Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 148 What's the secret to poaching talent?

The scene was silent for a long time before the onlookers finally reacted, shouting at their companions to step back.

If it happens again, my ears will probably ring for days.

"Come forward and speak! What are you doing hiding in the back!" Anser's voice was calm, but no one dared to ignore him anymore.

The bearded man dared not speak, his eyes frequently glancing behind him, but he didn't see his master. The horses were all shaken and spitting, and the nobles who had just stood up were disheveled and covered in dust.

The Tiflin warrior leaned on his longsword, remaining silent throughout, his eyes, hidden behind his helmet, even carrying a hint of a smile.

This is completely different from the plan.

Durag was beset by internal and external troubles and its power was declining. They were "bullying" a member of parliament who was about to be expelled. They originally thought that with a little pressure, they could bring "funds" into the team and replace Graham as the new member of parliament.

Then they'll join forces to sideline the new chairman...

Why doesn't this young man play by the rules?

They bet the Federation wouldn't dare to fight. They had a large number of people and their high-level forces were definitely not inferior, but if it really came down to it, they wouldn't be willing to go all out and didn't have the guts.

"Which one of you is Mr. Salberg?" Anser asked calmly, though inwardly he felt quite disappointed; it seemed there was no experience to be gained today.

He could have easily pretended to be cowardly, backed down step by step, and finally feigned having nowhere to retreat, unable to bear the oppression any longer, and launched a fierce counterattack. That's how it's written in novels, but he didn't do that.

He is a man of grace and magnanimity, perhaps.

His main intention was to expand the size of the federation and the number of parliamentary seats, and to take the opportunity to recruit some talent. He could be assertive, but not too domineering.

A man dressed in a black and gold robe with a short beard pushed through the crowd and stood at the front: "I am Tyrone Salberg. I have met Lord Hallreiwen. I think there must be some misunderstanding here."

"What are you trying to do with so many soldiers? You even injured my guards. You were chased all over the place by the kobolds, but now you're all tough here. Do you think Dulag is easy to bully and want to build a new home here, huh?" Anser said casually, as if stating a fact.

Tyrone's face stiffened, and he quickly explained, "No, that's not true. I did have a business dispute with Mr. Graham, and I lost my temper during the conversation, which led to a small conflict. It's all over now."

Anser looked at him, the dice spun slightly, and a message popped up:
[Terron, Human, Level 7 Warrior (Arcane Knight)]

'Arcane Knight is indeed a noble profession.'

He turned to look at Graham, whose eyes were bloodshot and who looked somewhat haggard: "Congressman Graham, is that so?"

“We have no dispute; Mr. Salberg is mistaken.” Graham bowed slightly, a slight ripple of emotion stirring within him.

He had thought he would be abandoned, but the new president was surprisingly tough; he had clearly been looking for a fight.

"Councilor Quentin, what crime should be committed for gathering a crowd to cause trouble, disturbing the peace, and attacking guards?" Anser chuckled.

Quentin's heart skipped a beat. He glanced at Anser, then braced himself and feigned composure: "Whipping, imprisonment, fines."

He was putting it mildly. Inciting a crowd to cause trouble and attacking guards is an act of defiance against rule and authority, and hanging would be justifiable.

"Who gave the order? Who carried out the deed?" Anser asked Tyrone.

"Lord Holreven, it's just a misunderstanding. I'm willing to pay for their atonement, one thousand gold coins." A hint of shame and anger flashed in Tyrone's eyes, but he forced himself not to lash out.

“This is not Ammon!” Anser emphasized.

Amne is an oligarchy where everything is about money, the law favors the rich, and fines can replace prison sentences.

Tyrone took a few deep breaths, closed his eyes, waved his hand, and tossed down a money bag.

The bearded man's hand gripping the axe handle loosened weakly. He had the courage to fight to the death, but reality always leaves one feeling helpless.

Soon, a ten-man squad was pushed out, while the others left dejectedly, not even daring to pick up the weapons and equipment on the ground.

Quentin breathed a sigh of relief and ordered the guards to take the man into custody and clean up the area.

“It’s the right thing to not fight. If we really fight, the entire West City could be destroyed.” He came to Anser’s side and whispered, “However, they will definitely hold a grudge.”

"Send someone to keep an eye on them, and inform me immediately if anything unusual happens," Anser sneered.

He planned to call Finn out later and have him and Greyhawk keep an eye on people, since he had nothing else to do in Holreven anyway. "Also, investigate those two professionals at the front, one a barbarian and the other a Tifflin warrior. Buy some information from the Thieves' Guild as soon as possible."

"it is good."

Anser thought the two professionals were good; following a cunning and dim-witted nobleman like Salberg would lead to no future.

Elite professionals generally don't sign indentured servitude contracts, so there's a great opportunity to win them over. He currently has plenty of manpower, money, and territory; he's financially powerful.

The onlookers gradually dispersed, their faces beaming with excitement, their enthusiasm undiminished.

Although no fight broke out, there was no shortage of drama. Since the new president arrived in Durag, there has been excitement almost every day.

Anser dismounted and entered the Iron Crown shop. Three wounded guards were lying on the ground. Their injuries were not serious; they all had fractures and external wounds.

When the three men saw him, they struggled to get up, but he stopped them by raising his hand.

He knelt down and touched the guard who had been stabbed in the chest. Holy Healing, overflowing with blessings, flowed in, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Did you chicken out or not?" Anser asked with a smile.

The guard was taken aback, a hint of embarrassment appearing on his youthful face: "No, no."

“Haha, it’s normal to be scared. True courage isn’t about being fearless, but about facing things with unwavering resolve even when you’re afraid.” Anser patted him on the shoulder and continued treating the next person.

The guard stood there dumbfounded; no one had ever said that to him before.

A level 3 paladin only has 15 points of Holy Healing Energy, but that's more than enough to heal three ordinary guards.

After doing all this, Anser got up and went into the courtyard, with Graham silently following behind him.

Did you know about the Mind Flayer beforehand?

"Not aware."

What is the relationship between the Iron Crown and the Iron Throne?

"It's alright. Devon had previously contacted and cooperated with the Iron Throne behind my back, and there was also a strange organization called the Blue Flame Order, both of which I stopped..."

"You're in the prime of your life, haven't you considered starting another family?"

"I haven't been able to conceive."

“Uh,” Anser paused for a moment, then comforted her, “Effort always pays off.”

"Uh-huh."

"Please pay more attention to the political affairs. Remember to come to the Federation meeting at eight o'clock tomorrow to discuss future development plans." Anser waved his hand, decisively ending the awkward conversation, and turned to leave.

Graham stared blankly at his retreating figure, remaining silent for a long time.

After leaving the building, Anser called Quentin over: "The Iron Crown has been unsealed, all personnel have been released, and Senator Graham's duties remain unchanged. Also, there will be an organizational meeting at eight o'clock tomorrow, and all mid- to high-level personnel must attend."

"Understood." Quentin's face lit up with joy, his heart filled with excitement, everything was moving in a positive direction.

Anser rode Nornos back along the long street.

After sealing off Steel Crown yesterday, no other problems were found, including with the personnel. In addition, Graham has a good reputation and ability, so he decided not to pursue the matter any further.

Moreover, Graham himself is a Level 6 elite warrior, one of the backbone of the Federation, and is also skilled in political affairs, making him indispensable.

He looked up at the sky, but there was no sign of the dragons. They must have retreated temporarily. He wondered if the dragons had recognized him.

The wind howled, and Elise flew to his side in a flash.

She just stood by and watched the whole thing from the sidelines, not caring at all.

"The alchemist has arrived..."

(End of this chapter)