Mechanical God Emperor - 315. Chapter 315-Arthur and Baisha

“Graffity!! This is vindictiveness! My vindictiveness!!”

Carl opened his eyes, feeling the changes in his body, his eyes were full of excitement, and he let out a scream from the sky, and two lines of clear tears flowed out of his eyes.

Over the years, Carl has been aware that although no one dared to speak of him in person, many people secretly laughed at him as a trash. Many people in the Saramanda family secretly wanted to replace him, because the Saramanda family was founded by martial arts, and the martial arts within the family are extremely strong. He was an heir who couldn’t cultivate vindictiveness, and he was not recognized by others at all.

Now Karl has been promoted to become a great knight, and has opened up the meridians under the strengthening of the potion, and the road of cultivation will be smooth in the future, and he will no longer be a waste of cultivation.

Carl was full of confidence, strode to Yang Feng, smiled and said: “Master Ian, I am Carl the heir of the Salamanda family. Thank you for your potion. I owe you a favor. If you need it in the future, you can. Come and find me in the Salamanda family!”

Yang Feng smiled and said: “Carl, I just took out the potion to sell it. I bought the potion. It’s your skill. You don’t need to thank me.”

Carl smiled heartily: “Haha, good! Master Ian, can you make friends with me?”

Yang Feng smiled and said, “Of course!”

Carl’s change made everyone see it, and the big figures of the Morrison Empire became even more crazy, vying for the bottles of various potions sold by Yang Feng.

The one hundred bottles of potions released by Yang Feng were quickly sold out, and he raised about 20 million gold coins for him.

Garza on the side almost laughed from ear to ear, more than 20 million gold coins, he could at least get more than 4 million gold coins. This huge sum of money is enough for him to recruit more masters and buy more weapons and equipment.

Before the crazy potion conference was about to end, Yang Feng walked slowly to the high platform.

Betsy followed Yang Feng a little awkwardly.

Below that high platform, the big figures of the Morrison Empire stared at Yang Feng one by one, a look of awe flashed in their eyes.

Ian, the master of potions, a bottle of potion can change a person’s destiny. Such a strong man, those big figures in the Morrison Empire would not be willing to offend him if they were not driven to desperation.

Yang Feng casually pointed at Betsy beside him and said lightly: “I am Ian, here to announce one thing. I have obtained your majesty’s permission to build a magic academy in the Holy Capital Blue City. An academy that specializes in cultivating magicians. Your Majesty will serve as the dean of that magic academy, and I will serve as the first deputy dean. If you are interested, you can ask her to find out.”

Hearing Yang Feng’s words, the big figures of the Morrison Empire below had their eyes red, and they stood firmly against Betsy, their eyes flashing with scorching heat.

Betsy looked at the gazes of the big men, feeling a little scared in her heart.

The power of magic is one of the strongest powers under the gods on the plane of Fesuo. A magic army commanded by a wizard can completely blast a dozen celebrity sword saints into scum.

Human Sword Saints are cultivators who attack the strong and defend the weak. The sword in their hand can kill the great warlock-level strong, but once they are stretched away, a first-level spell fireball can be blasted on them. They were hit hard. A second-level spell rocket explosion can kill them if it hits their bodies.

The only way for a human sword saint to fight a magician is to prevent the magician from locking his position, and behead the opponent before the magician chants the magic. Of course, the tyrannical Swordmaster of Human Race can also smash a second-level attack spell with a sword with the power of vindictiveness. However, their resistance to various curse spells is extremely low, and they are inevitable at all. They can only use grudges to strengthen their own body resistance.

Magicians are so powerful, and also because of the existence of magic nets and the ancient ways of inheriting magicians, the number of magicians has been very scarce.

The Holy Capital Blue City is the imperial capital of the Morrison Empire. Magicians are so common. It is very difficult to find a magician in some remote cities.

The status of a formal magician is also extremely high. In the Morrison Empire, a formal magician has a status comparable to that of a nobleman and enjoys many privileges that nobles can only enjoy. This is also an opportunity for many civilians to make their heads.

Many of those great nobles have multiple heirs, but only the first successors can inherit most of their titles, territories and other properties. The rest of the heirs can generally only get some meager possessions, and then make a living on their own.

As soon as the nobles heard that the magic academy was about to be established, they keenly focused on the position of the students in the magic academy. Once a magician can be found in their family, not only can the competitiveness of the family be improved, but the children other than the protagonist can also have a better future.

After Yang Feng announced the news, he turned and walked off the platform.

A big figure in the Morrison Empire surrounded Betsy directly.

A middle-aged man with a handsome face and a moustache at the corner of his mouth came to Betsy with a gentle face and asked: “Little Betsy, why didn’t you come to my house to play recently? Lisa missed you very much. Woolen cloth!”

Betsy looked at the middle-aged man, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes: “Uncle Edwin.”

Betsy used to go to Lisa’s house to play, and every time I saw Edwin, I could feel a deep pride and a vague disdain hidden in his politeness. After growing up, Betsy realized that Edwin did not want her daughter to have a relationship with a daughter of a commoner like her.

Even if it is a human swordsman, as long as it is not a high-ranking swordsman who holds a heavy power in the Morrison Empire, the nobles, although they respect on the surface, will not offend each other, but in their hearts they are not. Put those Juggernauts in your eyes.

The gatherings of great nobles in the upper class would never invite ordinary human sword sages to join.

Now Edwin took the initiative to approach Betsy, with a very low posture, Betsy couldn’t help but feel a strange feeling in her heart.

A great figure in the Morrison Empire approached Betsy and wanted to find out from her mouth what kind of existence Yang Feng’s upcoming Magic Academy is.

Surrounded by the great figures of the Morrison Empire, Betsy’s vanity was greatly satisfied, and then explained Yang Feng’s situation to the great figures of the Morrison Empire one by one.

What happened at this potion auction meeting quickly spread through various channels throughout the entire Holy Capital Blue City, and the entire Holy Capital Blue City was a sensation.

Countless people have tossed and turned because of the upcoming establishment of the magic academy, and countless big figures are eager to obtain an invitation letter to the magic academy through various means.

The magic inheritance of Fesuo Plane is very old, except for the systematic inheritance of royal palace mages. The rest of the magicians accept apprentices to travel around, and only after discovering a young man who is suitable for practicing magic and conforms to their own minds, they will be accepted as apprentices for training.

Some magicians with weird personalities even devote themselves to the study of magic, and have not considered accepting disciples at all. Once such a magician dies, their inheritance will be cut off. Only when some lucky ones obtain the magic books or magic notes they left behind before they can give birth to new magic apprentices.

Except for some magic families, even some big nobles can only get some very ordinary magic books, it is very difficult to train a magician systematically.

Now Yang Feng actually opened the first academy specializing in cultivating magicians in the Holy Capital Blue City, which naturally caused a huge sensation.

Those great nobles who doubted Yang Feng’s strength only investigated Yang Feng’s origins, and no longer doubted Yang Feng’s strength.

Yang Feng is a palace archmage. He has fifty-nine official magicians under his command. These magicians can become the teachers of the Magic Academy.

Fifty-nine official magician instructors, as long as the qualifications are not too bad, it is possible to become magical apprentices.

In a slum in the blue city of the holy capital.

In a small alley where sewage flows, human and animal feces can be smelled everywhere, and the ground is muddy and smelly.

A young man who was as thin as a hemp rod, had slender limbs, his face turned yellow from malnutrition, and had short hair like a messy bird’s nest. He stretched out his head from a dark corner very vigilantly, and looked around for a while before he was cautious. He came to a dilapidated small house in front of the alley, pushed the house aside, and walked in.

In that room, there was a small, thin girl with a yellowish face and a pair of big eyes that looked very bright. She looked only eleven or twelve years old, because those beautiful eyes looked a little cute.

“Brother Arthur.” The little girl greeted the short-haired boy directly.

Arthur looked at his biological sister, a touch of affection flashed in his eyes, carefully took out a fist-sized piece of black bread from his arms, and said with affection, “Bosha, eat.”

A flash of joy flashed in the little girl’s eyes, after thinking for a while, she took out two old small bowls, poured clear water, and handed a bowl of clear water to Arthur. She was very sensible and said: “Brother Arthur, let’s eat together. .”

Arthur took a sip of water and looked away from the brown bread with difficulty. “I have eaten it. I have eaten a piece of white bread that the nobleman has thrown away. I am not hungry yet.”

Gulu, a bellowing sound came from Arthur’s belly, and it was very loud in this empty room.

Baisha’s eyes were stained with a layer of mist, and he handed the bowl of clear water to Arthur, his bright big eyes full of firmness.

Arthur no longer insisted, took out a dagger and hardly cut the brown bread, which was a little harder than wood, into two halves, and handed the larger half to Baisha: “Then we will share it!”