Mortal Mage

"Try to draw a mini version of the spirit gathering array first."

Then he squatted under the table and slowly drew on the floor.

Soon, a formation pattern the size of a washbasin, alternating vertically and horizontally and neatly arranged, became faintly visible.

"If this is the result, then the purpose of this spirit gathering formation is obvious."

Then he took out four spirit stones from his socks and placed them in the four corners.

"It is to gather the originally diffused spiritual power, or this energy, in the spiritual stone to one point."

After the four spirit stones fell on the four points of the formation, the mist emitted by the spirit stones gathered into a ball in the formation visibly with the naked eye.

Zhang Mingxuan looked at the gathered mist, took a deep breath and inhaled it into his body, then he felt his ears and eyes become clear.

"This is still too inefficient. Although it can gather all the spiritual power together, the speed is too slow. This is mainly because the energy provided by the spiritual stone is... let's call it "voltage". Yes, the voltage transmitted is stable, so the speed is too slow."

Zhang Mingxuan kept studying, and before he knew it, it was already noon.

"Is there any way to improve the efficiency of spirit stones?" He squatted on the ground and pondered for a long time, and then he heard Xiao Feizi running in from outside the hall and shouting in the hall, "Master Zhang! Master Zhang! Something terrible has happened!"

He quickly wiped off the formation drawn on the ground, stuffed the spirit stone into his socks, stood up and asked; "What's the fuss!"

Xiao Feizi ran over in a hurry, his face panicked and anxious, "Sir, Sir Liu Lizheng...died in the Jiaosifang last night!"

"What!" Zhang Mingxuan looked shocked and spoke in an angry tone.

"Sir Liu is not interested in women and never goes to places where women are. Sir, you should go and take a look!" Xiao Feizi was so anxious that he was about to cry. He lowered his voice and spoke in front of Zhang Mingxuan.

Zhang Mingxuan's mouth twitched, and he walked out of the Zhenghe Hall with an angry look on his face. "The Ministry of Revenue is on holiday today! Everyone go home!"

The officials in the Ministry of Revenue were confused, but they understood the word "holiday" a little bit and began to disperse one after another.

"Dang Nanzhi, call everyone you can and go with me to investigate the case!" Zhang Mingxuan asked Xiao Feizi to take out the official uniform of the Lingyu Guard Captain that Li Si had given him, took off the official uniform of the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, and changed as he walked.

Dang Nanzhi showed a hint of joy, scratched his left arm with his right hand, swung the sword on his waist and followed Zhang Mingxuan; "Sir, is the overtime pay still triple?"

"Three times, three times, five times!" Zhang Mingxuan shouted loudly. Na Dang Nanzhi was so excited that he said to the two general flag bearers behind him, "Did you hear me? Five times! Five times! Go and call people! Anyone who is free from the Feathered Guards can come to our Ministry of Revenue to work overtime and get five times the salary!"

The two lieutenants had received three times the overtime pay and were determined to follow Zhang Mingxuan. Now they were paid five times the overtime pay. Without asking what it was, they ran around with smiles on their faces to call for help.

In Lingyu Guard, poverty is more terrible than death.

The job of Lingyu Guard is already a life-and-death job. With five times the salary, who would care about doing this job?

To reach the sky is just to kill people and drop their heads on the ground.

When Zhang Mingxuan arrived at the Jiaosifang in a crimson official uniform, three hundred ferocious-looking Feather Guards were following him.

"Guo Zhuoran, Wang Han, from today on, you two will be promoted to temporary centurions of the Feathered Guards. Like Dang Nanzhi, each of you will be in charge of 100 soldiers."

"A temporary centurion of the Feather Guard?" Wang Han scratched his head and gave a questioning look. "Sir, the rank of centurion of the Feather Guard and above can only be appointed by the Commander-in-Chief. You..."