National destiny survival: I am weak and rely on luck to fly

Inside the private room, surrounded by gilded pillars, twelve magic crystal chandeliers hang from the dome, casting a soft, cascading light.

More than two hundred employees of Libao Pavilion lined up in a silent queue, each carrying a black gold-rimmed mithril box with the lid half open, revealing layers of temporary spatial spheres inside.

The outer walls of the temporary space spheres, each the size of a pigeon egg, were covered with flowing blue runes. Inside each sphere was a tamed flying mount with its wings folded and its pupils closed.

The men stepped forward one by one, their steps light and quick, piling mithril chests filled with temporary space orbs throughout the private room.

Only after the last box was stacked properly did the last worker bow his head and step back, then silently close the door.

Click—the door closed.

Once he was alone in the room, Shen Nan let out a long breath, raised his hand to touch the mithril chests, and all the mithril chests were swept away as if by an invisible tide, instantly stored in his spatial backpack.

Then he opened the friend trading panel and traded all the temporary space orbs to Shen Wansan.

The number was too large for him to count and check one by one, so he had to leave it to Shen Wansan and the others to sort, count and verify.

The door to the other private room, which was ten feet away, was tightly closed.

Sit leaned against the sofa, while across the long table, Mawich stared blankly at the dozen or so large magic bags lined up in front of him.

This is the proceeds from the transaction of 130,000 flying mounts, which, after a 20% discount, amount to a total of 52 million gold coins.

“Fifty-two million…” Ma Weiqi repeated in a low voice, his voice trembling as if squeezed from the depths of his throat.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, he thought Shen Nan's "I want them all" was just a rich young master's empty talk.

Until the other party casually tossed out a dozen or so magic bags filled with gold coins.

The dull "thump" as the bag hit the table made him realize that Mr. Shen Nan was serious.

Even more outrageous, after handing over 52 million gold coins on the spot, he added in a nonchalant tone: "Site said that Libao Pavilion also has several branches in the neighboring cities. If it's convenient, I hope you can contact the manager of each branch. I want all the flying mounts in each branch, or give me an address and I can go there myself."

At that moment, Ma Weiqi's heart tightened, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

In terms of status, he was the youngest direct descendant of the Ma family, one of the five top noble families in the capital. He had four older brothers and three older sisters, all of whom were either in charge of the army, in charge of politics, or married into the royal family. They were all shrewd and capable.

He alone, with mediocre talent and a lazy nature, had come to Libaoge to take on a managerial position, hoping for a peaceful life.

Even though he came from a top noble family, he had seen fifty million gold coins before, and the turnover of his family's treasury was even more impressive. But he had never met a young master who could pull out such a huge sum of money at once.

He had interacted with almost everyone in the capital, whether they were young masters of top noble families or sons of marquises who held real power in the outer counties. He had at least heard of or knew about most of them, but he had no memory of Shen Nan.

"Could he be a noble young master from another kingdom? Or perhaps the illegitimate son of a duke?" Ma Weichi glanced furtively at the person opposite him. "Site, do you know what Lord Shen Nan's true identity is?"

“I don’t know, and I don’t want to know.” Sit’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice slightly hoarse.

Although he only stayed in the Dawn Territory for a few days and spent every day drunk, his strength had recovered to its peak and even improved. Even when he was drunk and confused, he could clearly feel the uniqueness of the entire Dawn Territory.

In a territory of several thousand people, knights and mages make up nearly half of the total population, yet this great archmage could only sense those people who, though weaker than himself, could not discern their exact strength.

Besides these thousands of knights and mages, there are also strange pets that can understand human speech.

A giant vine that can grow larger or smaller at will, a fox that can speak human language, and a fat chicken that clucks incessantly every day, circling around a pheasant like a protective mother hen.

What shocked him even more was the night before he set off. For some unknown reason, more than a thousand people suddenly experienced a simultaneous promotion in strength. If he hadn't been absolutely certain that he was awake, he would have thought he was dreaming.

Shen Nan is shrouded in mystery. Even without the debt of saving his life, and even if they couldn't become friends, he wouldn't dare to offend him maliciously.

"Don't go asking around," Sit warned, then took out a magic pouch from his pocket, flipped it over, and several exquisite glass bottles of various colors were neatly arranged on the table.

Curious, Ma Weiqi picked up a bottle, examined the liquid inside closely, and asked in confusion, "This is... wine?"

Siete nodded and said, "Yes." Then she added, "Try it."

"Hey, I'd like to see what kind of good wine you recommend to me." Ma Weichi picked out a transparent glass bottle and opened it. Instantly, a unique aroma that he had never smelled before wafted out, startling him so much that he immediately brought his nose to the bottle opening and took a deep breath.

With his eyes closed, Ma Weichi exclaimed, "This taste is amazing! It's a flavor I've never seen before!" He then immediately took a sip from the bottle.

Seeing his actions, Sit was about to stop him but it was too late. Mawich took a big gulp straight from the bottle opening.

Just as Sit had predicted, the completely unprepared Mawich was instantly choked by the spicy, original, and unmodified spirit, spitting it out from his nose and mouth. Mawich's eyes were red as he asked, "What... what kind of spirit is this? How can it be so spicy?"

“Gesture wine.” Sitter handed Ma Weichi a clapper, then picked out a pink glass bottle, opened it, poured a little half a glass, and handed it to Ma Weichi. “Try this, it’s Morinda flavored, you should like it.”

Ma Weichi took the half-glass of pink wine, first lightly touching the rim of the glass with the tip of his nose, and a delicate fragrance of Mori orchid, as clear as morning dew, slid into his nose.

He took a small sip, and as the wine entered his mouth, a soft and cool sweetness bloomed on his tongue.

Immediately afterwards, the original strong aroma of the wine was gently enveloped by the fragrance of flowers, turning into a warm undercurrent that rolled over the back of the tongue, retaining the pride that a strong liquor should have, while adding seven parts gentleness.

"Fine wine!" Ma Weichi couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, his eyes shining brightly. "This glass is just like the one from before, both of them are strong. The former is like a blizzard in the North, and the latter is like the clear sky after a snowfall, yet both leave one speechless with lingering aftertaste."

He swirled the glass with obvious delight, taking another sip of the pinkish-gold liquid before reluctantly looking up: "Site, where did you get such a fine thing? Don't tell me it's a new secret brew from some old distillery in the capital—I guarantee there's no other place in the entire capital that can brew something of this quality."

Sit lazily poured himself a glass, took a sip, and then slowly began to recount his experiences over the past few days.