“I understand, I'll be there in a bit.”
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Hanging up the phone, Qian Er stretched lazily, grabbed Wan Hua Mo and rubbed it hard a couple of times before standing up, changing his clothes, and heading out.
Because Qian Er's transaction was so large, the student union temporarily closed the resource exchange hall to prevent errors.
“Yo, Senior, I'm here.”
Pushing open the door of the resource exchange hall, Qian Er immediately saw the Senior standing in the hall looking at her phone, and greeted her with a smile.
In an instant, the Senior jumped up like a cat whose fur had been ruffled, and only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that it was Qian Er.
“Junior, you'll scare people to death like that.”
Complaining, the Senior immediately led Qian Er to the warehouse area in the back.
“The first batch of resources you exchanged has already arrived. In order to guarantee the daily resource consumption needs of the students in the academy, we also had to free up some for you. It really wasn't easy. Fortunately, our academy's Literature Department has a specialty that teaches this, and the student union consulted the teachers there before we could manage it.”
The Imperial Academy is divided into the Literature Department and the Martial Department. The Martial Department is easy to understand, it's the Beast Taming Department, while the Literature Department is mostly ordinary people and some Beast Tamers with weak talents who got in through written test scores.
After all, humanity's survival to this day certainly can't rely on force alone. The continuation of civilization is equally important.
“Here, it's all inside. Your second batch of resources is estimated to arrive on the third of next month at the current rate.”
Saying that, the Senior handed three space backpacks to Qian Er, with all the dark-attribute resources sorted and arranged inside.
“Okay, then I'll be going if there's nothing else.”
Taking the space backpacks, Qian Er couldn't wait to take them back to give his little ones a surprise, so he waved his hand and quickly left.
But before he even reached the door, the phone rang.
“What's going on today? Why are things all happening at once?”
Raising an eyebrow, Qian Er took out his phone, looking at Yu Feiyi's caller ID, and curiously dialed the number.
As soon as the call connected, a muffled panting sound came from the other end.
After a long while, an excited shout came from the other end.
“Haha, Little Qian, your brother has broken through to True King! The Yan Nation's, no, the first Holy-attribute True King in human history! Your brother will be recorded in history from now on, enjoying the俸禄of seventy-two countries, and be crowned the Light King!”
Qian Er could even imagine Yu Feiyi laughing while desperately pinching his thigh, trying not to reveal an out-of-control expression in front of him, but his face was full of smiles.
Moreover, there are only a little over one hundred and forty countries in the human territory around the world, and Yu Feiyi is enjoying the俸禄of seventy-two countries at once, being recognized by seventy-two countries as the Light King. It can only be said that he is worthy of being the first Holy-attribute True King.
“But Brother Yu, won't you have problems eating the俸禄of seventy-two countries?”
Qian Er asked, not stopping his pace.
“Of course there are problems, so I rejected all of them except for the Yan Nation's. The Emperor didn't treat me badly either, increasing my original military-level resources several times over. Overall, I still profited.”
Qian Er understood now. He thought to himself that even he knew that he couldn't do such taboo things, so how could Yu Feiyi not know?
“Then what did you call me for? Just to show off?”
Returning to his home, Qian Er asked with a smile.
“Of course not. My coronation ceremony will be held the day after tomorrow. Remember to come. I was the first to invite you, so don't refuse to give me face.”
Qian Er understood now. The coronation ceremony is held for every True King in the open, with the purpose of not only promoting the strength of their country, but also giving the masses something to see.
It's equivalent to giving the masses a reassurance.
“Okay, I'll be there the day after tomorrow.”
Nodding, Qian Er agreed and hung up the phone. Yu Feiyi still had to go and share the good news with others.
Soon, an address was sent over from the other side.
Qian Er memorized it and threw the phone aside, distributing all the resources to his own beasts.
……
Apocalyptic World.
Whoosh!!!!
The ear-piercing sound of wind accompanied by sonic booms echoed in the high altitude. The Frost Lord recklessly displayed his full speed in the air.
With the blessing of a divine name and hundreds of thousands of believers, he could clearly feel himself getting stronger at all times. Although the increase in strength wasn't large, it was continuous.
Flying in the sky, the Frost Lord looked down at the rapidly passing scenery with extreme boredom.
He flew around the city in circles, expanding outwards. He didn't know how far he had flown now. At least he couldn't see the ruins of that city when he looked back, but he still hadn't seen any traces of humans.
Suddenly, the Frost Lord's rapid flight in the air came to an abrupt halt. His massive body froze in the high altitude, his empty eye sockets staring intently at a mountain range below.
On a mountaintop, wisps of smoke rose upwards, gradually dissipating.
“Traces of humans!”
The Frost Lord excitedly swooped down towards the place where the smoke was coming from. He had finally seen a lead on the task that Qian Er had assigned.
At this time, in the mountains, a group of people wearing armor made of two wooden planks tied together, holding various self-made spears, crossbows, and even modern crossbows and firearms, these rather mismatched weapons, warily watched down the mountain.
“Old Liu, did you see it clearly? Those things down the mountain really came up?”
An old man with wrinkles on his face, holding a three-meter-long spear, stared fiercely at the area he was responsible for guarding, and asked the person behind him without turning his head.
“Yes, I originally wanted to go to the mountainside to pick some wild fruits for my son, but suddenly I saw that the mist had already spread to the hillside. You also know that the mist usually only spreads at the foot of the mountain and can't reach higher places at all, but now it has actually reached the hillside.”
The middle-aged man called Old Liu took a puff of moldy tobacco with a worried face. The taste he hadn't tasted in years made him cough.
He had brought this thing from the city when he was fleeing the apocalypse. He had been hiding it for so many years, the tobacco had dried and then moistened, moistened and then dried, and it was so moldy that he couldn't even see its original appearance, but it was still a good thing now.
“You old thing, you have such good stuff and you're hiding it?”
The old man who had just spoken glared at him, snatched the tobacco from his hand, took a puff of half of it, and then returned it.
“This time, we might really die.”
While speaking and exhaling smoke, he didn't show any fear on his face.
He had already finished fearing in the five years of the apocalypse, and now all that was left was numbness.
