Knights of the Light

Alan was terrified when he returned to his mage tower.

Before, although his mage tower was built in the city, there was green evil energy everywhere, and all kinds of man-eating flowers and plants would give passers-by a hard time. Without the third-order level, it is impossible to survive here.

What now?

Numerous warm green grasses grow from various gaps, many places even grow trees overnight, and the rice branches are full of red. The city is full of vitality, as if it has come from a doomsday script to a farming novel in an instant, and the state can't be adjusted for a while.

The monsters under him hid in the dungeon one after another—sunshine is something they hate very much. The dungeon was originally built for ordinary people, but as the world changed, their role also changed.

I have to say that Percy was very thoughtful when he built the city.

It's a pity that he has something to discuss with his father now, so he can't accompany me back.

It's okay, I can give him a new world.

As for the fact that there is no gap leading to purgatory... you can try the portal. After all, even if the space is filled, it must be very weak. The portal will consume much less mana. If the consumption and income are offset, it should still be enough. earn.

And it's safer.

"You mean to build a fixed-point portal, one in purgatory and one in our city?" the skeleton mage asked Alan while looking at the map.

"That's right, the portal cannot withstand the passing of a life stronger than the caster. Forcibly passing through it can only cause space distortion. I don't know which void it will be thrown into. So you can try it. The raw materials of many of our goods are purgatory." If we don’t pay the production, we will pay sky-high liquidated damages.” Alan planned the liquidated damages, entered a string of data in the magic notebook, and easily convinced his teacher and subordinate.

"In principle, I agree with your request, so where do you pay for the cost of the portal? We have been unable to make ends meet recently when we built the city, and we barely use your alchemy to maintain it, and the fixed-point portal requires a lot of mithril to draw the magic circle. What are you going to do to maintain the magic spar channel?" Skeleton pointed out the problem, and was a little apprehensive about this suggestion, "Don't talk about loans, your card is about to explode, and this cash flow cannot be interrupted."

"Of course I don't have it..." Alan showed a pure smile, his beautiful teeth gleamed coldly, "But you have it."

"But, why should I give it to you?" The skeleton tilted his head, and the dark green fire in his eyes shot up.

"It's not giving, it's buying shares!" Alan said firmly, "There must be a fee for the portal. I will provide the technology and you will pay the capital. The toll fee is [-] cents. Come and see!"

Alan slapped the map with a slap: "I've done the calculations. According to the previous flow of people, we used to have more than five thousand people who came to trade every day, and their income was ten times higher. One-tenth, our daily income is also very considerable, there is no problem maintaining your research, and you can even be a research boss and assign more subjects, isn't this more efficient than if you only lead a team?"

"It's very reasonable, but it's useless. I only know that you are very financially dangerous now. If you are not careful, you may go bankrupt. Thank you for not going on your wrecked ship for the time being." The skeleton could not refuse more directly.

"I've found a new cash flow." Alan drew a circle in the southwest of his territory, which is south of the Southwest Mountain Range, and half of the relatively flat land. "I'm going to buy it for a duke in the south. 19 square kilometers, which is equivalent to a small principality, and [-] Jinao is enough for us to delay for half a month. The portal must have been set up by then, so there is no need to worry about cash issues."

"Didn't you say that every inch of land must be fought for when you were in conflict with the Southern Principality?" Skeleton asked strangely, "You often say that even if the area is large, no inch is too much, and those who offend my dignity will be killed no matter how far away, how did it change so quickly? ?”

"What's the matter? Our backing was Purgatory before, but now we don't have such a big backing. After the land recovers, there is no natural danger to help us. It's hard for us to keep it. Why don't we sell it for a good price in advance," Alan said calmly, "Besides, Ten years ago, it was their original land, and they had to withdraw because of pollution. If I gave it to them, Percy would feel that I was wronged, but he understood the righteousness. If the other party dared to enter more, I would let Percy take North Your Excellency. Please come out to the station."

"You don't seem to have the confidence you had before." Skull didn't look very happy.

"Confidence requires strength. Although the Southern Principality has various internal struggles, it is very consistent externally. It is also close to the gate of the astral world. There are many legendary strongmen. Although Percy is not afraid of them, I know he does not want to use his strength. We are dealing with human beings, so it is absolutely necessary to rely on the holy city." Alan is very self-aware, although he has divine blood, but there are many who have divine blood, and now his territory and city are very weak, and it is impossible to fight hard , Besides, relying on my husband is justified, whoever is upset should find one himself.

"What will happen if I still refuse?" The skeleton asked cautiously, retreating a meter.

"The corpse girl you want to make seems to be missing the most important thing, doesn't it? I seem to have some news..." Alan lowered his head and played with the quill.

"Okay, you convinced me." Skeleton nodded, "Go ahead, news."

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"You said, my future culture teacher will be you???" Nick asked incredulously, his beautiful eyeballs almost rolled down.

"Yes." Percy, in uniform, flipped through the lesson plans and said calmly.

"No, I refuse," Nick raised his voice an octave, and slapped the table, "My teacher is Your Excellency Bei, and there is no substitute for it!"

"This is my gold medal teacher certificate." Percy tilted the certificate he had just obtained, and the smile on his face was impeccable. "According to the teacher training system, I have the right to select students. If you are not satisfied, you can appeal to the higher authorities. You have enough reasons, believe me, 'Your Excellency Bei didn't tell me not to' is a reason that even a supervisor will reject for you."

"But I can sue you for maliciously obstructing my graduation!" Nick said angrily, his keen sixth sense told himself that the other party was definitely the kind full of malice.

"Sorry, you must have evidence." Percy said calmly.

"I'm too lazy to find any evidence." Nick sneered, "You have been here for a long time, and I don't believe that your demon lord lover will not have any objections."

"Alan, I'll go back every day, don't worry about it." Percy answered him calmly, "Come on, you only have two hours of culture class a day."

"Don't think you can stop me." Nick bared his fangs.

"It's a pity you tried." Percy turned the lesson plan back to the first page.

Nick stopped making noise, but turned to the first page of the textbook.

The two sides raised their heads and looked at each other at the same time, sparks flew everywhere.

The next day, Alan received an anonymous letter.

【Percy is mine, a demon who has turned his back on the Holy Light is not entitled to own him. 】

The paper is papyrus, a specialty of the holy city, the ink is ordinary ink, and there is no other information.

Alan sneered, this magic idiot underestimated a high-level mage too much.

As soon as he raised his hand, a strange flame rose, and the letter paper burned at his fingertips, and it became the image he encountered under the power of the fire of time.

From the ordinary postal route back to the holy city, to the hands of a young man, to the time when he looked at his teacher with admiration in class, to when he was writing this letter while looking at the back of the other party...

Sharp claws have emerged from Alan's fingertips.

Percy has been hooked into being a teacher by a man who covets him!

Absolutely not!

With me here, don't even think about it!