Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 152 Druid

'This... isn't as terrible as I imagined.' Anser stroked his chin, not exactly disappointed, but not particularly delighted either.

In fact, he also knew that there were almost no weapons or equipment in this world that would make one invincible once acquired, not even legendary artifacts.

The effectiveness of a magical item depends largely on its user.

However, to be honest, "Eureka's Protection" was definitely the most powerful magical item he had ever come into contact with.

Not only does it possess immunity to petrification, it also has toxin resistance, making it quite effective against certain organisms.

The strongest is still the "Petrification Emblem," which ignores all kinds of protection and can only be resisted by physical constitution. It is very difficult to save from it. Even a level 16 warrior with 20 constitution has only a 50% chance of successfully saving from it.

If the enemy is caught off guard or is in poor condition, they will most likely be unable to withstand the petrification effect and will be at his mercy.

The only downside is that it's too close.

The most useless part is the three spells attached to the shield, which rely on magic nets, and given the current situation, the success rate of casting them is less than 20%.

He gave Finn his original Berry Staff, which Finn used every day, but often ran out of power and could not recharge successfully even once.

Despite being an incomplete version of a legendary item, it still became Anser's primary weapon against powerful enemies.

Moreover, the legendary shield has another characteristic: it is extremely tough and difficult to damage, making it perfect for self-defense.

Anser put down his shield, took off his brightly colored royal butterfly cloak, carefully folded it, and placed it aside.

This item saved his life and its flight ability was very useful. Now that he has the ability to fly even faster and various life-saving items, he really doesn't need it much anymore.

He found a set of arm straps among his previous loot, put them on, and then carried "Eureka's Protection" on his back, carefully fastening them to prevent them from being stolen.

Longswords can be put into dragon skin pouches, but shields should ideally be readily available for handling unexpected situations.

The art style is a bit strange, but his strength is not strong, so wearing armor would be too heavy and would seriously affect his agility. Besides, he doesn't need to wear armor anyway.

Anser went downstairs and called Finn over, then teleported him and Greyhawk back to the Alliance.

Carreno and Quentin had already returned and were having a lively discussion. When they saw him come out carrying a shield, they didn't ask any questions.

Legendary items don't have any flashy magical aura, so unless Anser says so, people who don't know them wouldn't associate this shield with legend.

“Finn, you stay here and let Greyhawk keep an eye on a group of people for me…” Ansel pulled Finn aside and explained the situation of Salberg’s group to him.

"Let me look." Finn's eyebrows twitched; he liked the feeling of being needed.

Hollevin's life made him very uncomfortable. Blatt was busy all the time, while he was idle and somewhat lost.

Salberg's group was large and had only been gone a short time, making them easy to locate; Grayhawk quickly pinpointed their location.

“They’ve split up, into four or five groups…” Finn reported the situation to Anser.

"Internal strife?" Anser was not surprised. Salberg had lost face and his prestige was no longer enough to retain the nobles of those Claw City-states.

"Did you see that bearded barbarian and the Tifflin warrior?" he pressed.

“Tifflin didn’t see him. The bearded man was with Salberg in the black and gold burqa; they had the most people, about sixty or seventy of them…”

“Huh?” Anser’s expression was subtle. “It seems that group of people really are mercenaries.”

He instructed Finn to keep an eye on things, preparing to assess the situation before taking action, and he had a feeling that this Salberg was definitely not going to stay quiet and would surely cause trouble.

"President, are you done with your work?" Quentin asked, approaching them as soon as they finished their conversation.

"Is something wrong?"

“Little Harold just sent someone to inform you that the supplies you requested are ready and are in the Federation’s warehouse.” Quentin said, handing him a key.

“Little Harold?” Anser immediately recognized him. This was the tax officer of Durag, and also the second son of the old butler of Jacquelineburg. The other party had probably been instructed not to come directly to him, but only to deliver the keys so that he could move the supplies on his own.

"Where's the warehouse?" he asked, holding the keys in his hand.

"I'll have a guard take you there." Quentin, unaware of the details, chose to avoid suspicion.

The warehouse was located south of the Federation's headquarters, next to a small alley, and next to the guard's training base.

The guards all recognized Anser, but they didn't open the door for him because they were only on duty.

Anser opened the door and entered alone. The room was filled with all sorts of supplies, two to three times the quantity on the supply list.

Grains, vegetables, dried fruits, wine, seasonings, various furniture, all kinds of tools... and a batch of small animals and fish and shrimp fry, all alive, it looks like they were just delivered recently.

Two thousand gold coins is a huge sum of money. When converted into ordinary supplies, it is a very large amount. If he were to purchase them all by himself, he would probably work himself to death and still not be able to buy them all.

For example, many of those furniture and tools are rushed out; without status and connections, even paying more might not guarantee you'll get them.

'That's the advantage of being the boss; you can get things done with just a few words,' Anser sighed, taking out the Scepter of Protection and activating the Paradise Mark to notify Blatt.

Then, the supplies were marked and sent to Hollerwein one by one. It took more than half an hour to empty the warehouse.

He left the rest to Blatter, who would naturally handle the supplies properly.

I hope that when I go back tonight, the Black Tower won't be empty anymore.

Back at the federation, he removed his shield and sat down at his desk to begin organizing tomorrow's meeting.

He had considered copying some of the management models from his previous life, but then he gave up, as the social environments and levels of civilization were completely different, and messing around with them might make things worse.

Ultimately, his plan was simply to separate military and political affairs, with himself taking control of the military.

City management was left to Graham and Consul Rein, while security was left to Quentin and Sheriff Pardo.

The guard was split in two. Fifty guards who knew a little about the law were given to Pardo, and some more people were recruited to form a guard of one hundred, specifically responsible for the city's security.

The other guards were formed into an independent army, the Dulag Defense Force, which was placed under the command of Giant Tail, with a total strength of 350 men.

The two groups also have different treatment: the guards receive a weekly salary of 8.5 silver coins, while the defense force receives a weekly salary of 1.5 gold coins, with combat and casualty compensation also increasing.

This salary level is actually not high. With prices soaring now, everything is expensive. This amount of money can only maintain a normal life. It's really a bit stingy to ask someone to work so hard.

Unfortunately, Durag's financial situation is not good, and adding these is already the limit.

However, compared to the private soldiers of nobles who couldn't even get their full salaries, this offer was quite attractive. Recruiting should be very easy; plenty of refugees would be willing to come.

As he pondered, he heard the sound of birds flapping their wings.

flapping, flapping...

He turned his head to look out the window. On the sunlit windowsill, a small yellow-green sparrow was looking at him through the glass. Its eyes reflected the light and were exceptionally bright and intelligent.

Like people.

Anser immediately sensed something was wrong, narrowed his eyes, activated the True Sight Magic Ring, and as the magic surged, a circle of spiritual light surrounded his eyes, instantly changing his vision.

The birds at the window turned into a blurry shadow, and in their place appeared a small, thin human figure with striking, jewel-like green eyes.

'Druid!'

Tap, tap, the little sparrow pecked at the window twice with its beak, as if greeting him.

(End of this chapter)