Don't disturb the sorcerer's scientific research

Chapter 38: What era is it still traditional adventure?
Phantom World, the third floor of the Sun Temple dungeon, which is also the bottom floor.

This is the most dangerous level of entrustment in the exam, a place that most candidates dare not set foot in.

Except for the reckless ones who have no clear understanding of their own level, even a team with outstanding abilities would not choose to go to the bottom level on the first day.

However, now, a team of four was running wildly in the dark tunnel.

Behind them stood a furious Cyclops, brandishing a crude club nearly two meters long made of wood, stone, and rusted iron.

Wherever the blow hit, the wall collapsed instantly.

If a human body were hit by this kind of attack, it would probably be shattered more thoroughly than a wall.

Although you won't actually die in the phantom world, you will lose your qualification to take the exam if you're not careful. No matter how much money you've made from completing commissions before, if you're fatally injured and kicked out, you'll have to come back next year.

With such a low margin of error, the running team remained completely calm and maintained their basic formation.

Among this batch of candidates, they are definitely the best ones.

After the team walked a few hundred meters in the tunnel, a stone gate appeared in front of them.

The leading boy gave the order, "Prepare—"

The moment the person at the end of the team enters the stone gate.

"It's now!"

"Greasy surface." The mage at the end of the team cast a spell, and a thick layer of grease appeared on the ground outside the door.

The pursuing Cyclops was unable to dodge, slipped, and fell heavily to the ground, causing the ground to shake.

The giant stick slipped out of his hand, but the Cyclops still didn't give up. He stretched out his hand with difficulty, trying to catch those little men.

He had a big head but no content, which was not enough to understand what was going on, but he instinctively felt that it was related to these villains.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch it.

Risky tips, big body and weak gate.

The female priest in the team raised her staff, "Thorns and brambles!"

A dark green light flashed, and several thorns quickly wrapped around the Cyclops. The third person in the team immediately followed up and used a curse to weaken the giant's defense.

While weakening them, a fiery fire snake brushed past the corners of their clothes and hit the giant's single eye. The huge body was immediately engulfed by flames, and the grease and thorns became fuel, making the fire burn more and more vigorously.

The Cyclops struggled in the flames for a few minutes before gradually becoming silent.

"We succeeded, Thomas!" the team's mage shouted excitedly, "We completed the most difficult commission! Your mastery of bloodline power has become even more proficient."

Thomas Reinhardt, the captain of this team, is a warlock.

The Reinhardt family has red dragon bloodline, and most family members are born with a strong affinity for the element of fire. It is said that they still maintain a close connection with certain ancient dragons.

The degree to which a member of this family is valued does not depend on whether he is the main line or the eldest son, but on the degree to which he inherits the dragon magic in his bloodline.

Dragon bloodline is a very random thing. It is not necessarily the case that the main line inherits more magic power than the side line. It mainly depends on fate.

If you are unlucky, your limit in this life is to be a lighter. If you are lucky, you can even grow dragon wings and display dragon power.

And Thomas is the one among their generation who inherited the most outstanding magic from his bloodline.

Thomas didn't seem too excited about his teammates' praise. He just said calmly, "It's my job to take risks."

"Yes, leader!"

The mage immediately changed his words.

Apparently, he was not surprised by this somewhat strange request.

Thomas adjusted his clothes and hairstyle. No matter how tense the situation, a nobleman should be elegant.

He walked to the remains of the Cyclops, picked up a piece of rubble, and knocked off the giant's canine tooth as proof of submitting the task.

“Now, no one can compete with us for the top spot.”

Thomas said quite proudly.

"Of course," the team's mage immediately responded, "We were the first to reach the standard and the first to complete the highest-level commission. How could anyone possibly compete with us?"

"As a noble, you must be humble."

Thomas said this, but he didn't seem humble at all.

In his opinion, it was a foregone conclusion that he would be number one.

He came to take the exam to be the first.

From childhood to adulthood, he has never been ranked second, and he has always been absolutely confident in his talent.

I only failed three questions during the written test. I guess there couldn't be anyone better than me, so I definitely got the highest score.

Now in the second round, his team has the most resources, the strongest strength, and the highest efficiency. Those mediocre candidates still have to rely on him to allocate commissions.

It won't be long before he officially enters the academy as the top student in every round of exams and the best student in the history of Saint-Dero.

Everything is going according to plan. That's what nobility is all about – perfection.

Leading the team, Thomas left the dungeon and returned to the Adventurer's Guild.

He couldn't help laughing when he thought about the other candidates' surprised and envious expressions when they saw the high commission when he submitted the most difficult task.

Aristocrats should be outstanding in this way.

But when he arrived at the door of the Adventurer's Association, he saw a scene he had never expected.

The candidates lined up in a long queue in front of a small table. A short man was sitting on one side of the table, and on the table was a pile of golden coins.

He took huge risks hunting Cyclops, but he could earn less than one-tenth of that pile.

How did you do it?
Thomas couldn't believe his eyes.

"Go see what she's doing," he ordered.

After saying this, he began to chew his fingers nervously, his plan to get the top spot was now seriously threatened.

A few minutes later, the team came back.

"Leader, she's helping all the candidates reduce the Adventurer's Association's cut. If she takes care of everything, she'll charge a 5% commission."

"Can you still do this?"

"Captain, I think it's a good thing, because she can help us save nearly 20% of the commission."

"Hahaha, that's really a good thing."

Thomas gave a professional smirk.

Then I started doing simple calculations in my mind. If that person took 5% from each candidate, how much money would it be?

It’s hard to say exactly how much, but it’s definitely much more than taking on three or five difficult commissions.

If he wants to be number one, the previous plan won't work.

You must seize every minute and accept commissions like crazy.

Moreover, every time he accepted a commission, in order to prevent the association from taking 5%, he had to take the initiative to give % to his competitor!

Thomas didn't have time to think about it. He immediately rushed into the association and took on all the most difficult commissions...

……

Two days later, when the first batch of exams ended and the last ten minutes were approaching for everyone to exit the phantom world, Thomas rushed towards the association. His tired body could not break his strong will.

"Submitted a commission to retrieve the rare amulet on the third floor! Luckily, I made it in time."

He didn't even have time to ask Mia for tax avoidance. After receiving this money, the total amount he earned in three days came to 326 kronor.

That's more than ten times the passing standard.

This number must be higher than that of the dwarf who took advantage of the loophole.

Thomas had a victorious smile on his face.

As a victor, he decided to care for the loser, which was part of his aristocratic and elegant creed.

He walked slowly to Mia's stall and took a closer look at the money on the table. It was no more than two hundred kronor.

The advantage is mine!

Thomas asked gently, always approachable as long as he was in the dominant position.

"Thank you for your hard work these days."

"Really? Thank you." Mia swung her legs leisurely.

She didn't feel that she had worked very hard. Instead, she was puzzled as to why no one could understand such a simple question and had to let her be the agent.

In her opinion, there was no need to do any calculations, just write down the numbers and the answers would come naturally. She thought she would mainly earn consulting fees, but she didn't expect that all the candidates would entrust her to do it for them.

"You've worked so hard, you'll definitely pass the exam. How much money have you earned in total?"

Thomas asked, pretending not to care, but in fact he cared a lot.

"Let me check the accounts. Two hundred... two hundred and seventy."

"Hahaha, that's not bad."

"Two hundred and seven are the ones on the table. The first bag on the floor contains three hundred and fifty. The second bag..."

When Thomas heard Mia mention the first bag, his ears started to ring and he couldn't hear the rest.

I just felt chest tightness, shortness of breath, weakness in my limbs, palpitations and headache.

From the symptoms, it is high blood pressure.

There was only one last thought in his groggy mind: Mia. He remembered this name. No, no one could get ahead of him. He would definitely make her look bad during the final round of exams...

(End of this chapter)