Mage Joan

"Young people should go out more, and I won't toss about it. Fortunately, it's a veteran. I always have to be worthy of the medals of honor I won when I was young." Lord Castis smiled weakly, and then to Joseph. Adams said, "If there is an opportunity to do my best, I am still willing to be loyal to the country-of course, only in my own name, not related to the position of the association."

Supporting the armrests of the seat with his arms, the sick old man stood up hard.

"Okay, stop talking about these sad topics. It's not too early. Are the children hungry? Heimdall, let the kitchen know that it's time for dinner."

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After lunch, Joan and his party greeted Sir Castis and Mr. Adams and left the Hidden Manor by car.

The imminent footsteps of war have made young people realize that there is no inseparable banquet in the world. They cannot live on campus forever. Sooner or later, there will be a day for each future.

The chaos and parting were like two clouds clouding the hearts of the four friends. Their emotions were very low. On the way back to the city, they couldn't afford to chat, and they sat in the car with their own thoughts, and kept silent all the way.

The carriage stopped in front of the campus. Joan jumped off the carriage for the first time, waved goodbye to the three friends, hurriedly returned to the Moriarty laboratory, and the instructor reported the information he found at the hidden repair manor this morning.

"Sure enough, something went wrong on the battlefield. No wonder that as soon as the exchange opened today, the price of Magic Crystal Futures skyrocketed."

Professor Moriarty sat in the armchair, tilting Erlang's legs, caressing his chin, and a relaxed smile on his lips.

"Instructor, Feijin has captured Linyuanbao, and then it is likely to launch an offensive against Midgard City. The situation is so critical, how can you still laugh!" Joan couldn't help complaining.

"The critical situation is a fact, but it has nothing to do with you and me." The professor smiled lightly. "Even if the Fijian soldiers were under the city, they could not pose a threat to us. It would be a big deal to run the "teleportation". The world is so big, where can't it be? Rest in peace?"

"Joan, as a spellcaster, you should have a sense of superiority over mortals."

"Magic empowers us far beyond ordinary people, but also distinguishes us from all living beings and classifies it into a higher class."

"If you don't want to call it'Privilege of the Spellcaster', we might as well be humble and treat it as a kind of freedom."

"Enlightenment scholars claim that people are born free regardless of their pedigree, but they also have to admit that each person has different abilities and a few elites with stronger abilities, such as our spellcasters, deserve a higher status in society. Level of freedom!"

"Everyone is born free, but the caster is more free! Joan, whether you are willing to accept it or not, the reality is like this!"

"In a well-ordered society, this kind of freedom that we enjoy is not easy to perceive, but when wars start and the social order collapses, in a society where everyone is in danger, the freedom of the caster will be highlighted."

"Look at the street outside the window. The ordinary people who are working hard to support their families are facing the dilemma of the enemy's siege. In addition to being trapped in the lonely city, they struggle to survive, do they have other options?"

"They have no choice, but we are different, a teleportation can keep away from the flames of war, this is the freedom that our caster only enjoys."

"If we want to, we can also take other people to send together, and even send the places through public auctions to earn a large amount of service fees. Believe me, child, the richer the more afraid of death, the gangsters will never be stingy. Buy an insurance policy for your life."

"Look, the war will not hurt us, but it will provide us with a chance to make a fortune. What worries?"

Professor Moriarty smiled.

"Sorry, my conscience does not allow me to make this kind of **** money!" said Joan angrily.

Professor Moriarty smiled at one of his displeasures and said calmly: "You're not surprised when you say that, in fact, my favorite is you, my students, you are too demanding of your conscience, you The moral bottom line is too high, and this is the virtue I lack, people always yearn for what they do not have."

Joan couldn't help getting her ears hot, turning her head away from the tutor's eyes and changing the subject stiffly.

"Don't you go to the stock exchange today?"

"No need to go, I have already cleared the store." Professor Moriarty took a sip of the teacup and looked very relaxed.

"What does "clearance" mean?"

"Simply put, I sold all the securities at hand, and I won't do speculative business for the time being."

"It doesn't sound bad." Joan's face softened.

"Not only bad? Joanne, tell you a little secret, we are making a fortune!"

Professor Moriarty stood up excitedly.

Joan was not surprised.

The financial market is perhaps the most well-informed and responsive system of all man-made things. When the citizens of Midgard City were still in the dark, the stock exchange had responded to the northern flames.

With the expansion of the war, Mojing Mining will inevitably be affected, and the suspension of business and the suspension of production are inevitable results.

Investors’ pessimistic predictions of war further pushed up the price of Magic Crystal futures, and Professor Moriarty, who bought a large amount of Magic Crystal ore call options in advance, naturally took the opportunity to make a huge profit.

"After the settlement, excluding the service fees of the exchange, we have succeeded in a series of speculative operations in just half a year, and the profit has been nearly ten times!"

Professor Moriarty touched the jacket pocket and took out a thick stack of checks and handed it to his students.

"In the beginning, I borrowed 110,000 principals from you, including the bonus for winning the Rising Star Award, and the additional 100,000 gold Duga mining dividends."

"Among all the funds I called, although the money you lent me only a small part, it provided me with indispensable ammunition for fighting in the stock exchange market, and finally helped me win a brilliant Victory, now even the capital and income are returned to you, and by the way, an integer, a total of 1.1 million gold Durga."

"Take a good inventory of your loot, don't feel embarrassed, my good student, this is the return on investment you deserve."

Realizing that Joan looked hesitant and didn't seem to want the money, Professor Moriarty put away his smile and solemnly warned his students:

"The convenience of having wealth is that we have the confidence to pay for our interests and hobbies, so that we are not forced to work hard to do those jobs that are not of interest to maintain our livelihood."

"Joan, with this money, at least for the foreseeable future, you don't have to worry about economic problems anymore, you can concentrate on your favorite academic research-isn't this the life you have always desired?"

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