Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 140 President
Anser put the javelin into his dragonskin pouch, something he had obtained in battle, and keeping it was perfectly normal.

Besides the javelin, the most special thing was the two anti-magic arrows, which Salian gave to him separately after finding them.

Once launched, this thing creates a powerful magical vacuum in the target area. It doesn't last long and its effect is far less than a true anti-magic field, but it's enough to suppress most spellcasters.

If coordinated well, one person can suppress the spellcaster with arrows while the others focus their fire to take them down.

Fortunately, Elise helped him interfere today; otherwise, with nowhere to hide in mid-air and having to withstand attacks from hundreds of people, it would have been difficult for him not to get injured.

'The strength of the Ammun people should not be underestimated,' Anser sighed inwardly.

If he were just an ordinary spellcaster, he would be doomed today.

The other magical equipment was also good, but none of it was usable by spellcasters.

He collected everything and returned to Jacquelineburg with only the spoils register.

As soon as he appeared, he looked up and saw Elise lying on her side on the sofa, covered with a purple cloak, fast asleep.

After looking around, he confirmed that this was his bedroom and he hadn't gone to the wrong place.

He got up and walked to the opposite side of the sofa, where he noticed a stack of documents on the coffee table, with his own name prominently displayed in the handwritten titles.

"Proposal to nominate His Excellency Anser Hollevin as President of the Federation"

"Are you interested?"

A lazy voice came from behind him. He looked up and saw that Elise was awake, but she didn't get up. She was resting her chin on her hand and tilting her head to look at him.

"Isn't the president Stoll?" Anser picked up the documents, sat on the sofa, and casually flipped through them.

“But he’s dead.” Elise pouted, looking helpless. “Besides, he didn’t care about anything when he was alive; Quentin handled everything, big and small.”

Even if he were to be resurrected, he wouldn't fight you for it.

"Shouldn't the president be chosen from among the members?" Anser asked without looking up. He found the proposal to be quite comprehensive, with a great deal of detail.

“There are always exceptions, especially in extraordinary times.” Elise shifted her posture, her cloak sliding down to reveal a pair of bare feet.

She never wears shoes in her own castle.

Anser's mind raced, many thoughts flashing through his head. He said nothing, simply flipping through the document in his hand.

The proposal outlines the president's general responsibilities and powers.

The responsibility is to develop Durag, promote economic prosperity, attract professionals and adventurers, and protect the property and personal safety of members of parliament and residents...

The term "power" is used very broadly, encompassing everything from policy-making and personnel appointments to military power and financial authority.

Unlike elsewhere, the president of the federation can take money directly from the tax surplus, which was set by Stoll, and he did just that.

"How much tax revenue does Durag have each year?" Anser asked.

"Transaction tax, commission tax, agricultural tax, property tax, business tax, etc., it costs about 100,000 gold coins a year."

"The guard's military expenses are over 20,000, and the staff salaries are also over 10,000. After deducting road maintenance, pensions, and so on... all in all, we can probably only leave 20,000 to 30,000." Elise said casually, yet as if reciting a familiar story, clearly very knowledgeable about it.

"Such a small town can collect 100,000 gold coins a year?" Anser asked in surprise.

No wonder there are so many mage lords, no wonder Stoll set up a federation to manage things, yet he's unwilling to let go easily.

Elise chuckled, sat up, and looked at Anser with interest: "What do you think taxes are based on?"

“Good management, sound systems, and a strong military,” Anser mused.

“You’re all right.” Elise clenched her little fist and shook it at him. “In the end, it still comes down to this.”

In some places, collecting even a few thousand gold coins is a struggle, while others can get major guilds to obediently pay commission taxes.

Anser suddenly realized the Alliance's motives. Stoll was a level 17 or higher professional, strong and prestigious, making everything he did convenient. Even the strongest forces had to give him face when they came here to stay.

The news of Stoll's death cannot be kept secret for long. Once the news spreads, Elise alone cannot uphold the banner of the Federation.

A sharp drop in income is inevitable, and it may even be impossible to afford to support guards and staff.

The Federation needs a dragon slayer to deter all sides and maintain stability.

"Understood?" Elise raised an eyebrow.

“Hmm.” Anser stroked his chin, lost in thought.

No one would complain about having too much money, and this opportunity is rare.

Once he takes control of the Federation, all resources will be at his disposal.

“You can try it, there’s nothing to lose anyway.” Elise looked at him intently. “Nobody’s asking you to die with Durag.”

“I’m also very curious to know what it’s like to be the city lord.” Anser grinned and did not refuse.

“Then you’ll come with me to the Federation tomorrow morning, President.” Elise said, giggling.

"Do I need to bring anything?" Anser pursed his lips, not understanding what was so funny.

“Bring people, trustworthy people, to be stationed at the Federation,” Elise added.

"it is good."
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Naskel, the governing hall.

The majestic and magnificent hall was brightly lit, and all the guards stood ramrod straight with solemn expressions. Even when mosquitoes bit their faces, they dared not shoo them away.

Inside the top-floor conference room, nearly twenty people sat on both sides of a dark-colored long table, all with their heads bowed and silent, creating an unusually somber atmosphere.

"Speak! Are you still breathing?"

The leader had deep-set eyes, and his dark blue eyes gleamed with a white light, as if he came from hell. His chilling gaze swept over the faces of those around him, and no one dared to meet his eyes.

A warrior with a wolf-like face and protruding canines suddenly stood up; it was none other than the barbarian Derek.

"Sir, this matter was originally foolproof, but Commander Moore did not heed my advice, the march was slow, there was a struggle for command, and the opportunity was missed..."

Furthermore, the spellcaster named Anser was incredibly powerful, completely contrary to the intelligence reports, and he also had the assistance of treants. My subordinates were incompetent and failed to kill him in time.

Derek lowered his head, spoke earnestly, and showed a good attitude in admitting his mistakes, but what he said differed greatly from the situation of the battle during the day.

"Oh..." The man slapped the battle report in front of him and said indifferently, "So it's all because our comrades were stupid and the intelligence was wrong."

You've done a great job by bringing back the intelligence in time.

One fled, the other surrendered; you two have inherited the fine traditions of the Amn military.

Derek dared not speak, and the meeting room fell silent once again.

After a long silence, a bald middle-aged man stood up abruptly: "Sir..."

"Ok?"

“Sir,” the bald man immediately changed his tune, “Belgost is currently being targeted by the Green Dragonflight, and the Dragonflight Guard is rampant. Most of our combat forces have been mobilized there, leaving insufficient troops in the city. Perhaps we should postpone this matter for now.”

"Sit aside? Each one of you is more foolish than the last. If we don't deal with it now, do you think the enemy will just sit there waiting for us?" The man laughed angrily, slapping his cheek with a mocking expression. "Don't I have any face left?"

"Pass on my order: prepare the army for battle and take Draghi within half a month!"

"Yes……"

(End of this chapter)