Full-time insurance agent

Canstra, the capital of the King of Olanto, and the Olanto General Assembly of the Underwriters Association.

An old man with all white hair looked at the broken gemstone ring on the table, silently.

The whole body is black robe. Compared with the extraordinary black hooded robe, the hood at the back is replaced by a golden sundial. The sundial is what the statue of the God of Contract drags up with his left hand. The largest sundial in the world now is in the imperial capital of Aitri. Asia's Time Square.

There was a knock on the door, and the door creaked open.

"President Alfred Peters and the president of the York City branch reported that some precious documents have been lost. It is not yet certain whether they were stolen!"

Probably because he was in a bad mood, the curvature of the white-bearded old man's beard suddenly widened.

"Asshole, idiot, is this the first report of missing precious documents in half a year?"

Facing President Whitebeard's inquiry, the visitor thought for a moment and pondered slightly.

"It's Jiu Qi, Mr. President. In addition to the eight major duchies, there are also reports of missing documents from the Royal Capital."

"Let's see, Ramil! These worms, they are stealing from others, and sooner or later they will be punished by the gods."

The assistant, known as Ramiel, lowered his head and said nothing, listening to the president's roar several times a month.

"Burger County in the south actually said that damn sewer rats have eaten up ancient documents. This idiot, if rats can enter the three underground floors of every association, not to mention the documents, even a single word on them will not be left."

"Damn it, teleport immediately to summon the documents and let these idiots who lost the ancient documents explain it to me personally."

Ramil bowed slightly and nodded, without any color on his face.

"Besides, let Ladonna come out of the mouse hole and bask in the sunshine. The poor kid will hopefully not resent me for being sent to the country."

Ramil smiled and nodded, seemingly an old acquaintance of Ladonna.

Seeing that President Alfred didn't explain anything more and just stared at the broken space ring on the table, Ramiel slowly backed away to the door.

"Oh, by the way, they are not allowed to use the teleportation array, nor are airships or steam trains. Let them come to Canstra step by step with an attitude of meeting. The God of Contract is watching them."

"Yes, my lord!"

The door was gently closed, and the old man's raised gaze returned to the space ring on the table.

This ring comes from a hereditary marquis in the royal capital of Canstra. The clear white light of the clear stone shines through it, but the cracked stripes on it are like the earth that has been in drought for a long time, which makes people look regretful.

The older president is trying to repair her. Yes, the old man who was a great insurance company decades ago has no way of fixing this broken space.

"This is an extremely chaotic space. The force of space exploded after being violent." The old man said to himself, thinking hard.

In the past, only space equipment with less than three cracks could be repaired. Above three cracks, only the old immortals in the Imperial City could repair them, and a maximum of ten cracks was the limit.

The one on the table had no less than twenty cracks in the part that I could see.

Finally, the president, who had been studying for three days, pulled the rope of the high-backed chair and called his assistant to return the broken ring the way it came.

Magicians are very rare and precious, but what is more precious and rarer than magic is some space equipment.

In this continent, in this era, there is no insurance company that can produce space equipment.

In the era of mythology, demigods and elves, space equipment could be seen everywhere, and those with a little bit of ability and financial resources would only have one or a few of them.

However, at the end of the Elf Era, the space magicians were almost slaughtered to extinction until Hoffmann Deckard founded the Underwriters Guild.

Unfortunately, the founder, Hoffmann Declader, also has no heritage in the production of space equipment.

Due to the special nature of their profession, insurance agents generally do not have any demand for space equipment except for the small space they get when signing contract certificates. However, most people in this world do have demands.

Therefore, space equipment is priceless and hard to find.

Some of the space equipment that exists on the market comes from inheritance, some from relics, and some from the tombs of powerful people from various races.

Just like in the race war a hundred years ago, both sides accidentally came across an abandoned dragon's lair. In addition to a large number of gold coins and gems, there were also thousands of space rings.

So the two sides ceased fighting and spent a month carving up the Dragon's Cave, and then the war ended.

As for what made Cordo Feifan so happy, it was the almost transparent piece of paper at the bottom of the box of ancient documents, which was the manufacturing instructions for the space equipment.

In the extraordinary residence in the rubble area of ​​​​York City, the young insurance manager whose consciousness is in his mind does not yet know how precious the space equipment is.

It's just an additional skill to make money. If President Alfred Peters knew the extraordinary idea at this moment, he would definitely teleport directly to York City and call him to death, without caring about the huge cost of teleportation.

"Space equipment production craft scroll".

The maker must master the power of space, and use the empty stone as a carrier to engrave the oracle of the God of Order "Confining Space" on it with the power of space, chanting the true name of the god.

"Fortunately, there are blueprints engraved on the confinement space. Otherwise, it would be a big joke to get the treasure mountain in vain but not touch the treasure."

The introduction to the scroll was simple and clear. A button-sized empty stone appeared in Fei Fei's hand, and he immediately used his consciousness to guide the power of space and began to engrave "confinement space".

Finally, the inscription was completed, and only the last step was left to chant the true name of the God of Order.

"I imprison you in the name of Chronos, the god of order, the god who controls time and space."

"Made, you can't react, what do you mean?"

Is it because you are ugly? Feifan came to this world for the first time and doubted his appearance.

Definitely not. Practice will always lead to true knowledge. If you fail ninety-nine times, you will always succeed the hundredth time.

He successfully used chicken soup to poison himself and continued his career as a master of one's skills.

After several experiments in succession, the Kong Akashi either had no reaction or simply broke into pieces. After slowly gaining some understanding of the power of space, this time Fei Fei took out a Kong Akashi the size of a wheat grain.

Inscribe and chant the true name of the God of Order, and then wait for the result.

Eh? I felt a hollow feeling coming from the empty stone the size of a grain of wheat. Is this the case?

Introducing his thoughts to Kong Akashi, a space the size of a wardrobe suddenly appeared in his mind.

Looking at the skill scroll on the table, he touched it lightly with his hand. With a thought, the scroll disappeared from the table and appeared in the empty Akashi the size of a grain of wheat.

"Of course I am a genius and the chosen one. Do you want to change my name to Cordo Aotian?"

The empty Akashi fragments that were shattered into pieces on the table shone brightly, and seemed to be taunting the shameless person.