Chapter 75

Very soon, the other fifty-eight children were brought in.

Lucia, who had woken up, looked more confident than before.

A fifth-level grand mage, and she was only five years old this year.

Many people thought it was unfair, that she was born well, with magical fluctuations accompanying her at birth.

They couldn't just let Lucia die, could they?

Inherent unfairness was something that couldn't be helped.

However, there were also those who, through their own efforts, even without innate magical talent, could become high-level earth mages or even sky mages.

Many innate mages ultimately couldn't match those who worked hard later in life.

The children didn't envy Lucia, who had both talent and effort.

They saw her determination and persistence for victory.

Children's thoughts are simpler than adults', so they got along well with Lucia, especially when she shared her candy with them.

Miles, who also woke up, didn't refuse either. He was a child and liked candy.

Moreover, his upbringing didn't allow him to harbor resentment after a loss to a future teammate; he was of royal blood.

Today, he changed his equipment with the other children. His original equipment was worth about seven million gold coins, and the staff alone was worth five million gold coins.

Lucia's equipment, however, was worth over fifty million gold coins, and not all of it was bought with gold coins; they wouldn't sell it for gold.

She was still missing a hairpin, and once she had it, the value of her entire set of equipment would double.

A fire-element set was worth one hundred million gold coins.

So, the status of mages was high, but they were usually poor.

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Emperor Rexlar, like a kind grandfather, led a group of children into one warehouse after another.

Then Nalasha equipped them, while Gongsun Murong didn't intervene, as he needed instruments.

In this aspect, he envied Nalasha, thinking her perception was almost invincible and could be used for anything.

When he returned to his family and formed a fleet, he could have Nalasha stay in the flagship to accompany him, and she could warn him of any unexpected dangers.

Gongsun Murong wouldn't test the magnetic field with his instruments now, or he would be remembered.

Nalasha, on the other hand, relied on her own strength, and even if others wanted to have it, they couldn't just capture her, could they?

Capturing her would be very difficult.

Emperor Rexlar didn't have the idea of keeping Nalasha to help with magical equipment every day; that would be a short-sighted behavior.

More importantly, Nalasha wasn't just capable of detecting magnetic fields.

If that was all she could do, she would lose some of her freedom.

She was also an earth mage, and her combat talent was evident.

Therefore, Emperor Rexlar watched with satisfaction as Nalasha opened the empire's twenty magical jewelry warehouses.

He watched as she took out all the magical jewelry and began to match them.

Numerous pieces of jewelry flew in the air, then separated by type and grade, and were placed together based on compatibility.

The children watched with wide eyes, curious.

They already knew that the emperor would provide each of them with at least one set of equipment.

Their own equipment was also good, but the principality's equipment couldn't match the empire's.

The distribution was based on rank and strength.

Warriors received warrior sets, one set was enough.

For the young mages, it depended on their level and element.

From the 60th to the 26th place, each mage child received a set of magical jewelry, grade four, plus a grade five staff.

Because the combination was well-matched, their equipment could, to some extent, match ordinary grade six equipment.

From the 25th to the 8th place, they received two sets, but some children only got one set because they were single-element mages.

They had grade five equipment, plus a grade six staff.

The remaining children received as many sets as they had elements, grade six equipment, and grade seven staffs.

The empire couldn't provide all grade seven sets for all elements.

Now, the children had almost taken one-third of the good items from the empire's warehouses. The rest weren't given because they didn't match the children's magnetic fields.

Even so, one child was missing a piece of equipment, a belt, and it was Miles from the royal family.

He stood there, looking at his great-grandfather.

"Uh~!" Emperor Rexlar always presented a fair and just image to outsiders.

But he was also a person and had to take care of his younger generation.

Miles was missing a plant-element belt, grade six, which made a significant difference in strength.

"There really isn't a suitable one. I don't dislike him; we will fight together in the future," Nalasha said, indicating she hadn't deliberately left out Lucia's opponent.

Miles was a multi-element mage, excluding the spatial element.

Just as everyone was unsure what to do, Steward Nigel arrived with a group of people.

They carried large boxes, panting heavily, indicating the contents were heavy, mainly because the boxes were so large.

There were thirty boxes in total.

They were lined up on the ground.

"Your Majesty, just a short while ago, I sent out all my people to collect magical equipment throughout the capital, whether useful or not, and haven't paid yet.

Of course, I had them bring the price lists. After selection, I will negotiate the prices with them, as you know, they always mark the prices very high.

Oh, more items will be delivered later. Magical spaceships can't teleport instantly; it takes a bit of time, a bit."

Steward Nigel wiped his sweat and reported.

Clearly, before the children arrived and during the time they were selecting equipment, he had mobilized people to collect items from various magical stores and underground black markets in the capital.

Then the boxes were opened.

Each of the thirty boxes, two meters wide and high, and three meters long, contained at least ten thousand pieces of equipment, placed in a messy manner without any packaging.

Returning them would be a significant task, and any mistakes could lead to disputes.

However, everyone present thought that Steward Nigel wouldn't easily return them; he might buy them and resell them.

After Nalasha's matching, the value of the perfect or near-perfect sets would be much higher than the original individual items or even the sets others had matched.

This was a large sum of money, but it represented more than just money; it also involved other interests.

The wise Emperor Rexlar instantly fell into a fantasy, not because of a lack of resolve, but because the impact was too great.

He thought about taking advantage of Nalasha's stay in the capital to collect more magical equipment.

After matching, they could settle with lower-grade sets, and a good match could easily exchange for ten or twenty times the original number of equipment.

This was still a benefit for the people under his rule as an emperor.

Perfect sets could fetch fifty times the difference, which was considered small.

Thus, no money from the treasury would be needed.

Then they could hold a continent-wide auction, inviting people from the other eleven empires to the capital to buy.

They would need accommodation, food, and entertainment.

This would be a huge income and would enhance the status of the Rexlar Empire.

Local specialties could also be sold in batches.

They couldn't auction everything at once; it had to be done in batches. How much should be auctioned at a time? Good sets of equipment, and...

While Emperor Rexlar was fantasizing, Nalasha was working hard to categorize and match.

More boxes were continuously delivered.

In the end, there were a total of 491 boxes.

This showed the depth of the empire's resources.

Just the capital alone had the items, but without the money, the profit wasn't enough, so they wouldn't sell, preferring to stockpile.

However, today was an imperial requisition, and the items in the stores had to be handed over.

An emergency requisition, who would dare to hide anything?

Not handing everything over would result in the destruction of an entire family, charged with treason, as the emergency requisition order was based on wartime regulations.

The children had already eaten and were resting directly in the palace.

Nalasha was still busy, and there were still countless pieces of jewelry flying in the sky.

Of course, she wasn't just working. By dinner time, Gongsun Murong made a hot pot.

It was a charcoal-burning pot, not a鸳鸯pot, but a single-layer pot with a chimney, made of copper, perfect for eating pickled cabbage and three-layer pork.

The pickled cabbage turned green when put in, not white or yellow.

The pickled cabbage was naturally made by Gongsun Murong, commonly known as '积酸菜' in their race, pronounced 'jī'.

It was a winter dish, made in large jars.

Nalasha liked it, and Gongsun Murong made six large jars, usually not sharing with others, along with fermented tofu and stinky tofu, and leek flower sauce.

He was responsible for cooking, and once a piece was cooked, he controlled it to fly to Nalasha's mouth to feed her.

Nalasha, while busy, also took the time to say what dipping sauce she wanted.

In front of Gongsun Murong, there were over ten types of sauces, including broad bean sauce, sour sauce, stinky sauce, spicy and numbing sauce, fish offal sauce, and braised sauce.

The sound of swallowing saliva could be heard frequently, and many people in the palace were watching but couldn't eat.

Nalasha was busy, and Gongsun Murong had made the hot pot specifically for her. Who would have the nerve to eat at this time?

Hadn't Gongsun Murong not taken a single bite either?

"Lord Gongsun, you've laid out all the dipping sauces? Let me count, fifteen types of sauces, it's really hard to imagine."

Steward Nigel, eager for Nalasha to finish, asked while swallowing saliva.

Gongsun Murong shook his head regretfully: "Far from it. Fifteen types of sauces don't even make up one percent of the system. There's no time, no materials, and I'm not good enough, it's embarrassing."

Steward Nigel clenched his teeth, thinking, "You're a lord, don't be so discouraging, okay? This isn't humility; it's arrogance."

A plate of sauces was there, and he still said there were few types and he wasn't good enough. Was he showing off?

Could a sauce form a system?

Gongsun Murong acted as if he hadn't seen it, as he was telling the truth.

He then cooked a large shrimp at Nalasha's request, slightly shaking the chopsticks to remove the shell, leaving only the meat, which he dipped lightly in the shrimp sauce made from the shrimp head and flew to Nalasha.

"I love seafood the most," Nalasha said, biting and chewing, her voice muffled.

Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she swallowed the shrimp meat forcefully, shouting, "Brother Murong, look, we found it, we found a key part Linda needs."

Gongsun Murong stood up, took the football-sized part that Nalasha flew over, and said to the others, "We'll take this."

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