Versatile Mage: Summoning Black Dragon, the pinnacle of divine power

Chapter 137: Solution to the Drowning Curse

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A few days later, with the help of Leng Jue, the Black Church branch in North America received a fairly thorough cleansing. Of course, there were still some people involved, but after this cleansing, the Black Church here would be unable to act for at least the next ten years.

The members of the national government teams from various countries who participated in the cleanup in this operation were also commended by the Holy Court and the Magic Associations of the Five Continents, as well as healing potions from the Parthenon.

"A miracle cure? That's just bullshit, right?"

Looking at the healing potion in his hand, Mo Fan suspected that Parthenon was fooling him. This thing might not be as good as Nan Rongni's healing magic, right?

“Are you bluffing? This thing can save your life at a critical moment. It can even give you back your life with one breath left.” Zhao Manyan said.

"There's no demand for it, and I can't get it."

Mo Fan was stunned. "So powerful?"

“I say, can you have a little common sense?” Nan Jue said helplessly.

"The healing potion of the Parthenon is an internationally rare resource and is not available on the market at all. Even in our team, there are only a few people who can get this kind of thing through their connections."

"If I sell it, how much can I get for it?" Mo Fan asked casually.

He is really short of money now. He has no idea where to find a contracted beast. Both the lightning and fire elements need soul seeds, the shadow element also needs special materials to advance, and the resources of the space element are ridiculously expensive.

Everyone has seen the bonus of Mu Ningxue's ice soul seed. Even Ai Jiangtu doesn't dare to say that he can win!

If he doesn't get some money to upgrade his equipment, he doesn't know how to play in the next game.

“We definitely won’t be able to sell many.” Zhao Manyan said.

"The most precious thing about international resources is that they are limited in quantity and you can't buy them just because you have money."

"Take the two bottles of healing medicine you have in your hands. According to the normal pricing of international resources, it is worth about 30 million. But if you want to spend 30 million to buy this thing, you definitely can't buy it."

"In some special markets, there will be people who will pay high prices to buy this kind of thing. The auction price will generally increase by three to five times on this basis. For some special resources, the price will be more than ten times, or even higher."

“But can’t I still buy it?” Mo Fan said.

Zhao Manyan was speechless. "Brother, you are buying this thing for at least three times, or even ten times, its true value. Are you crazy?"

“Won’t the people who make these things take charge of the reselling business themselves?” Mo Fan said.

"It's three to five times the price after a resale, so I made a fortune."

Zhao Manyan was at a loss for words, and the team members around him looked at Mo Fan as if he were a fool.

"It seems like the National Government team needs to sort out their brains," Guan Yu complained.

“Have you really taken any cultural courses?” Nan Jue asked doubtfully.

Anyone with normal intelligence and who has taken the most basic cultural courses at a magic university would not say such a thing.

"What's wrong?" Mo Fan asked puzzledly.

Is there anything wrong with what he said?
"Let me put it this way. The so-called limited edition doesn't just refer to the finished product. Even producers like Parthenon don't have too many raw materials themselves," Zhao Manyan said.

"Moreover, the special resources they produce are strictly controlled by the major magic forces for export. Most of them have been reserved before they are produced. There is no such thing as reselling them. You have to understand that even they don't have any extra of this stuff."

"No one would use precious special resources to exchange for a bunch of worthless currencies unless there is really no other way."

"As for the Parthenon, they really wouldn't resort to such means to make money. There are many people in this world who are eager to give them money. In fact, the Parthenon itself is the largest charity in the world."

"Can you...can you understand what I'm saying?"

"..." Mo Fan silently accepted the stares from the other team members as if they were looking at a moron.

Isn't it enough that he understood? !
"Okay, let me be more straightforward. As you said, Parthenon reselling these supplies is like Caesar selling his Princess Yan for money in order to have breakfast." Zhao Manyan said.

“Stop! Isn’t it enough that I understand?” Mo Fan’s face was filled with black lines.

"You really should catch up on your cultural studies." Jiang Shaoxu said.

"He has so many magic skills to practice that he probably doesn't have time to catch up now. If he wasn't worried about being scolded by his instructor, I think he would have run out to take on missions right now," Zhao Manyan said.

Everyone in this team has a background, and after a while they will basically upgrade their equipment, whether it's magic tools or spirit seeds, but no one gives anything to Mo Fan, so he can only earn it himself.

If it weren't for the fact that he still had some assets before, and the Clock Tower Magic Association also gave him some resources after the Ancient Capital, plus the fact that this guy was born with dual magic systems that made up for the disadvantages of magic tools to a certain extent, Mo Fan would have been unable to keep up.

If he didn't upgrade, when he got to Venice and faced off against the truly top mages, who were all soul species, what would Mo Fan's soul species have to fight against?
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Portugal.

After solving the Black Church problem in North America, Caesar contacted the nearby national government teams. An honorary mentor should always go through the procedures to at least let others know what he looks like.

"Drowning curse?"

Caesar, who had just returned from the Portuguese Pavilion, met Lingling who had flown over specially.

"Europe is your home turf. Do you have any information about the drowning curse?" Lingling asked.

"No." Caesar shook his head.

"That thing seems to be caused by a parasitic organism called jellyfish maggot. As long as we find one, wait for it to grow up, and extract the relevant vaccine tissue, we should be able to solve it."

"..."

Lingling was silent, and everyone in the living room looked at Caesar with an indescribable look.

No intelligence?

But you even know how to solve it?
"Do you know how wide the range of the drowning curse is?" Fal asked curiously.

If Caesar solved the Drowning Curse, Parthenon could have used this incident for marketing. Add to that the previous incident with the Black Church in North America, and no one would question Caesar's title of "Savior" anymore!

He is no longer just a name!
"I haven't paid attention to it. You know what my situation was like before," Caesar said.

"I can barely protect myself, how can I have time to care about these things?"

He had been locked up like a canary on the sacred mountain for so many years that he had become indifferent to everything. Unless it was a disgrace to him, he didn't care about these things.

"But you already know how to solve this problem, can't you just tell me directly?" Lingling said.

"No one asked me that before," Caesar said.

"..."

"Let's go and deal with it, and put it in his name." Mu Ningxue sighed.

She was used to Caesar's thick nerves. This guy wouldn't use his brain unless necessary!

It is for this reason that Caesar usually acts like a fool.

He's not stupid, he's just too lazy to move.

To put it bluntly, he's just an idiot!
(End of this chapter)