this mage is dangerous

"I'll go...is this a confession?"

Beron said a little surprised.

"So you are still single, don't you understand?"

Darlene taunted Beron, and then looked at the two of them with envy.

"Hurry up, we will...Ellie is gone."

Cook looked at the two of them speechlessly and urged.

"Oh, how dare you secretly call the president a nickname, I'll go talk to the president."

"You dare? Don't run...stop..."

Then a group of people chased after him playfully.

…

Hussein's face in the darkness was as black as the bottom of a pot, and traces of gray smoke were coming out of his body.

"Isn't that little girl one of your clansmen?"

The old elf man turned around and asked, "I can feel that the power of the fire element around her is very active."

"Yes, Master Hill, that is my little granddaughter."

Hussein said a little depressed.

Although Born was indeed excellent, and even among the younger generation there was no one who could compare with him, Hussein felt particularly uncomfortable, feeling as if the cabbage he grew at home was about to be stolen.

"Then you should really worry more. People who are too good are often very eye-catching."

The old elf man sighed.

"No way, I don't think this guy is that sentimental."

"It's not sentimentality, but danger and various conspiracies!"

When Hussein heard this, he fell silent. He knew what the old elf was talking about.

Hussein came from a grassroots background and was able to struggle from a grassroots level to where he is today.

Isn't Hussein excellent? He was the only one recognized by Count Iolum, and he knew the difficulties better than anyone else.

In particular, the gods and demons have experienced the warmth and coldness of the world and know the darkness of people's hearts. Not only the elves are good at internal fighting, but humans seem to be more 'talented' in this area. The internal fighting between elves is basically a real fight with real swords and guns.

When it comes to plotting, it's really a set of tricks, and it can almost kill you without any blood.

Looking at the backs of several people leaving, Bo En breathed a sigh of relief, and then his face slowly turned gloomy.

That afternoon.

Just when Giles College was immersed in the joy of graduating, a notice directly exploded among the college's senior leaders. This information caused huge waves in the Noble Council before it was officially made public.

It is a sign that current and previous graduating students will go to the front line to support!

Hussein took the letter from the falcon's feet and opened it, then his expression changed.

When Hussein found Bone, the guy was piling sand there.

There were some small dot models placed on the pile of sand. No matter how he looked at it, Hussein felt that the pile of sand looked familiar. When he saw the white model in the corner, he understood.

"Sevington?"

"Yes, this is Severington's sandbox. Time is tight, otherwise it can be made more detailed."

Bone said as he put the models up one by one.

"You've guessed it?"

Hussein said doubtfully.

"Is it hard to guess?"

Bone asked, "I said that data is the most real. Especially for a good businessman, it is too simple to judge the current situation from the increase in material prices..."

"...Although various heroic deeds and good news on the front line have been spread to Severington, the shortage of materials and the skyrocketing prices all illustrate the tragic situation on the front line, and I happen to be an excellent businessman."

Looking at Hussein's confused eyes, Boen smiled helplessly. This pretense depends on whether the person is educated or not. People like Hussein can't even understand what you are talking about. Boen was confused.

Embarrassing cancer.

"All right."

Bone asked straight to the point, "Is it compulsory recruitment or universal recruitment?"

"Only graduates of this year's and last year's students are recruited."

Hussein said with a sullen face. He hated talking to this brat. He felt that if he talked to Bone too much, he would look like a fool.

"Not even from last year. Fortunately, this guy Lehman was from the year before last. Otherwise, if they were all gone, the chamber of commerce would have to close down."

Seeing that Boyne was still in the mood to joke with himself and didn't feel like he was about to rush to the scene at all, Hussein was a little relieved, and then threw the letter in his hand to Boyne.

"This is for you."

"What?"

Bone took it and opened it, his eyes widened for a moment, and then he looked up at Hussein in disbelief.

Hussein nodded, "It's true, His Excellency Congenio specially granted you the 'immunity'!"

Since the establishment of the college, His Excellency Concinio decided that every student who graduated from Gilles College would have to serve in the military. However, as the war decreased later, and the major legions gradually cultivated their own spellcasting skills,

Furthermore, students at Giles College do not necessarily need to serve in the military. Although they do not necessarily serve in the military, the nature of 'service' has not changed. It has only changed from the military camp to the administrative and management system.

After all, the spell caster must be literate (noble writing), and with his strengthened mental power, he can learn everything quickly and be qualified for the position quickly. After the spell caster joined, the operation of the entire Severnton was accelerated a lot, which was particularly large.

Most of the students are the heirs of nobles, so the noble council can handle things faster.

Especially in these more than a hundred years, Nether's development has been obvious to all.

That's why this rule has been maintained to this day. As the biggest beneficiary, the Noble Council has always supported this rule.

Of course, everything is possible, but as the maker of the rules, Mr. Congenio must have special rights, such as "immunity", which can exempt him from this obligation.

And for more than a hundred years, no one has had this special right, except Bowen.

No wonder Bone was so surprised.

"It seems that the Lehman Chamber of Commerce is more important than I thought. The rules that Mr. Congenio has maintained for more than a hundred years have been broken because of me."

The corners of Bowen's mouth turned up slightly.

This is completely unexpected. It is completely a businessman's instinct to expand the chamber of commerce and earn normal profits.

Especially this frontline war, Boen saw the opportunity for Lehman Chamber of Commerce to rise rapidly.

They frantically transfused blood to the front line, even at a loss, just to please the military and leave a good impression.

Soldiers are relatively upright. I will be kind to whoever treats me well. There are not so many twists and turns.

After this war, as long as the Lehman Chamber of Commerce is not like a vampire, all orders from the military will be from the Lehman Chamber of Commerce for at least two to three years.

But everyone knows the truth. Is it really possible to let capitalists pay for it? If I don’t drink it, I won’t give it to you. Even if I pour milk into the sewer, I won’t give it away for free. Otherwise, who will buy the milk in the mall?!

I just didn't expect that Boen would be frantically giving milk to the front line, and instead give himself an "exemption certificate".

It's really unintentional.

A stone fell from Bowen's heart, and he happily put the letter away.

"What's the point of being a little Severington?"

"It's not right to call this sandbox for catching 'rats'. It should be said to be for catching 'bugs.'"

Boyn was in a good mood and explained to Hussein in a rare moment.