Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 141 A biting dog never barks
Golden sunlight bathed the earth, and Durag awoke from his slumber.

The streets are getting more and more crowded, and people are starting another busy day.

The Federation's headquarters was bustling with activity. Federation staff members were gathering there, guards were assembled, and the security was tight. Everyone had a serious expression, but their eyes were filled with excitement and anticipation.

Outsiders, puzzled and curious, speculated whether something big was about to happen, and many gathered at the bulletin board opposite the residence to wait.

At this moment, all the senior executives who were still breathing were present in the conference room of the Federation headquarters, their expressions solemn.

The head seat at the long table was empty, and Anser sat opposite him, calmly facing everyone's gaze.

Quentin glanced around and cleared his throat: "The meeting will now proceed to the final vote. Those who agree to appoint Mr. Anser Hollevin as the president of the Durag Federation, please raise your hands."

Amid the complex gazes of all the high-ranking officials, almost all the members of parliament raised their hands at the same time.

"Unanimously approved!" Quentin stood up, his tense expression melting away, his face full of smiles, and bowed slightly to Anser. "Now, please invite the Chairman to take his seat and give a speech."

Anser hadn't expected things to go so smoothly, without a single dissenting voice, since they really didn't know each other well.

This was inseparable from the support of Elise and Quentin; others could only keep their opinions to themselves.

He stood up, stepped forward, and sat down in the main seat, with Elise on his right and Quentin on his left.

"Thank you all for your trust. At present, Dulag is beset by internal and external troubles. I hope that everyone will work together to protect this rare peaceful place."

"I'm not yet familiar with how Dulag is operating, so everything will remain the same. Please keep it in mind," Anser said with a faint smile.

"It should be..."

Seeing that the new president wasn't giving orders, everyone's smiles grew even brighter, and the atmosphere immediately relaxed.

Next, the group discussed the announcement of the appointment and the major issues facing Durag.

Ultimately, everyone unanimously decided to continue concealing the news of the former chairman Stoll's death, saying that he was seriously injured and temporarily retired, with Anser becoming the new chairman.

The meeting ended, leaving only Anser, Quentin, and Elise in the room.

Quentin is Durag's "chief steward," managing everything and knowing everything about Durag's situation.

He was a close confidant of Stoll, with no real power or background.

Besides him, the other five councilors are not ordinary people. They are all backed by organizations or families that can influence the city's landscape, such as Jacqueline Castle of Elise.

Quentin knew Anser's purpose in seeking him out, and proactively revealed everything he knew.

Dulag is neither too big nor too small, with a permanent population of less than 10,000. The Federation has about 400 members, including more than 350 guards and more than 70 staff members.

The guards are a unified force of the military, police, and law enforcement, with a wide range of functions including maintaining order, administering justice, patrolling, and guarding the city. They are the core armed force of Dulag.

Sheriff Pardo was personally appointed by Stoll and was considered a trusted and trusted member of his inner circle.

Harold the tax collector, a native of Jacquelineburg, is the second son of the old butler and is in charge of Durrag's purse. This is why Elise knows so much about Durrag's financial situation.

“You might need to pay more attention to Senator Graham. He recommended Governor Rein, and his Steel Crown Chamber has grown rapidly in recent years, seizing a large share of the arms market and becoming increasingly ostentatious,” Quentin warned.

"The Crown of Steel?" Anser asked, puzzled.

“I suspect it’s a merchant guild under the Iron Throne, and the Iron Crown is just a disguise.” Elise curled her lip. “The evidence is that they used to be honest, but in recent years they have been targeting my merchant guild frequently with despicable methods.”

Jacquelineburg does all sorts of business, owning multiple farms, wineries, and ranches, but its core product is high-end weaponry, which is in high demand in Dürerg.

Competition has always existed, but anyone who dares to use underhanded tactics against Jacquelineburg must have something to rely on.

Anser remained silent. It turned out that this girl had her own ulterior motives in making him the president.

The Iron Throne had just plotted against him, and if the allegations were true, he couldn't possibly stand idly by.

“It could also be the Amm.” Quentin thought this was more likely, because the Amm had once bribed the Union, and only Graham’s attitude was ambiguous.

“Probably not. Graham’s parents, wife, and children all died in Amn.” Elise shook her index finger slightly. Anser pondered for a moment, then decided to go and see for himself: “Mr. Quentin, compile a report on Senator Graham and the Iron Crown and get it to me as soon as possible.”

In addition, recruit more men for the guard as soon as possible to reach 350, even more is acceptable. Things will get very chaotic, and the army is of paramount importance. Also, I brought two people with me..."

He arranged for the Giant Tail and the Green Dragonborn to join the guard, with the Giant Tail leading a team and holding a position second only to Sheriff Pardo.

On the one hand, it can enhance control over the guards, and on the other hand, it can strengthen the guards' combat effectiveness.

Carreno temporarily served as the president's assistant, stationed at the federation, relaying Anser's instructions and representing him in managing and overseeing various affairs.

This was his own suggestion. He was worried about his sister and didn't want to stay in the closed-off Hollevin. In the city, he could receive all kinds of information and always have the opportunity to learn about the outside world.

Anser couldn't be happier. Kaleno was a level 4 psionic warrior, strong, intelligent, and knowledgeable, making him perfectly capable of handling this task.

“No problem, I’ll take care of it right away.” Quentin stood up, displaying a decisive and efficient demeanor.

Since you chose the person yourself, you can't be fickle.

“Wait, let’s find a place to release all the spoils. There are quite a few muskets among them, which can be used to equip the guards,” Anser called out to him.

"This... all for us?" Quentin was surprised, then his face lit up with joy.

Muskets are very expensive; even an old one costs dozens of gold coins, while an ordinary guard's annual salary is less than forty gold coins.

"To be precise, these are the spoils of war from the Federation's participation, along with some weapons and armor. Most of them can still be used after some repairs. We'll discuss the specifics of how to distribute them later," Anser emphasized.

Now that he is the chairman, he regards the guards as his own strength, and strengthening their combat capabilities is imperative.

“Yes, I understand.” Quentin smiled, his face full of wrinkles, not expecting Anser to be so generous. “The guard training base next door has warehouses and a logistics department that specializes in repairing weapons and equipment.”

"Walk."

The group went out together and headed to the guard's storeroom.

After driving away the unrelated personnel, Anser waved his hand, and batches of weapons and equipment filled a corner of the warehouse.

In yesterday's battle, the Amm army suffered a complete defeat; more than 320 people were captured, and the rest were either seriously wounded or killed. The cost of treating them was too high, so they were all abandoned.

Of the thousand men, there were three musket squads. Three hundred muskets were left behind, most of which were damaged, but nearly two hundred remained intact and usable.

After a brief discussion, the three decided to leave 120 rifles for the guards, ensuring they had sufficient weapons and ammunition, and to buy more if needed, to form a 100-man musket squad.

Anser took the remaining dozens of muskets and ammunition, as well as two hundred sets of intact weapons and leather armor. Holreven would have to build an army sooner or later, so he was preparing in advance.

After leaving the guards with hundreds of weapons and leather armor, the rest were left to Elise's disposal.

After looking through the register of magical items, she only took two anti-magic arrows and nothing else.

Anser knew she was considerate of a poor man, so she didn't stand on ceremony.

With nearly thirty magical items, each worth a considerable sum, he decided to let Salian and the others choose first, then keep a few good ones and sell the rest.

After all that fuss, it was already noon when Anser finally left the guard's post.

The entire Durag was in an uproar. The Federation's announcement was like a bomb dropped into deep water, causing a huge uproar.

Everywhere, people were talking about the Federation's new president, and Anser's name was spreading like wildfire.

This man was responsible for the annihilation of a thousand elite Ammun soldiers and killed a black dragon; more than two hundred people witnessed his achievements.

This news is even more shocking than his election as president!
Especially after the battlefield was exposed, adventurers "stole" the soil soaked in the blood of the black dragon, further confirming the authenticity of this information.

The title of Dragon Slayer was bestowed upon the new president.

However, a piece of news, leaked from who knows where, quietly spread throughout Drag, causing the heated atmosphere to become tense once again.

Former president Stoll is dead!
(End of this chapter)