Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 99 The lingering ghost
Anser was right. After lunch, the area outside the small manor became increasingly noisy, with a steady stream of visitors coming to visit.

This is an upscale residential area, and those who can enter are all of some status, including well-known adventurers, professionals, or nobles and high-ranking officials of city-states.

Mrs. Tim couldn't afford to offend her, so she had the butler and Sandray entertain her.

Most people came for Anser or what he had, some indirectly, some directly.

Anser followed Sandree's advice and, under the pretext of meditation, did not meet with anyone, leaving everything to Blatter.

These people have unclear intentions, and their power and background are complicated. It's better not to see them. People who are truly sensible or important will not come to visit when Tim is not around, because it would be too presumptuous.

Another reason is that he is just too charming!

Ever since they met him, the women of the Tim family have been constantly in his sight, using all sorts of strange excuses.

Even Tim's daughter Tina came several times, each time wearing a different outfit.

This made Anser realize that a disguise was necessary, otherwise he would encounter many "entanglements" wherever he went.

Blatt, on the other hand, was enjoying himself. His position as the captain of the guards at Baldur's Gate Hospital wasn't solely due to his professional status; his emotional intelligence and IQ were both top-notch.

It doesn't sound surprising, but it's really rare. After all, even in my previous life, many people would just have thought it was normal.

Anser hid in his room, enjoying this rare moment of peace and quiet.

Looking out at the azure bay, he thought that if it weren't for those monsters, settling here would be a good choice.

With nothing else to do, he tried to break the curse on the treasure vault of the magical items in the dragon skin pocket using the blood of a half-dragon or a wyvern, but found that the effect was almost negligible.

On the contrary, his own blood was more effective, but now that the alien race was besieging the city, a battle could break out at any time, so in order to maintain his condition, he did not bleed indiscriminately.

There is another way to break the curse: make the treasure part of another dragon's treasure vault.

He is a true dragon too.

However, this method is useless against the young dragons, whose true dragon power is too weak to be tainted by the curse that drives away other dragons.

Moreover, the fledglings live with their parents and have to hand over half a gold coin, so they don't have their own treasure trove.

'Let's wait a little longer.' Anser wasn't in a hurry.

The items stolen from the vault by the Dragonskin Bag are random, mainly consisting of coins, gems, and common magical items, with items like elemental orbs being relatively rare.
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As evening approached, Tim finally returned.

But he didn't come back alone; he brought a bunch of people with him.

The villas were not far apart, and Anser saw them from his window. After a while, Sandree came to invite him over.

Anser took Blatt and Giant Tail with him, while Finn and Nornos stayed home to avoid a lot of things being stolen.

Sandray led the way, and as soon as they entered the reception room, more than a dozen pairs of eyes turned to look at them.

Their emotions were well hidden and difficult to discern from their appearance, but the holy emblem in Anser's arms was burning hot, indicating that there were people from the evil faction among them, which made him secretly wary.

“Let me introduce you.” Tim stood up and walked to Anser’s side, giving him a subtle wink. “This is Mr. Anser, from Baldur’s Gate. He has always fought on the front lines against the alien invasion, and once fought alongside Paladin Rand in Livington…”

Tim's information was likely hearsay, not very accurate, and somewhat exaggerated, but Anser couldn't correct him in front of so many people.

“This is Mr. Italo Calvino, the great reader from Candleburg…” Tim pointed to an elderly man of medium build in a white robe.

He looked very old, with withered skin and white hair and beard, but his back was straight and his rare silver-gray eyes were bright and piercing.

Anser bowed slightly. The name of a person is like the shadow of a tree. There are only eight great readers in Candleburg. They rarely go out and hold a prestigious position.

Candlecastle is a well-structured monastery of knowledge, with the highest leader being the Scroll Guardian, the second-in-command being the First Reader, and below them are eight Great Readers, who form the core management team.

In addition, there are chanters, guides, guards, etc., not many in number, but with great strength.

The Great Reader Italo's gaze swept over the giant tail and the floating elemental orbs beside him, then locked onto Anser, his expression calm: "This is a delightful encounter, Mr. Anser."

“Hmm.” Anser, puzzled, paused for a second, then said, “Me too.”

Tim glanced at the two of them, sensing something was off, and quickly continued introducing the others: "This is Duke Hockenberg Selig, the Lord of Bluewater City..." "Good evening, Your Excellency." Anser's expression remained unchanged, but inwardly he was silently complaining, because this dukedom was self-proclaimed.

"Haha, I saw that battle today, it was truly spectacular..." Selig was dressed in magnificent aristocratic attire, with a slender build and dark skin, and his eyes were almost invisible when he laughed.

As he approached, the holy emblem on Anser's chest suddenly became burning hot, and a ray of white light shone through his collar.

Selig seemed to realize something, his smile stiffened for a moment, and then he returned to his seat as if nothing had happened.

Anser and Tim exchanged a glance, finding it amusing.

Seeing this, most of the other city lords stopped stepping forward, merely nodding in acknowledgment, their expressions becoming much colder.

Anser remained calm; lawful evil nobles were common and nothing to be surprised about.

However, after this incident, the city lords seemed to have lost interest in further discussions and directly expressed their desire to purchase the materials he possessed.

Anser certainly wouldn't refuse. He wasn't morally fastidious; selling to whom was the same as selling to someone else, as long as the price was reasonable.

Lord Selig didn't talk about money. Instead, he smiled and took out two boxes from his pocket, placing them on the table in front of him.

“Dragon-related materials are rare and difficult to price. I’ll trade this for you.” His eyes were full of confidence.

Anser's heart skipped a beat. He got up, took the box, and opened it to look inside.

As he expected, it contained one earth element essence and one water element essence.

He picked it up and held it in front of his eyes. The yellowish-brown and dark blue light reflected on his face, and a smile quietly bloomed on his lips.

'It came to me without any effort at all.'

In the past, the charred corpses of a dragon and a half-dragon probably wouldn't be enough to exchange for two elemental essences, but now that spellcasters are in decline and magical items and materials are abundant, it's a perfect opportunity for him.

"I can't refuse, deal!" He didn't hesitate for long.

"Alright, shall I have my men take the things away now?" Selig stood up, seemingly impatient.

“No problem.” Anser put away the elemental essence and let Blatt and Giant Tail follow him to hand over the materials.

The city lords left together, and soon only Anser, Tim, and the Great Reader Italo remained in the reception room.

“I feel like I sold it at a loss,” Anser said, shaking his head regretfully.

That's how transactions are; if you don't bargain or the other party agrees too readily, you always feel like you've lost out.

“Not bad.” Tim was amused by Anser’s expression. “These two elemental essences are ones he just acquired; it took him a lot of effort to get them.”

"It seems... there's an urgent need?" Anser asked, puzzled.

Ordinary magical materials cannot compare to finished magical items, since manufacturing also requires time and cost, and there is a possibility of failure.

Even in a hurry, one cannot immediately turn magical materials into magical items, which is why he felt that Selig was acting strangely.

"I don't know." Tim shook his head slightly. Selig was unpredictable, and his actions just now showed nothing unusual.

The avid reader Italo calmly spoke up: "I do know a little about this."

"Recently, Lord Selig has been in close contact with an organization called the Blue Flame Order, possibly hoping to obtain dragon blood through some kind of ritual and regain his spellcasting abilities..."

Anser frowned, not expecting the Blue Flame Order to have such a long reach.

Lord Selig is a level 7 Arcane Knight, and it's not impossible for him to cooperate with the Blue Flame Order in order to regain his spellcasting ability.

Using half-dragon or wyvern flesh as ritual materials sounds much more normal than using warlock blood.

"As far as I know, this ritual is flawed and has strong negative effects."

As he spoke, he focused his attention on Italo, and after the dice had been spinning for a long time, he still detected nothing.

(End of this chapter)