Chapter 92: Choosing Magical Artifacts-With a Dimensional Chat Group in Hand, the Doomed Side Character Soars to Immortality(Ephemeral clouds and fleeting winds, like the tinkling of wind chimes in passing moments.)

The attendant glanced at Yunxi’s scrunched-up little face, the corner of his mouth twitching before he spoke:
“Then how about choosing this Red Cloud Cauldron?”
“How many spirit stones?”
“Two thousand five hundred mid-grade spirit stones.”
Yunxi’s pained expression remained as she pointed at the Purple-Gold Coiling Dragon Cauldron she had her eye on.
“What about this one?”
“This one costs two thousand mid-grade spirit stones, but it’s the lowest tier among these three, it belongs to the low-grade category—”
At that moment, Prince Jun’s phone rang again. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Shijian Yun’s office. After signaling to Qin Huaizhong, he answered the call.

Zhuo Changwei watched Xu Yanbo, who was sitting cross-legged and looking thoroughly pampered. He wished he could spit in his smug face a few times, but said nothing, simply picked up the thermos and went to fetch water.

That night, the Japanese in Long Yucheng celebrated a victory, won at the cost of just thirteen planes. The next day, Japanese aircraft flew over the sea battle site again, dropping a wreath onto the oil-slicked, debris-strewn waves below.

Liu Yihua gave a wry smile. “Can that reason really hold up? Company Commander Zhang, maybe you all should just head back.” Liu Yihua knew that obedience to orders was a soldier’s highest duty; if the troops started acting on their own without explicit orders, using excuses as they pleased, wouldn’t that bring chaos to the world?

“Mayor Qiu, if someone dares to set a trap, there will always be someone willing to rise to the challenge. If you dare to threaten teachers’ pay, hmph, that’s just shooting yourself in the foot!” Prince Jun handed Qiu Jiacheng a cigarette, his voice cold.

Many electronic facilities and powerful weapons were suddenly rendered useless by an unexpected virus infection.

“Commissioner Li, I understand how you feel. Explain things properly to the department. If it really doesn’t work, just write an IOU for now.” Zhao Liansheng stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette, speaking languidly.

Just as things reached their climax, the door was suddenly pushed open by Naiye. The scene inside, not suitable for children and without any censorship, was instantly exposed to Naiye’s eyes.

This compensation is easy to arrange, but those who truly understand know that what Hu Yifeng is doing is akin to slapping himself in the face. The meaning behind this act is anything but ordinary.

Everyone couldn’t help but marvel at the mighty power of technology. In hindsight, Zheng Qi realized that the EMP, which seemed not particularly lethal, had, after the test of war, proven itself indispensable—whether for offense or for securing air superiority, EMP’s support attacks were crucial.

The Desik Empire had always been tough; along the banks of the Moro River, it had frequently clashed with San Jose, resulting in considerable bloodshed. So, if there was ever a chance to take a big bite out of the Desik, it was a temptation no one could easily pass up.

Of course, even without a fire mage, fire spell scrolls were an option. However, spell scrolls were expensive and single-use; unless one was extravagantly wealthy, it was simply unaffordable.

If Roy hadn’t received information from Beatrice, then the archbishop’s offer would have been sufficient. But now, knowing that the Church of the God of Appraisal was desperate for the fragments of the Demon-Bane Spear, Roy would never miss this perfect chance to fleece the black market.

The group burst into laughter. Though they didn’t attend school, they weren’t much older than Lin Xuan—just a few years’ difference.

Lin Xuan couldn’t help letting out a laugh that sounded like a tractor, making Lei Luoyin, who was busy processing data inside, both amused and exasperated.

“He’s asking for twelve million. Honestly, if we need someone, we might as well look elsewhere. This villain role may be important, but spending ten million on him? We’d be better off choosing another actor.” Cheng Xiaodong sighed. Ten million for a supporting role was daylight robbery; even he couldn’t justify it.