He is responsible for teaching the knowledge of drawing Magic Scrolls to those students.
As a result, the supply of Magic Scrolls increased, and their prices decreased slightly.
Additionally, Dragon Group Territory has begun to emphasize basic cultural construction and has engaged in quite comprehensive cooperation with the High-level Mage Association.
Now, every newborn growing up to the age of five or those who have never been tested before, and are under the age of fifteen, can be tested at the aptitude testing institutions under the Magic Integration Departnt.
The Magic Integration Departnt then assigns lessons based on these individuals’ talents and strengths.
The territory does not require these people to possess profound Magic Mastery and power; they only need to perform their duties at their final assigned positions.
Magic production can also have an assembly line production model.
As a result, the prices of many magical items within the territory were driven down. Although the techniques of these people are not very advanced and the materials used are all inferior and shrunken, they are cheap enough.
A genuine Magic Enslavent Scroll outside starts at a price of Five Silver Coins, but in the Giant Dragon Territory, it’s only Three Silver Coins or even less.
So practice Magic Scrolls can be bought for as little as One Silver Coin, though the effectiveness of such scrolls is only one or two years, after which they need to be used again. Yet, these scrolls sell best because an average family can afford them.
"Whether Clagon lied or not, I have decided to forgive him," said the Dwarf, Jala, happily, "I like this place,"
Jala held a bowl full of ice-cold fruit wine in his hands. Chilly ice cubes swayed in the rich aroma of the wine. He took a satisfying sip and let out a burp.
"Oh, I love this place," said Jala.
It’s not just the sights and sounds along the way into the Golden City, with its bustling, prosperous atmosphere like that of a wealthy city in the Central Continent, where people packed the streets shoulder to shoulder, and the shouts of vendors filled the city with noise.
Nor is it just the various racial creatures with their occasional conflicts yet harmonious coexistence - the short and cunning green-skinned goblins and the coarse and straightforward brown-skinned Beastn;
The Barbarian clad in totem tattoos who spends money without looking, the Giant Demon who must bathe before entering the city gates, the bloodshot Jackal-Wolf Man, and the human residents who love to haggle with vendors.
Nor is it just the unique Greek-style buildings of the Golden City, which cater to the aesthetic of the Giant Dragon with the idea that bigger is better, grander is more beautiful, so the styles are majestic and dignified, magnificent and noble.
There’s also the clean, wide stone-paved ground covering the entire Golden City, public toilets set up at intervals of a block, and the bustling Giant Dragon Library.
There’s always a multitude of students trying to dash across the street, only to be turned back by the guard Dogman Soldiers at the Giant Dragon Academy, and the most bustling Giant Dragon Arena and thrilling Gladiatorial Arena.
Most importantly, the ice-chilled wine, which leaves the dwarves with infinite goodwill towards this city.
The climate of Giant Dragon Territory is mostly hot, so rchants and residents have developed the practice of chilling their drinks with ice.
But elsewhere, ice, sothing that does not seem like a luxury, is a living luxury used freely only by so Nobility.
Moreover, while the grain in Dragon Group Territory is not yet sufficient for mass wine production, the fruit resources of the Dragon Group Territory are endless, so various flavors of fruit wine have also beco a popular feature product of the Dragon Group Territory.
"Burp," Saladin the Dwarf also let out a satisfied burp. He raised his voice and spoke to the wine-selling rchant in a loud dwarf inherent voice that stood out even in the noisy environnt,
He asked, "Burp, my friend, honestly, the taste of ice-cold drinks, it’s really damn good. I, Saladin, simply love this feeling."
"But to be honest, my friend, glug glug, burp, these clean, pure ice cubes are only available to those Nobility,"
"Glug glug, I’ve never experienced such a taste. How can you use them in these cheap drinks? Ice is much pricier than the drinks themselves, burp!"
The wine-selling rchant was a Half-Elf. These clever and capable opportunists can find a place in any setting, especially in racially diverse settlents.
This Half-Elf smiled broadly. In front of him, these dwarves were excellent custors, always generous in their drinking habits. It’s not that they would pay double for a single cup, but they would order a dozen at once, matching the sales volu of those humans who prefer half a cup at a ti by dozens of tis.
The Half-Elf extended his finger and pointed far away to the mountaintop shrouded in clouds, seemingly at the edge of the horizon. That is the Dragon Nest, the Royal Capital, the location of the Holy Hall for Warriors.
On flat plains, a person’s eyesight, without considering factors like air visibility, can see over a hundred kiloters away.
An ordinary person’s vision can spot a speck of candlelight dozens of kiloters away, but from a high mountain, one can see over six hundred li into the distance.
·Even though the Golden City is over four hundred li from the Dragon Nest, on the one hand, these dwarves have much better eyesight than ordinary humans, and the tall forests in the area around the Golden City have been cut down, not obstructing their view.
On the other hand, the mountains where the Dragon Group resides constantly draw energy from deep within the Earth’s core to grow. The highest peak has already reached more than two thousand ters—although not very high, it is enough for these dwarves to catch a glimpse of the faintly discernible mountaintop in the distance.
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