Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 115 Guest Appearance as the God of Wealth
Tonight is a family dinner, not a traditional banquet where dishes are served one after another. Almost all the dishes are served at once.

The meal was very lavish, almost filling the entire table; it was clear that the castle's chef had worked very hard today.

The main course is hand-grabbed pie, and the castle chef's signature dishes are Zambian honey-glazed ribs and Durag game stew, with meat making up more than half of the meal.

This was exactly what Anser wanted. He had been craving meat lately and had been starving all day, so he decided to eat as much as he wanted without any hesitation.

However, since it was a separate serving system, many dishes were far apart, and whatever he wanted to eat could only be cut up and brought to him by the waiter, which made the waiters serving him extremely busy.

The old woman ate very little, but simply watched him eat quietly, her expression growing increasingly satisfied.

Seeing how happily he was eating, Elise's mood inexplicably improved, and the worry between her brows faded considerably.

After Anser had finished eating, Elise gently asked, "Anser, do you have any resurrection magic items?"

Anser finished the last sip of his drink and shook his head slightly: "No, you want to save Stoll?"

“Yes.” Elise looked slightly disappointed, her elbows resting on the table, her long fingers pressed against her brow. “He can’t die. Without him, Durrag would have changed hands long ago…”

Durag is a free town, also known as the city of adventurers, because it is adjacent to the resource-rich Razortooth Forest and a major trade route, attracting many adventurers and guilds.

Jacqueline Castle was founded during that period by Elise's grandfather.

The town of Durag was once in chaos until Elise's parents died in an accident, and a warrior named Stoll appeared in the town.

Any creature that dared to harass or covet Jacquelineburg was impaled on a crosspost at the edge of the Sharptooth Forest, without exception.

As Elise's warlock talents gradually came into play, no one dared to provoke Jacquelineburg anymore.

But Stoll did not leave. Instead, he formed a federation to govern Durag, with seven seats in total, one of which was held by Jacquelineburg.

But the wasteland is left uncultivated, and once cultivated, it becomes a battleground!

Am set its sights on this small town. After its attempt to subvert the Federation failed, it turned to a full-scale attack. However, they underestimated the determination and strength of a professional who stood at the pinnacle of mortals.

Having suffered several major losses, Amr stopped fighting to the death and has been relatively quiet in recent years.

A few days ago, an adult green dragon flew over the town without anyone bothering it. But for some reason, yesterday the green dragon suddenly appeared and attacked Drag like a madman, killing many, many people.

Stoll has lived here for over twenty years, and all the people he knows are here. How could he possibly give up so easily and keep chasing after the green dragon?

When Elise returned from outside and learned of the situation, she immediately rode her flying carpet to give chase, but it was too late.

“Most magic scrolls are now invalid, and magical items are also problematic. Even if we try to buy them from the major guilds, it will probably be too late,” Anser sighed.

“There will be a chance.” Elise pursed her lips. “I sealed his body in a special magic circle. As long as we can find an item with the ability to resurrect the dead within six months, there is hope for his resurrection.”

"Six months," Anser clicked his tongue, suddenly feeling that the hope was indeed very high.

“I haven’t told the Federation about this yet, for fear of causing panic, but this shouldn’t be a secret for long.” Elise leaned back in her chair, staring blankly at the mural on the ceiling.

Anser did not respond; he was powerless to help.

This was clearly premeditated. Am used any means necessary, stabbing people in the back when there were internal and external troubles. It was really disgusting.

But they are very strong, so no matter how dissatisfied you are, you can only keep it to yourself.

He suddenly remembered his dragon skin pouch, which was full, but only two or three magical items were decent; the rest were not worth wasting his blood on.

I dare not use it if I don't purify it, throwing it away would be harmful, but keeping it takes up space.

It would be better to leave all these things to the Ammun and spread the curse of the vault, so that there would be no need to worry about a dragon coming after you, the "thief," one day.

After all, I have no curse on me and no treasure, so I definitely didn't steal it.

"Have the Ammun people left?"

"No, they retreated to ten miles to the south. They might come back." Elise looked at him strangely, wondering why he was asking this.

Based on her limited understanding of Anser, he was a decent person, but rather pragmatic, and unlikely to risk his life to become some kind of savior.

"Hmm." Anser's eyes flickered, and he felt a little more confident. "By the way, do you know how to process dragon meat? Do you know any masters who can handle this kind of material?"

This is a city of adventurers; it shouldn't lack people like this.

“I knew it!” Elise said irritably, her purple eyes staring straight at him. Anser remained calm: “I thought you didn’t care, and besides, it’s not easy to get. If you want some, I can share some with you.”

“Heh.” Elise sat up straight, her expression serious. “Dragon meat, dragon blood, dragon skin and the like are all high-quality raw materials, very useful for both brewing potions and making magical items.”

"It's useless for you to keep it. Why don't I find you a buyer?"

“Sure.” Anser readily agreed. He needed money to invest in the construction of Holreven.

"Have you processed it? It'll spoil."

"It's been dealt with."

"By the way, I want to buy a lot of meat. The quality doesn't have to be great, but the quantity needs to be large. Where can I buy it?" Anser had eaten his fill, but Holreven still had more than three hundred kobolds who were starving.

Iris was puzzled, but she still pointed her index finger at the lights below the mountain: "Drag doesn't lack meat. Go to the Hunter's Guild. They sell a lot of unprocessed meat every day."

“Okay.” Anser stood up. “I’m going to go for a walk. I might be back later.”

"Now?" Elise raised an eyebrow, sensing that something was off about Anser.

"Is it closed?" Anser asked, puzzled.

"That's not true."

"Then I'll go."

"I'll have the butler take you."

Elise watched Anser's figure disappear through the doorway, remaining silent for a long time.

The old woman beside them remained silent throughout the conversation, not interfering with the two. Only after Anser left did she stand up, pat Elise's hair, and look at her with affection.

"Make your own decisions, don't worry about others, many things are not your responsibility."

Elise turned and hugged her grandmother, burying her head in her arms, and mumbled, "What are you saying?"

Grandma smiled without saying a word.
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Anser declined the butler's offer of a carriage ride, and after walking out the gate, he spread his butterfly wings and flew down to the town below the mountain.

The two places are several kilometers apart, and they arrived quickly.

Before entering the city, he used magic to disguise himself as a short, stout human merchant.

The situation in the city was not good. Many houses had been burned down or destroyed, and many bodies had not yet been recovered. There were cries and sighs everywhere, and very few businesses were open.

'Amm, oh Amm…'

If a country falls into the hands of businessmen, it is truly doomed. They may appear glamorous, but they will either harm their own people or others, and everything is for money.

Anser made a few complaints, then, without lingering, followed the old butler's directions and found the Hunter's Guild in the west of the city.

There were still people on duty here. After he explained his purpose, the person in charge was overjoyed and quickly pulled him to a warehouse that was half-hidden underground.

As soon as the gate opened, a strong smell of blood and decay assaulted the nostrils. The ground was littered with animal carcasses, ranging in size from sheep and dogs to bulls, numbering in the hundreds.

The entrance was filled with slaughtering tools. Under the lights, a dozen butchers were busy cutting up corpses. They looked utterly exhausted and were just doing it on instinct.

These are all ordinary animals, worthless; the valuable ones will definitely be dealt with first.

In the end, Anser contracted the entire warehouse of "wild game" for 250 gold coins.

This price isn't low, considering it's hot and won't keep well.

If he owned a restaurant, he could easily make several times the profit by properly processing and storing the food in an ice cellar.

'It's a pity, it's all for feeding the dogs.'

He drove everyone out, sent all the corpses to Hollevin, and then quietly slipped away.

Once outside the city, he hid in a tree and waited quietly.

'Next up is my guest appearance as the god of wealth. Hopefully, the Ammun people won't be too excited to sleep...'

(End of this chapter)