A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 197 Basement Level 8

Amidst the roar of the machines, gold coins dripped down one after another.

This is the Astral Mint, the largest mint in the entire Mage Alliance, which mints billions of gold coins every day.

In the astral plane, gold has never been a precious metal, after all, it's not something extraordinary.

These gold coins will be deposited into the banks of the entire Mage Alliance to replace the old money.

In the Mage Alliance, you'll find that all the gold coins in the bank were old when they were deposited, and some even had their edges cut off.

However, the bank accepted all the money, and when the money was withdrawn, it was all brand new.

Where did all those gold coins that had been used for a long time go?

Of course, it was sent to the mint.

Gold coins mean nothing to the Mage Alliance; perhaps they are merely a byproduct.

As we all know, the more people believe in something, the more faith power will be concentrated on it.

What about money?

Of course it will happen, but it will be very rare.

However, the alliance provided publicity and other means to package the gold coins as a symbol of wealth and good fortune in the eyes of ordinary people.

Everyone desires it, and over time, this desire accumulates on it along with the circulation of gold coins, eventually forming a strange and extraordinary material.

Lucky Metal is a miraculous metal. When mixed with it, various mechanical creations made from it will have a significantly reduced probability of failure, and may even experience inexplicable increases in efficiency.

It can be described as a versatile metal, its only drawback being its high price, extremely high price.

Of course, some are not easy to obtain.

However, it's not a big problem; the mages have already taken care of it.

They used ordinary people from the entire Mage Alliance as producers to manufacture this metal.

"So many gold coins can only produce a few grams of lucky metal."

Jess seemed particularly interested, while Jiang Shuzhou seemed uninterested.

After all, this thing requires a huge scale, and Jiang Shuzhou doesn't have the capacity to produce it yet, plus he doesn't need these things.

The tour started off smoothly. Jiang Shuzhou and Jess discussed the mysteries of alchemy while admiring the coinage spectacle in the lounge.

However, things didn't go as planned. Even in such a safe place, someone still managed to cause trouble.

"Professor Jess, help me!"

"I'm your student!"

Jess was slightly taken aback, but then returned to calm.

The voice sounds like Ye Chen, but I'm not sure. I'll listen again.

Jiang Shuzhou showed no reaction whatsoever. Ye Chen?

Irrelevant, already separated.

It was obvious that Ye Chen was caught because he was carrying a weapon.

Although mages can cast spells without a staff, it doesn't matter whether they have a weapon or not.

However, spells leave traces, and no one is that foolish.

However, Ye Chen was different. His attire was nothing like that of a mage. The staff thought that a desperate warrior had sneaked in to steal money.

So it was only natural that he was taken away.

Jiang Shuzhou shook his head. He had clearly given instructions, but some people just wouldn't listen.

If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer.

In the end, it was Jess who stepped in and got Ye Chen out of trouble.

Despite this unexpected incident, everyone's enthusiasm remained undiminished, and just like that, the part everyone had been looking forward to arrived.

The staff led everyone to a platform made of piled-up gold coins.

The rules were announced.

"Use the cups we provide to hold as many gold coins as you can, and you can take them with you no matter how many you put in them."

Then the students began.

Through meticulous calculations, they built a tall building from gold coins, much like stacking building blocks.

The cup, which could only hold a few dozen gold coins, was filled with more than 300 before it stopped.

"These students are truly...very special."

Then he saw Jiang Shuzhou's cup.

The gold coins, standing a full three meters tall, were stacked at a delicate angle to maintain their balance.

Jiang Shuzhou is not short of money; he just wants to challenge himself.

Now, the staff have nothing to say.

Finally, under the silent gaze of all the staff, Jiang Shuzhou dragged away the more than 3-meter-high pile of gold coins with one hand.

Even the slightest tremor would have caused the gold coin tower to collapse, but Jiang Shuzhou did not.

His hands were ridiculously steady.

A mage who has mastered the art of flesh and blood has such a steady hand.

Finally, after Jiang Shuzhou left, the staff began to whisper among themselves.

"Should we change the rules?"

"Why would I change it? I refuse to believe that every mage can be this shameless!"

"Why bother with that? The output per minute is higher than this."

The group shook their heads and finally came to a conclusion.

I met an amazing person today.

After the tour, Jess finally took off his hood.

He now understood why so many seniors liked to wear hoodies.

It's not shameful to spend so much time on it.

Jiang Shuzhou wholeheartedly agreed, because he never took off his hood.

Some people put on hoods, but actually took them off.

Time flies, and with the end of the semester, it's time for vacation.

This holiday isn't for students, it's for teachers.

After all, mages also need their own time to conduct spell experiments, and so does Jiang Shuzhou. However, he doesn't need to conduct experiments; he's going to conquer the world.

Not long ago, the burrowing worm unearthed an underground world, which, based on its depth and elemental concentration, should be the eighth level.

I spend my free time taking classes, but my real job is conquering the world. It feels pretty good.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The sky above is a dazzling starry sky.

On the ground, the towns, composed of various races, appeared to be a mixed bag.

"Jim, have you heard?"

Inside the bar, bartender Hank served Jim a mushroom cocktail.

"What the hell? What do you mean, 'heard'?"

"A huge thing fell from the sky!"

"That thing was huge, it was... how big was it again?"

"It's just really big."

"What does that have to do with me?"

Jim countered with a question.

"That thing can glow! I suspect it has a sunstone inside! A huge one."

"Big enough to light up the whole world? Don't be silly, Hank, nothing can light up the whole world."

Hank lowered his head and whispered to Jim.

"I heard those pointy-eared people are also looking for that thing. Who knows, it might actually be a treasure."

Jim paused for a moment upon hearing "pointed ears," then a flash of hatred crossed his eyes.

"You know, I don't like those arrogant and cruel guys."

"But they asked for a very high price."

Hank said unwillingly.

"No matter how high the price is, you still need to be alive to get it. I don't have that kind of ability."

"You're the best mercenary here!"

"I am nothing!"

Hank was stunned.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about some bad things from the past."

Jim apologized briefly and left in a hurry.

"Ailan, you won't just die like this. More outsiders have come. I will definitely bring you home."

With Jim's mutterings to himself, he disappeared into the endless darkness around him.