Ember Skywalker

Chapter 12 I'm different from you!
She was wearing a blue helmet and blue armor, her hair flying in the wind, and her face was full of heroic spirit.

"Ji Li Lange, the situation is deteriorating too quickly. I feel that this plane is burning."

The man sighed and pointed his finger into the distance:

“Over there, every inch of sky and earth is burning.

Master Cosi is right, this world is leaping, and their power will become stronger and stronger."

"Hmph, so what?"

Ji Lilange sneered:

"With Your Highness here, they will never be able to get past Dawn City."

“If Poincare really makes the transition, that guy will be promoted to the Apocalypse Titan, and I have no chance of winning.

Besides, although our warriors are brave, we are facing the entire front, and we can’t afford to waste time.”

The female general was not convinced: "But we still have wisdom."

"Don't you realize that they are getting smarter?"

The man smiled bitterly, which added a bit of vicissitudes of life charm to his handsome face.

“They are evolving, both in strength and intelligence.

I remember when we first set foot here, they only knew how to charge, and a simple trap could slaughter them in droves.

But what will they do now?

Reconnaissance, detour, feint, entrapment...

They are becoming more and more cunning and even capable of conspiracy, otherwise Palacio would not have been captured."

Jili Lange's face suddenly darkened.

Palacio is her brother, who was lured into Black Canyon during a battle to pursue ThunderClan.

Then, alien races emerged from all over the mountains.

They were fearless and brave, and used their lives to drain the blood of Dante's warriors. My brother fought hard and finally fell into their hands.

Although the price they paid was ten times heavier.

At this moment, the man tilted his head and his face became serious: "They are coming!"

After wandering around the city, Raven walked into a tavern.

The pub has a high turnover of staff, so they should need staff at all times.

Moreover, the people here are generous and it is easy to get tips.

Compared to other jobs, it is obviously easier to make money in this field.

“Are you hiring here?”

The person in charge was a middle-aged man who was busy with his work with his head down. He looked up when he heard the words.

"Sorry, we don't accept children. Guests will feel disrespected."

He threw out a copper coin and said, "Take it and buy a loaf of bread."

"Damn, do you think I'm a beggar?" Raven smiled bitterly, didn't answer, and turned away.

The man was surprised for a moment, then sneered.

Even at this point, you're still pretending to be noble.

He went to several more pubs and received almost the same response.

"Looks like I have to think of other ways." Raven walked out of the last tavern, thinking.

"Ouch!"

Suddenly a little boy bumped into him head-on and fell to the ground in pain.

The boy, who was smaller than him, rolled back and forth on the ground, seemingly in pain.

There were newspapers scattered around him. Raven glanced at them and saw four large words written prominently on them.

"Dante's Daily."

Dante's Daily is published by the Spellburners Guild and is a medium for reporting Dante's daily news.

"You have to compensate me for my newspaper!" the little boy cried.

"You hit me, okay!" Raven rolled his eyes and said.

Just then two tall young men came over, grabbed him viciously and pretended to hit him.

"You soiled my brother's newspaper, pay me!"

"Yes, if you don't pay me, I will break your legs today."

"Damn it, this scammer hit me on the head, and he didn't even look at where I came from."

Raven immediately understood the other person's thoughts.

You have to know that in his world, scamming people is a business!
I can still let you bully me!

call!
A ball of cyan-gold electric fire appeared in Raven's hand, emitting blazing high temperature.

Ah!
The boy felt a burning pain and let go in fear.

"The Burner!"

He screamed, fear in his eyes.

Every Burner is a terrifying existence, and offending them will only lead to death.

The little boy on the ground opened his mouth and tried to crawl away quietly.

Raven stepped on his butt.

"Want to run away now?"

"I...I didn't mean it. Don't kill me."

"It wouldn't be like this if I wanted to kill you."

Raven sneered and pointed at the two teenagers.

"You, you, call me Master!"

"Young Master."

"uncle!"

"master!"

The three of them smiled apologetically.

"get out!"

The three guys ran away, crawling and tumbling, forgetting even the newspaper.

Raven glanced at the newspaper and picked it up.

The first line reads: "The Zhimin invaded, the town of Champs-Elysées was massacred, and only a few dogs survived."

"Damn it, you're scolding me." Raven muttered and was about to throw them away.

"Give me a newspaper!"

Just then, a voice sounded in my ears.

A large mercenary was looking at him, a longbow slung across his back.

"What?" Raven didn't respond.

"Are you deaf? I want a newspaper!" the mercenary said impatiently.

Damn, if there wasn’t a saying that the customer is God, I would be angry with you.

Raven thought.

"Two copper coins." Raven said a random number.

"for you."

The mercenary threw him two copper coins, took a newspaper and left.

Looking at the mercenary's figure, Riven's heart moved. Isn't this an opportunity?

At dawn the next day, Raven arrived in front of a building.

This is a small building with a strong artistic atmosphere. He heard that all the newspapers in the city are distributed from here.

At this moment, there are already more than ten children lined up in front.

Coincidentally, the little boy who blackmailed him yesterday was also there.

He was looking around and suddenly saw Raven, his face turned pale.

Raven didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Not long after, the door of the small building opened.

A young man in a robe came out, followed by several piles of newspapers half a person's height.

This young man is actually the Burner of Laws!
In his hand he held a rope with a newspaper tied to the other end.

With a gentle tug on the rope, the heavy newspaper floated along with him.

Some of the children exclaimed.

Although they came here every day, they were still stunned by the scene before them.

Hearing the exclamation, the young man was not happy, but his face darkened.

“Damn Gallo!

I am a magic burner, not a magician, and yet you assign me to such menial tasks!"

"Shut up, everyone!"

he shouted at the boys.

"Whoever makes another noise will get out of here!"

The boys immediately fell silent.

The young man felt a little better.

"One copper coin for two copies, each person can only have a maximum of 1 copies. No queue-jumping, or you'll be kicked out!"

"I want 100 copies."

“I want 100 copies, too.”

Raven found that people generally chose 100 copies.

This means that 100 copies should be the daily limit, and any more may not be sold.

Thinking of this, he also prepared to order a hundred copies first.

"I want 200 copies." An innocent voice sounded.

Raven looked and saw that it was the little boy who was blackmailing him.

The young man glanced at him and said, "Bibo, be careful not to be able to sell it or it will rot in your hands."

"Thank you, sir. I have an idea," Bibo said innocently.

Thinking of his bad behavior, Raven suddenly understood that it seemed that someone was going to be unlucky again today.

When it was Raven's turn, he thought about it and decided to be safe, so he ordered 100 copies.

He hung around the Mercenary Alliance all day, and by the evening, they were all sold out.

Excluding the original capital of 50 copper coins, a net profit of 50 copper coins was made.

It's an income that's neither too much nor too little.

The key point is that this is the first income in his life, and Riven feels quite accomplished.

Over the next few days, he sold a hundred newspapers every day, but soon he felt that it was too slow.

According to Qinglan's monetary system, one hundred copper coins are exchanged for one silver coin, and ten silver coins are exchanged for one gold coin.

After several days of hard work, he only earned 3 silver coins. At this rate, it would be impossible for him to earn 10 gold coins in a month.

Then he thought about it all night.

The next day, he asked for 200 newspapers.

When he said this number, the boys looked at him strangely.

"Who is this? He's quite courageous."

"He's a new guy. Get ready to laugh at him tonight."

"That's right. Newspapers are not clothes. If you can't sell them, they will become obsolete."

"Bibo, why don't you speak?
Hey, you have a weird expression."

At this time, Bibo looked at Raven with fear and terror, gritting his teeth and feeling helpless.

"You'd better not mess with him." He sighed and said softly.

"Ahaha, did I hear it right? The fearless Bibo is actually afraid of that kid?"

"That's right, coward."

Bibo shrugged. "I bet you'll soon stop laughing."

After Raven got the newspaper, he read the contents carefully, memorized them silently, and filtered the news according to their importance.

This was the key to his plan.

He knew that most of these children selling newspapers were illiterate, otherwise they would not be hanging around on the streets.

Even if there are some people who can read, their literacy is extremely limited. They are lucky if they can understand half of a newspaper.

What's more, you have to memorize the content of each day and then filter it out?
But he is different from them!
(End of this chapter)