After finishing my morning meditation, I got up, took off the blanket covering me, sat on the bed and recalled everything since I entered the school. Thinking about the several battles I had with Rockart during the six months in this school, it can only be described as a waste of money.
In the first battle after the first month of school, I was ready to fight Rocart to the end with intermediate defensive magic until he ran out of magic power and kicked him off the stage. But I didn't expect that this guy would start a money-burning battle using magic scrolls.
When the magic power was about to be exhausted, Rocart first started to attack me with magic scrolls, but this was exactly what I wanted. After competing with more than ten magic scrolls in a row, the guy finally tasted the bitter fruit. After consuming the magic scrolls, I used an ice storm magic to freeze him into an ice stick. If there were not a large number of high-level light mages and priests at the side of the academy's competition field, this guy would probably be crippled if not dead.
The second time, Rocart brought a lot of magic scrolls, but I ended the fight with him with an ice storm. The reason was that he started with traditional magic duels, using his own abilities to fight me. When his magic power was almost exhausted, he remembered to use magic scrolls. Using magic scrolls only means that the user can activate the magic circle with very little magic power, not that magic power is not needed. After the magic power is exhausted, no matter how many magic scrolls he has, they are just waste paper. In the end, Rocart was carried out of the competition field by his men, holding the magic scrolls in his hands.
The third time, the real money burning began, and I truly experienced what failure was, but at the same time, I also learned a new kind of magic and new magic items—space magic and space bag.
I used magic scrolls from the beginning to the end. Nearly 200 magic scrolls were all used up. Rocart, who was opposite me, was still using magic scrolls one after another, and I could only use my own strength to resist. Looking at the magic scrolls that appeared out of thin air in Rocart's hand, I knew that I would be completely defeated in this battle. But I didn't want to be frozen into a popsicle or burned into charcoal like that guy. After all, as a 21st century earthling, I still have some rationality. So, I ran out of the competition field automatically amid the boos of Rocart's supporters.
Ten days later, I finally learned the so-called ancient space magic from Carlo, and robbed a space bag from him. Since then, I have been invincible in the ring (only for the intermediate magician Rocart), and I have been ravaging Rocart again and again. After suffering a few losses, this guy also began to learn his lesson and no longer fought me to death. As long as the magic power was exhausted, he would automatically leave the field like me. But every time the fragments of the magic scrolls consumed by the two of us could cover the entire competition venue with a thick layer...
Spending money, everyone knows that using magic scrolls is spending money. A low-level magic scroll requires at least 10 gold coins, while a mid-level magic scroll requires more than 50 gold coins. Even the best, powerful fire and mixed magic can be sold for up to 80-100 gold coins. (High-level magic scrolls can only be made by magicians, but there are not so many magicians on the mainland, and it is impossible for magicians to have time to make such time-consuming gadgets!)
Since entering the academy, six magic competitions have been held. Except for the first two, which were relatively small-scale, the subsequent magic duels were more like money-burning competitions. According to information provided by Rogge, in the past six months, Rocart has almost plundered all kinds of magic scrolls in the imperial capital, and even all members of the Windtalker magic corps controlled by the Minister of Military Affairs have been ordered to hand in 5 magic scrolls each month. . . . . .
In these matches, the two of us used more than 6,300 magic scrolls in total, with an average of 1,050 per match. In other words, he and I used more than 500 magic scrolls per match on average. This is simply an astronomical figure. Imagine that the average price of each magic scroll is 50 gold coins, then each match is equivalent to each person spending 25,000 gold coins, which is a number that makes everyone dizzy.
Such expenses are definitely not something that an ordinary wealthy businessman or noble can afford. As far as I know, an ordinary duke with a large territory (such as the Baroque Lord of the Eastern Territory) generally has an annual income of only about 200,000 gold coins (normal income, excluding gray income).
As for me and Rockart, in the eyes of outsiders, in 6 games each of us spent almost the income of a duke in the empire, which is simply shocking.
In the eyes of others, no one would be surprised that Rocart could pay this fee, but they were all very curious about me. In the eyes of others, I was basically just a poor person with good luck and a little bit of cleverness. Even though I was trusted and valued by the son of the Duke of Shalo, with my identity and ability as a small division commander, it was impossible for me to have so much money to burn. The only possibility was that this was the master behind the Duke of Shalo, and the faction of His Majesty the Emperor began to have friction with the Minister of Finance, but how this contradiction would develop was something that the nobles of the imperial capital did not dare to easily conclude. After all, there was only one chance to bet, and the winner would be glorious and the loser would die. This was the simplest theory.
Under this concept, all the nobles in the imperial capital (mainly those who were fence-sitters) focused their attention on the main members of the two factions, trying to get some information from them. The military ministers, who were outside the storm, also made preparations in secret, trying to make themselves the lucky one.
But who could have known that this farce was purely due to a personal grudge caused by a minor conflict? No one was willing to believe such a simple situation. After all, no one could believe that I, a new division commander, could collect thousands of magic scrolls, or hundreds of thousands of gold coins, just by my own strength.
But who would have known that I used nearly 3,000 magic scrolls in total, and the cost of materials for a single round was even less than 3,000 gold coins? With Yunyue's help, Yaruo's speed of making magic scrolls also increased from 100 magic scrolls in 2 hours to nearly 100 in an hour. In addition to being more skilled, the most important thing is that Yunyue is an elf mage, not an elf magic archer like Yaruo.
Every time I think of this, I can't help but laugh. 3,000 gold coins for 150,000 gold coins, this is really a good deal. If this kind of competition can continue, then I can bankrupt the Minister of Finance directly with this alone. I don't know how many people will stand on his side without his money offensive. Of course, this is just a fantasy, and it can't be accurate. . . . . .