Chapter Sixty-Five: The Yellow Jade Dragon Hall

  Chen Yi returned home to continue managing the trading company, leaving behind Grendel's Saint Knights and his Kingdom Knights, who continued to cause trouble.

  The wars on the Magical Continent are exceptionally frequent, with its vast territory and fertile soil nurturing thousands of nations and hundreds of countries. What should have been a heavenly continent is instead forever divided because of its sheer size, with no country ever able to fully occupy it.

  The long-standing divisions, the friction between borders has made the relationship between nations and ethnic groups extremely tense. The vastly different worldviews of those in power have led to constant invasions between countries, and the escalating national struggles have always sandwiched peace between two wars.

  In such an environment, even the nobles cannot truly escape from battle. The skills on the battlefield have always been the focus of boys' learning - those who are not good at mastering it will be naturally eliminated by natural selection.

  Everyone's focus is on lethal skills, and the requirement of maintaining a perfect physique seems to have never been brought up.

  Grundler spent the whole night thinking about this, and only early next morning did he instruct: "Simon, go inform His Majesty the King and the Ministry of Internal Affairs to select all noble men in the capital, choose those with better physiques, tall and strong, form a training team, and require them to arrive at the Magic Tower within 1 day. Also, everyone must write their own exercise methods into a memorial. In addition, please ask the mage to send someone to contact."

  The next sentence is what he said to the monk in his house.

  Although the Kingdom's mage held himself with noble dignity, he didn't dare to be rude in front of the "Holy" knight. Not to mention maintaining a relationship with the master, which was now his top priority.

  He and the kingdom's knights hastily left the Holy Knights' headquarters, each going to their respective destinations to inform. Among them, Simon rushed straight to the royal palace. He was three ranks higher than ordinary knights, equivalent to a viscount title, and could enter and exit freely.

  Grundler was still not satisfied, thought for a moment and said: "You go find some famous handsome men in the kingdom to ask, personally inquire, see what kind of martial arts they are practicing. Not enough manpower, go get a few of the emperor's palace knights."

  "Yes." The crowd replied in unison.

  "Hold on." Before they had gone far, the Holy Knight shouted after them, "You also take 1,000 students aged 16 to 20 from the Knights' Academy and form two phalanxes. Compare them with the soldiers below."

  "Yes."

  The kingdom knights all left, and Grindel personally came to Timothys office, bowed and said: "Great magician, I want to talk to the mages of Huang Yulong Temple."

  Huang Yulong Temple is a legendary place on the mainland. Only by passing the assessment of the Kingdom Knights and declaring their allegiance can they be awarded the title of "Holy".

  In return, the Holy Knights have a status equivalent to that of the Great Mages, are immune to low-level magic, and have high resistance to mid-to-high level magic, becoming a true land tank.

  Timothy grasped the white feather pen, meticulously copying out a low-level magic scroll until the last symbol was complete, then slowly said: "Don't mention 'master', can you do that?"

  "What if Huang Yulóng Temple asks?" The Holy Knights cannot lie to Huang Yulóng Temple, or they will be considered lacking in virtue and have their "Holy" title revoked.

  Timothy shook his head slightly and didn't answer his question, but said: "Unless you promise me as a knight, I won't connect the Huangyu Long Temple for you."

  Grundler was not surprised by his request, but explained: "For the master's requirements, I have some difficulties, perhaps Huang Yulóng Temple can be inspired."

  It's very likely that the master will be mentioned.

  Timothy's expression didn't change at all, and he only said: "The Kingdom of Sanqiao is facing an opportunity to return to its former glory, Master is our greatest reliance."

  He finished speaking and continued copying the scroll.

  Grundler is quietly waiting.

  A fourth-level scroll was completed in an instant, and then another one followed.

  Having used up all the ink on his desk, Timothy finally put down his quill pen, wiped his hands and breathed in the fresh scent of the new magical scroll.

  Since he became a magic apprentice, the Magic Tower had never had such an abundance of scroll materials.

  Nowadays, the monks at home have changed their main work to copying scrolls every day, especially low-level scrolls. Thousands of people are concentrated on copying, and the materials for scrolls in the national treasury are still increasing without decreasing.

  As the kingdom's stockpile grew, the mages on each front line received a supply of scrolls that was more than three times what they had before the war - for the perpetually impoverished mages, having three times as many spell scrolls was almost equivalent to being unbeatable at the same level.

  After nearly 10 years of continuous war, the hostile kingdoms, including the Kingdom of Saboga, were exhausted to the point where even the most basic necessities were scarce. The mages had barely enough resources to survive, let alone purchase new scrolls. On the fiercely contested Western Front, whenever they encountered the Saint Qiao Mage Corps, who relied on scroll-based cluster attacks, the mages could only choose to retreat or risk being surrounded and exhausting their scrolls, leaving them to await their doom amidst a flurry of spells.

  If it weren't for the absolute strength of various countries far surpassing that of Saint Qiao, they would have collapsed long ago, relying on high-ranking mages to suppress lower-ranking ones.

  Lost in thought for a moment, Timothy slowly said: "Gundel Saint Knight, I hope to suspend the next rotation and have you continue to stay in the capital."

  "But Samuel Saint Clair has been out for a year." The eight-foot-tall Grendler, like a brown bear with a heart as fine as hair, would rather shed hot blood on the battlefield even if he could complete his current task.

  Timothy shook his head slightly and said, "Sir Holy Knight, do you know how many scrolls we've obtained during this period?"

  Grundler shook his head, that was a secret of the Wizard's Tower.

  "It's worth 67 million gold coins, and it's just a Crystal Screen evaluation scroll. The high-grade scroll materials are simply unbuyable no matter how much money you have." Timothy said, then asked: "Do you know what would happen if the master continues to supply us with materials for three months?"

  Grundler continued shaking his head.

  "Each Kingdom Knight can be equipped with a mid-tier scroll for survival, each fully-equipped knight can be equipped with a low-tier anti-demon scroll, and each Knights' Order can have the support of large scrolls......" Timothy stared into Glendower's eyes, saying: "Do you understand what this means?"

  Grundler gritted his teeth and said, "We will have the strongest knight corps on the continent."

  "And with the least casualties." Timothy added, revealing a faint smile.

  Grundler's eyes flashed before a name of a fallen comrade.

  After a long time, he finally drew his long sword, knelt down on the ground, and solemnly said: "I guarantee in the name of a knight that I will not leak or mention anything about the master."

  Timothy nodded in satisfaction and said, "Go talk to the divine envoys of the Huang Yulóng Temple. I think you already have a clear understanding."

  Grindelwald bowed his head and backed away from the newly opened office of the great wizard.

  In another world, Chen Yi, who was supposed to be the center of conversation, was busy with trivial matters before the opening.

  High-frequency trading itself is quite simple, apart from the need to use large computers and have dedicated accountants. In theory, a company just starting out in high-frequency trading does not differ much from an individual investor.

  However, even the most basic five-person company was difficult for Chen Yi to assemble. The accountant and two traders could be recruited from the US branch, but the person in charge of the US branch was still nowhere to be found.

  Chen Yi thought about it and decided to dig at the corner of the Chen Group's wall.

  The once brilliant and still impressive Chen Group has many high-end talents who have studied or even worked in the United States, and it is more than enough to take on the responsibility of being a person in charge of a branch company.

  What he values most is the personnel system within the group. As a local enterprise in Jiangning, the employees within the group basically know each other's roots and bottoms, which saves him from the trouble of not having a personnel organization, after all, operating a financial company in a foreign country. Although not directly handling funds, it is ultimately around its periphery, requiring higher standards.

  Chen Yi spent two whole days searching, and in the end, he still had to secretly ask his father, then went to the group's internal database to query information, and then secretly met with three or four people.

  He did nothing secretly, but Chen's father pretended not to know all along.

  Thus, the young master of the Chen family, with the temptation of a high salary and the prospect of frequent transactions, finally lured a deputy manager who had joined the group for three years but never had the opportunity to be promoted into his trap.

  Of course, Mr. Tang Xiongfei's main reason for getting into trouble is his title as "Young Master of the Chen Family".

  If it weren't for the Chen family's big name and reputation, as well as Chen Zongyu's years of accumulated good reputation, a small offshore company set up by a young master would absolutely be daydreaming if it wanted to hire a professional manager. Even if it were forever impossible to find work, one would have to consider all sorts of weirdos from around the world and the dangers of crossing the Pacific Ocean.

  As of now, Tang Xiongfei has also joined the small Jin Yuan International Company with a gambling mentality, it's an unchosen choice, just like rural areas surrounding cities.

  The next day after completing the formalities and officially joining Jin Yuan International, Chen Yi returned home to find his parents waiting for him.

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