Chapter 9: Level 9 Scroll Paper

  Timothy and his squad of law enforcement officers had been waiting respectfully outside the door for some time.

  "Master."

  A loud and clear voice, with a poetic tone.

  The flickering flames made the statue appear even more majestic and towering.

  The space stretching to the limits of vision had only two rows of people standing in it, as wide as two rows of hamsters on a prairie.

  Chen Yi met again, with less horror and more curiosity. He looked around to the left and right, then smiled and said: "Your mage tower is really not small."

  That's not big enough, I estimate that even the Statue of Liberty in the United States would be unable to reach the top if placed here, and I don't know what level their technology has developed to.

  If it were a universal technology, then even Earth would be no match for it.

  Timothy smiled proudly and said: "Throughout the entire continent, the mage tower of the Kingdom of Saint Qiao is the largest, and it was Master Lu who helped build it many years ago."

  "Lu Da Shi?"

  "Two thousand years ago, Master Lu Zeng was the creator of the empire's splendor. We must not forget him for a moment," Timothy said, pointing to the giant male statue in front of him and bowing his head in respect.

  Everyone bows and murmurs words in their mouths.

  Chen Yi burst out laughing and said with a playful smile: "I'm Chen Yi, you can also call me A Yi."

  "Master Chen."

  Everyone bowed again, and Timothy's face showed a hint of joy.

  As he lifted his head again, everyone's gaze was drawn to the paper behind Chen Yi.

  It was as if I saw a group of girls without clothes on.

  Chen Yi smiled happily and threw out the paper bag that was tied up on top, saying: "This time I came, I also brought some samples, you see which one you like."

  In his opinion, such a small amount, calling it a transaction, was really too embarrassing.

  He thought of Chen's huge business empire and wondered if he had ever done a few thousand yuan worth of business.

  Two law enforcers hastily hugged the scattered paper bundles, while Timothy's eyes lit up. For the Kingdom of Santiao, anything related to magic was scarce. Those piles of things, if they could all be made into scrolls, wouldn't that be tens of thousands of them? It would greatly alleviate the front-line situation.

  The other wizards were of similar mind, and some began to shift their bodies impatiently, loosening the tight formation.

  "Master, let me take a look first." Timothy said in a low voice, suppressing the surprise in his heart.

  "Of course." Chen Yi shrugged indifferently and threw out the papers one by one from inside the car.

  Musing: I don't know when the subway will open. However, if I miss the transaction, then I'll just come again next time.

  The magical subway itself represents a very high reputation. Both parties will not easily harm this trust.

  Timothy is not really using "look" to analyze.

  He only saw him take out two pieces of strange-shaped leaves from his pocket, and after rotating and dancing in the air for a while, one piece of leaf suddenly ignited into a fierce flame, forming white silk that floated around, forming various colors.

  As the colors became more and more vivid, the second piece of leaf silently turned into ashes. The packaging tape tied to the paper suddenly broke, and tens of thousands of papers scattered into the air in an instant, each dyed with different colors.

  Fortunately, the space inside the monk's tower was large enough, otherwise it would have been filled with these papers.

  "Classification is a third-level magic." Timothy explained to Chen Yi in a gentle tone, "You see, the higher the flying material, the higher the level. It's like the color of the scrolls, light red is first-level, bright red is second-level, dark red is third-level. Fourth to sixth-level scrolls are all yellow, and green includes seventh to ninth-level... this kind of material is extremely rare..."

  "What level of mage are you? How many levels of scrolls can you make?" Chen Yi asked in a straightforward manner.

  Timothy blinked, and the person beside him said respectfully: "The great magician Timothy is a genius of the Kingdom of Santio, already a 10th-level mage."

  "Higher than 9th grade?"

  "Throughout the entire continent, there are only four people who hold the title of Great Magician, all of whom have the ability to determine the fate of a kingdom." The man's tone was filled with reverence.

  Chen Yi thought for a moment, made a gesture of cupping his hands and said: "Admire, admire."

  What else can be done? Even if it's awesome, won't they still have to call me "master" and ask for materials from me?

  Furthermore, although my Chen family may not be one-fourth of the mainland, it is definitely one-fourth of Jiangning. No one is weaker than anyone else.

  After this interruption, the paper scraps in the sky had all flown to their places, and most of the materials had fallen to the ground, including the specially brought cowhide paper, sheepskin paper, metal-woven special paper and so on. It seems that they are worthless goods.

  The remaining ones mainly float in the lower layer, revealing deeper or shallower red colors, slightly higher yellow areas are fewer and pitiful, about a hundred or so, as for the very high green area, only one floats there, leaving dozens of meters of empty space, somewhat pitiful.

  Chen Yi rubbed his hands together awkwardly, wanting to speak, but saw Timothy's astonished face and couldn't even get a word in. The wizards in the back row, who had been expressionless until then, suddenly looked delighted.

  Level 9 Scroll!

  Someone couldn't hold back their silence and burst out screaming.

  The entire team of law enforcement officers seemed to have shaken up.

  Timothy coughed hard and stretched out his right hand, grabbing the paper from the green area with force.

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