents like Jolyn are really hard to find. Ruo Lin looks superior, and most importantly, this woman still has a pretty good head. Early years mirrored in the mercenary adventure circle, accumulating many wrists against men. Smart, beautiful, brainy, also of samurai origin, loyal to himself, such a candidate, where to find more?

However, Dewey was satisfied with the purchase of 880,000 gold coins on the first day of business. In fact, pure sales are no more than 500,000 gold coins, or a lot of noblemen come to the opening ceremony in the face of Dewey. If you don't buy something back, won't you give the Duke too much face?

Dewey understands very well that with so much income today, it's simply cheap to take advantage of his face, and I'm afraid there won't be that much in the future. Plus, there are 300,000 gold coins in the income of these 880,000 gold coins, purely gifts from several great nobles!

The Count of Villa alone sent 100,000 gold coins at random. And the Dragon Mountain Warcraft, though it doesn't seem as exciting this time around. But Dewey understands that the premises of this store are sold and transferred to him at absolute cost, and he takes advantage of more than a few hundred thousand gold coins?

“Go get ready and get another set of armor like Jolyn's. Don't be too tough, the more gorgeous the better. Hmm...” Dewey hesitated for a moment and took a closer look at Mudd: “Mudd, let me ask you a question. ”

“Young Master, please. ”

Dewey shrugged for a while: "I'm going northwest in a few months. Are you willing to stay and help me with the property, or do you want to follow me to the northwest? ”

Honest Mudd said without hesitation: "Young master, I am your faithful servant, of course with you to the northwest.” Speaking, Old Mudd's eyes were red: “You are my Mudd who has been hugging him since he was a child. Did the young master lift Mudd up now and leave Old Mudd behind? ”

Dewey smiled and looked at Mudd with a red eye and said warmly, "Okay, Mudd, don't cry. Of course I won't leave you. Well, you're right. You've held me since I was a kid, and I wouldn't leave my dear Uncle Mudd behind. ”

This “uncle” name scared Mudd into a pale face. He stayed and quickly waved his hand and jumped: “Young master, don't call me that. Old Mudd can't afford it! I am your servant, your marv, your butler... whatever uncle or whatever, please don't yell like that, otherwise I Mud..."

Dewey stood up, walked up to Mud, patted him gently on the shoulder, and smiled, “Okay, Mud, it's just the two of us. Alas, now that the Rollins stay in Didu, it's just the two of us... oh, there's also an Alpha Guard Chief. We don't need condoms. ”

The choice just now is that everyone knows the stakes.

To the northwest of the wind and sand, or to stay in the bustling Emperor, such an option, one can see which is cheaper. But old Mudd chose not to hesitate to accompany Dewey to the Northwest to open the desert, and that loyalty was enough to impress Dewey.

“If you're going to accompany me to the northwest, then the Emperor...” Dewey thought about it, thinking that the Emperor's property here, the best person in charge, counting, the most suitable person for his men, is only Lauryn. This knight has a face, a mind and loyalty to herself. But it is the most suitable candidate.

But…… who cares about the pirates?

Alas, headaches. The problem of understaffing cannot be solved two days a day.

“Go get Jolyn for me.” Dewey sighed: “I have something to tell her. ”

•

When Mudd went out, Dewey picked up a cup of cold tea on the table and drank it all. He had to look sad.

The arrival of Clark Mage today is clearly meant by the President of the Magic Union, who has given himself face and given himself tangible benefits. The Magic Union also pays to buy big money from itself every year… these benefits are lost to itself.

But these aren't free meals!

Hmm... Remember who you are as a magician? Magician will always be his own home?

Needless to ask, after the political stability, the previous plan to establish the Magic Academy must be on the agenda again!

For Dewey himself, he certainly didn't want to be kicked and kicked in the middle by the King Regent and the Magic Union when it came to building the Academy of Magic. History proves that most people who want to be wallgrass end up with nothing!

At the moment, Dewey thinks the best way is to get out of the emperor and go to the territory! And then you sit on your ass in the northwest and you don't go back to the Emperor!

It's none of my business to build a magic college then, even if the magic union and the royal family compete for a broken blood flow!

But I thought the coup d 'état had just ended and Prince Chen had just come to power. I don't suppose he would be putting the plan set up by the Magic Academy back on the agenda so soon? Where did you think you'd get here so fast?

But now, I want to leave the area to go to the northwest, but I can't walk! Local government in the Northwest has not yet been handed over - this is not the case with the Central Administration card itself, but the fact that they don't have enough people to fill grass-roots officials in a Northwest province!

Magic School... Magic School!

snorted!

Dewey suddenly got a little angry in her heart. The establishment of this School of Magic is foreseeable to cultivate a number of magician talents over the next few years! But these people don't end up in their own pockets! I'm jumping up and down here. I'm upset on both sides. Why are you here?

Why don't you leave early?

However, with the magician talent in mind, Dewey suddenly moved in his heart and came up with an extra thought without good cause.

•

The following day, Dewey took a carriage to the Imperial Palace to meet His Highness Prince Regent Wang Chen.

After experiencing the previous territorial storm, Prince Chen's mood now seems to be much more calm, at least he seems to have forgotten that Dewey took the glorious favor he gave him to force him not to kill old Raymond. When Dewey arrived, he was received with enthusiasm by Prince Chen, and even in public, the Regent took the young Duke's hand into the palace lobby. The two had a long secret conversation in the palace. At noon, even the Regent left Dewey with a rich lunch.

No one knows exactly what the Regent and the Juvenile Duke talked about this morning. It was just the personal defense of the Regent, who seemed to be in a very good mood after seeing the Juvenile Duke say goodbye, and even smiled and patted himself on the shoulder and said two jokes.

On the Dewey side, he left the palace of Prince Chen. He just felt that the sweat on his back was completely dry and his underwear was sticking to his body. It was very painful.

Alas, Prince Chen is planning to use himself as a gun against the Magic Guild!

In the morning, Dewey carefully tested Prince Chen's plans to establish the Magic Academy. Unexpectedly, Prince Chen told Dewey frankly on the spot.

The establishment of the Magic Academy will be in the implementation phase within a month! The first Magic Academy cadets were selected, and the Royal Family is currently engaged in rounds and rounds of clandestine battles with the Magic Union.

However, during the coup d 'état, there was strong support for Prince Chen, and the Magic Union obviously also obtained certain concessions from Prince Chen.

In the first term of the Magic Union, the general plan is to enroll 100 trainees.

Don't underestimate this hundred people, it seems small. But you know, there are only a few hundred magicians on the entire continent who qualify as authentic magicians!

And now… according to the current negotiations between the two sides, the Magician is demanding half the spot!

Prince Chen could not agree to such a share.

Joke! Build the Magic Academy, mainly to break the Magic Union's monopoly on magician talent. If you also let the Magic Union occupy half of the seats, then the other half, how will Prince Chen distribute it?

The Royal Family will first select a group of people to enter the School of Magic, and the next few aristocratic families will also occupy a certain number of places.

There are too few people under Prince Chen's control at such a level and level. As the actual ruler of the current empire, he would never allow that to happen.

He gave Dewey his own bottom line today, which is that the Royal Family must send half of the cadets directly! The rest, let the magic union and those aristocratic families down there, and the military rob them!

Talked to the Regent all morning, in fact, Duvi only got one meaning from Prince Chen:

“You go to the president of the Magic Union and say that my biggest concession is that when the Magic Union and the military and other aristocratic families compete for places, I can secretly support the Magic Union! But the premise is that my direct Royal Cadets must occupy half! ”

Originally, Duwei came to find Prince Chen. He also thought of the establishment of a magic cadet. He would develop a group of magician talents. He also gave him a cup, but finally, Prince Chen gave him a simple answer: “Yes, but your quota, in consultation with the magic union, you also hold the Bachelor of Magic qualification recognized by the magic union. ”

In the afternoon, Dewey was supposed to go to the Magician's Guild to meet the old man, the union president, Jacob Doug.

But Duvi changed his mind temporarily!

Why don't you wait for them to come and beg me?

Well, the Magic Academy was founded, so big a deal! Such a great benefit! You sent a Clark Mage over here, bought some stuff from my shop like charity, and you tried to impress me?

Hmm, that's too cheap!

Dewey's got a heart attack! Even if the establishment of the Magic Academy doesn't divide itself into any advantages, it's time to hit the Magic Guild once more!

With this slight determination, Dewey walked out of the palace with a quiet face, and the court guard beside him looked at the young Duke with a gloomy face, restless in his heart, following behind him all the way, unable to speak.

When he walked to the square in front of the Imperial Gate, Dewey suddenly saw a group of people coming.

A fully enclosed carriage with almost bright silver panels embedded throughout the compartment and a snow-white white hammer hanging on it!

White Banner?

Dewey stunned for a moment. This is the banner of death!

And the carriage slowly drove into the Imperial City, and the Imperial Forest Guard immediately flashed to both sides, kneeling on one knee to salute him. And on both sides of the carriage, two horsemen followed in a serious manner. What surprised Dewey was that those two knights were from the Holy Knights of the Temple!

And above the carriage of that carriage, is clearly a royal thorny floral emblem! Unsurprisingly, beside the Thornflower emblem, a very familiar Temple of Dewey was hung.

Even the horse sitting in the car had a serious face, wearing a white robe and a cross badge on his chest.

Dewey stood still, the wagon pedestrian had arrived in front of him, and the inner court guard next to him saw the Duchess out of his mind. He quickly pulled Dewey's hand and pulled Dewey aside, making way for the road.

When the carriage slowly entered the palace, Dewey frowned and looked at the inner court guard beside him: “Who was in the carriage? How can a temple man enter or leave the palace at will? ”

The inner guard hesitated for a moment and lowered his voice: “Duke... didn't you know? The one in the carriage is the Virona, called the Flower of the Royal Family, the Temple Virgin..."

Holy Virgin? Dewey only knows implicitly that the so-called Holy Virgin is actually a stunt made by this religious organization, picking out some holy and beautiful girls, devout to convert to the Temple, never marry, keep the holy body, serve the meaning of the gods...

But this saint Verona? Royal Flower?

“You really don't know?” The guard of the inner court was somewhat unexpected and unnatural to hear of the young Duke's loneliness: “Holy Virona... her father, the late Grand Prince...”

“Oh...” Dewey said, turning back profoundly and looking at that distant carriage.

Grand Prince's daughter? The Virgin?

Heh... no wonder the carriage is hung with white beans.

Although the Grand Prince committed suicide after the coup d 'état, Prince Chen did a very good job on the matter, did not deprive the Grand Prince of his royal membership, and allowed him to “bury the flag” after his death, in accordance with the tradition of the Augustine royal family, is to be buried under a thorny flag. This is an exclusive courtesy of the royal family.

This Virgin… is the daughter of the Great Prince. Hmm, looks like the Grand Prince hasn't tried to pull up the temple either. However, at the end of the day, the Temple chose Prince Chen, and the Grand Prince was placed with him at a critical time!

Humph...

Just as Dewey would look at the carriage, he felt that the enclosed compartment, as if the window had opened a corner, had a bunch of eyes, and floated away towards himself...

•

Return to your home.

Dewey has been sealed as Duke, but has not established his own Duke's Palace in the Emperor. Because the Regent, though glorious enough to seal many of his palace seals, did not allow Dewey to serve as an actual official in any department in the centre of the Empire.

Of course, this is because Dewey is only fourteen years old, and this age is already horrible to be the Duke, and it would be ridiculous to be the first minister of any other ministry.

So, instead of setting up his own Duke's house, Dewey was prepared to go to the Northwest as an emperor.

He is currently in the “capital" of Didu, in fact in a small house in the rich district of Didu. The house was also given to him by Prince Chen, said to be an estate under the name of the Grand Prince.

As soon as he returned to his home, he saw that the old servant Mudd was waiting at the door.

When the young master came back, Mudd hurried up and took Dewey off the carriage with his bare hands, and the first sentence was: "Young master, the Magic Union came to see you today, but you were not home. The Magic Union man waited at home for you all morning, so he had to go back. ”

You came to beg me so soon?

Dewey laughed in the heart.

But the next sentence surprised Dewey.

Obviously, the Magician didn't pull himself together directly, the other party was smarter than expected!

“The Magic Union is actually here to inform the Young Master... that your magic is a level test, which will take place in three days, and will be presided over personally by the President of the Magic Union. ”

Magician Level?

Dewey stunned.

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