Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 142 Who Has a Good Person with a Beard?

The entire third floor of the federation's headquarters is reserved for the president.

Carreno is carefully reviewing the reports submitted by various management teams, making notes from time to time.

Anser silently reviewed the latest intelligence, including information about the Iron Crown compiled by Quentin.

Elise sat opposite him, leisurely sipping tea. Her task for the day was to help Anser familiarize himself with the various tasks and get into his role as soon as possible.

After a long pause, Anser casually tossed it aside and sighed, "Too simplistic."

Durag didn't have an intelligence organization, nor did he. Much of the so-called intelligence was hearsay, and even when it involved a major event, it was only superficial information.

“Establishing an intelligence department is time-consuming and laborious, and it’s hard to see results in a short time. Why not just buy one? Many thieves’ guilds offer this service.” Careno put down the documents in his hand and replied with a smile.

“We’ll see. I’ll go to the Iron Crown’s base myself and find out.” Anser stood up and stretched. “Sitting here is so tiring. It reminds me of my days studying at the Fabian Mage Tower.”

Unfortunately, that was the original owner of the body. He preferred to wander around and couldn't stand being holed up in a pile of case files.

Carreno smirked and shook his head with a strange laugh: "I can hardly imagine that scene."

In his memory, Anser was not a docile person; this was a shared assessment between him and his sister. Thinking of this, his sister's image reappeared in his mind, and his heart trembled, his expression darkening.

Elise looked at Kaleno with great interest. She had met this moon elf before, and he was quite strong. She hadn't expected him to be so organized in handling mundane affairs. He seemed to have a good background.

She grew increasingly curious about Anser's alternate dimension, wondering how many people were inside, and what they looked like...

Anser patted Kaleno on the shoulder without saying much, then looked at Elise: "How much money is left in the account?"

Elise has always held the reins of Durag's finances.

"Over twenty thousand gold coins. Stoll hasn't received any money this year. What, you need some?" Elise asked with a smile. "How much?"

"Ten thousand gold coins first, what are the procedures?" Anser held up one finger, without the slightest embarrassment, which was also one of his purposes.

"Just sign it." Elise seemed to read his mind, turned to the side, rested her elbow on the table, and propped her chin on her hand. "Do you want me to exchange it for supplies?"

“That would be perfect.” Anser opened his dragon-skin pouch and pulled out a list. “Follow this.”

Elise glanced at it casually, somewhat disappointed: "It's only a thousand or so gold coins."

"Then double the quantity, and save the rest of the money." Anser's goal is to vigorously develop Hall Rayven, and everything depends on demand, not to spend money recklessly.

"You're quite good at managing a household," Elise chuckled.

"Take it one step at a time, what's the rush?" Anser didn't seem to care much.

Building an island city from scratch is a long and arduous task, and this amount of investment is certainly far from enough. However, it is essential to plan carefully and avoid making hasty decisions.

These supplies were mainly used for land reclamation and daily life, including various tools, fruits, vegetables and grain seeds, oxen, furniture and daily necessities.

Tap tap tap, footsteps came from downstairs, and then with a creak, the slightly warped wooden door was pushed open.

"President, something's happened." Quentin's voice rang out as soon as the door was halfway open.

"What is it?" Anser raised an eyebrow. Could it be that someone was dissatisfied and was secretly trying to trip him up?

“Someone is spreading rumors about the former president’s death, and they even said…” Quentin looked up at Elise, but hesitated to finish his sentence.

"What else is there to say?" Anser asked, puzzled.

"They also said that the former president was injured while chasing the green dragon and was assassinated by you and Councilor Elise, all for... to seize Durag." Quentin stared intently at Anser, afraid that he would explode at any moment.

"This tactic sounds familiar," Anser said, somewhat annoyed, but didn't immediately react. "They haven't spread rumors about us having an affair. That's not very thorough."

“This…” Quentin hesitated for a moment, then chuckled dryly, “There really is one.”

"Who's having an affair with you!" Elise's eyebrows shot up, her face frosty. Anser smiled helplessly: "That's not the point, okay? The key now is to find the person behind this and deal with them as soon as possible, we can't let it escalate."

Public opinion can be devastating; even the golden statue of a paladin might not be of any use, let alone the fact that breaking oaths is commonplace. It is said that rumors stop with the wise, but how many are truly wise? Most people in the world are mediocre.

“Whoever benefits is the one who did it.” Elise calmed down, her face ashen.

She was genuinely angry. She hated these kinds of underhanded schemes and plots, especially since this one targeted two people she cared about deeply.

"It's hard to say. There are only a dozen or so people who know the truth, most likely Senator Graham. But what's the point of him doing this? Without Anser, he wouldn't have been elected president."

"And it's too obvious; it's easy for others to guess who it is," Careno analyzed.

“It’s most likely the Amu,” Quentin speculated. “They’re trying to sow discord within the Alliance and force Chairman Anser out. If they succeed, the Amu will benefit the most.”

He always blames the Amnesians for everything, which shows he harbors deep resentment.

“There’s another possibility.” Anser’s heart skipped a beat when he thought of the Mind Flayer’s ugly octopus face. He grabbed the Scepter of Protection and stepped out the door. “I’m going to check on the Iron Crown’s base. You gather a squad of guards and wait for my news.”

"You yourself?" Quentin felt a little tired. How come this new chairman's style of doing things is exactly the same as Stoll's?

"Otherwise, why not just arrest the senator?" Anser waved his hand and disappeared at the top of the stairs.

They have no evidence, and arresting lawmakers so soon after taking office will only make other senior officials feel insecure and make public opinion even more difficult to control.

The forces behind each member of parliament are important pillars for Durag. Forcing out or driving away a few would be tantamount to cutting off one's own arm and would also make outsiders look down on him.

When Anser left the camp, he had become an ordinary person with no distinguishing features, wearing a tattered sun hat, hunching over, and swaying as he walked west along the street.

The most prosperous city is Durragnan, but it is mostly inhabited by ordinary people and newly arrived adventurers. The western city is adjacent to the Razortooth Forest, and a large number of adventurers come and go every day. Many guilds and merchant guilds are located here.

Anser kept his head down the whole way, but in reality, he was using "Detect Good and Evil" to keep track of the creatures within a dozen meters of him.

As we approach Xicheng District, the flow of people becomes increasingly dense.

He walked all the way to the city gate, but his attention was drawn to a very impressive wooden building next to it. A plaque hung high above the door, which read "Crown of Steel".

'Nothing unusual.' He then walked to a dark alleyway nearby, squatted down, and closed his eyes, pretending to rest.

""

Secret Eye!
With a barely audible dragon's voice, an invisible eye that only he could perceive floated in the air, then gently drifted out of the alley and into the wooden building.

"I'm just scouting the enemy," he told himself, but he still felt awkward.

The Secret Eye is different from the regular eye. It can observe any direction at the same time, as if it has opened a God's-eye view. These scenes are transmitted to the mind through the mental link, and every detail is clear and vivid.

Unfortunately, we can only watch, not listen.

Although the Arcane Eye is invisible, Anser still tried to make it float along the corners, searching room by room, layer by layer.

Even after the Mystic Eyes had searched every room and courtyard, they still found nothing special: ordinary people, ordinary goods, and no secret gatherings.

"Check it again. If that doesn't work, turn on the good/evil detection and take a walk around the first floor."

He manipulated his secret technique to slip through any cracks, especially walls and underground, and then inexplicably slipped from the first-floor storeroom into a dark, enclosed space.

'A secret vault?'

Before he could even check, a flash of light appeared, and the secret eye was broken, collapsing instantly.

In the last instant before his vision faded, an ugly face covered in tentacles entered Anser's mind.

"I'm... "

(End of this chapter)