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Wang also ended his argument with Xiao Bai at this time and joined the conversation: "First of all, there should be no precedent for births in our Mage Tower. After all, everyone is so busy, and having children is not as important as exploring the world.

"Secondly, since there is no precedent for childbirth, our Mage Tower did not start from childhood..."

Wang touched his chin and said, "Wait a minute, it seems that there is one. That's me. I have been in the Mage Tower since I was a child. In other words, that child might look like me? Isn't this a terrible thing?"

Marika: “You know that yourself?”

Wang: "Of course I know. No one in the Mage Tower has been stuck in the third ring for eight years like me. The third ring is a hurdle, and those who can get up there usually reach the sixth ring very quickly. It's common for other brothers to waste eight to ten years in the second ring."

Elizabeth interrupted the king and said, "The child is not important now. We have no reason to stay in Monrovia, right? When will we set sail?"

Wang: "We can set sail at any time. But you see, we just helped Monrovia solve such a big problem, it would be inappropriate if we don't get some equipment, right? The cult we are going to deal with is very strong. Without the support of powerful equipment, with our current highest fourth-ring spellcasting ability, there is no hope!"

The other members of the Savior Team looked at him with an expression that said "As expected of you".

At this moment, a tired but excited voice came from the stairs that Elizabeth had just climbed: "Of course you will get a suitable reward. This is not only a thank you for your contribution in this battle, but Monrovia is also willing to do its part to save the world."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Emperor Bernard with a group of princes and princesses, as well as his old and new confidants - the old one was the Duke of Connaught, the Knight of the Shamrock, and the new one was the smuggling king Rhett Butler - now the Duke of Rhett Butler.

There was, of course, the Margrave of Bradford, now also wearing the sash and insignia of his dukedom, and beside him was the Earl of Williams.

Although Williams, who made great contributions, was only an earl, his wife was the daughter of the Duke.

Moreover, in the future Monrovia, the title of nobility will certainly not be as useful as before. The emperor is already considering establishing a three-level council consisting of nobles, temple forces, and merchant citizens. This council will have the paladins of Typhon and the students of Mel's Nine Rings Grand Mage to supervise its operation.

Elizabeth looked at the Margrave of Bradford and said, "To be honest, I want to apologize for my previous rudeness. I didn't expect you to be such a far-sighted nobleman."

"What foresight?" The former Border Earl laughed. "I just seized the opportunity at the right time."

Emperor Bernard cleared his throat and took back control of the conversation.

Bernal: "We are planning a big victory celebration tomorrow."

Elizabeth pointed at the burning ground outside: "Are you sure? The orcs even set fire to the crops on the plains. At a time like this..."

Wang: "Only at times like this do we need grand celebrations to distract the residents."

Marika: "At times like this, the king seems to understand the ways of the world very well."

Wang: "It's just simple military tactics and media studies. Countless great men in history have summed up the correct response to such situations. I just memorized it better."

Bernard laughed. "I find that I understand Bruce Langdon more and more for wanting to keep you as prime minister. But you don't care about the position of prime minister, do you?"

Wang: “Indeed.”

Bernard: "I have already decided what I will give you at the ceremony tomorrow. You can go to our treasure house today to find something that suits your taste. In addition, after killing so many dukes, I have confiscated a total of three resurrection scrolls, which I can give to you."

Wang: “Only three?”

Bernal: "Three perfect resurrections. As for the imperfect resurrection, your priest should have gotten it once he was promoted to the next level, right?"

The fifth ring of the priest has a magic called "Resurrection of the Dead". The name makes people think that this is a magic to create zombies and other living dead, and in fact the effect is similar.

If the body of a person resurrected by this spell is rotten, the decay will be retained and the skin color will be the same as that of a dead person, making him look like a zombie.

The person pulled up by this spell must first use the restoration technique to repair the rotten parts, then replenish vitality, and finally recuperate for a month or two before he or she can recover into a radiant living person.

After hearing what the emperor said, Flint immediately complained: "Come on, Karin is such a stingy person, I don't know when she will give me the five rings."

Wang: "You can try to throw yourself out of the armor again."

"Don't ever mention this again, ever!"

Bernal: "Anyway, you guys should go to the treasury and pick out some equipment. Rosalie, lead the way."

Rosalie held up her skirt with both hands, saluted her father, then turned and smiled at the king.

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The treasury in Monrovia looked more magnificent than that in Landon City.

Moreover, this treasure house does not contain things like gold coins that look eye-catching but are actually not that important.

Wang: "Where are the gold coins?"

Rosalie: "Of course they are all in the Royal Mint. Don't worry, when you leave tomorrow, the major chambers of commerce will definitely provide a lot of futures certificates and bills of exchange. These can be used as money in the entire Ma Xunya River Basin.

"Gold coins are actually useless because when you arrive at a new place, you have to exchange them for their gold coins to be useful. Monrovia gold coins are not circulated locally. Ordinary people will think Monrovia gold coins are counterfeit. Even if they think they are real, they don't know how much gold these coins can be worth."

Wang: "I've read in a book that this is called the early stage of the financial industry! Who can handle these matters? I'm not familiar with them!"

"Me!" said Elizabeth and Rosalie together.

Then the two looked at each other, and crackling lightning burst out between their eyes.

Wang didn't care at all: "Then you all come together! Anyway, your main jobs are one to emit heat rays and the other to wash clothes, and two accountants can ensure that they can take turns."

The king continued to wander around the treasury when he suddenly noticed a row of dimensional bags on a shelf.

"Hey!" He called out to everyone, "Do you like this dimensional bag? I gave you my dimensional bag, and you can only put things in it but not take them out. Marika's dimensional bag made me realize that each of you should also have your own dimensional bag!"

Flint nodded immediately: "Sure! This way I don't have to ask the wizard for a pipe and tobacco every time I want to smoke."

Rosalie: "Then one for each person?"

Wang: "No, there may be more people joining the team in the future. I want to make this our joining benefit. Gao Trik, take it all!"

Because dimensional bags cannot be placed inside other dimensional bags, these dimensional bags still need to be carried by one person.

Gao Trik took out a pocket he got from somewhere and put all the dimensional bags into it at once.

Rosalie was stunned: "Are you here to rob?"

Wang: "What are we doing? We are saving the world! You in Monrovia are not generous enough to save the world. There is something wrong with you!"

Rosalie shut her mouth.

The king found something interesting again: "Wait a minute! There is a leather armor for strong men! Gotrick, stop running around naked without armor, try this!"

Barbarians can wear armor, but they just don't like it. The real tough guys just wear a loincloth.

Therefore, Gaotrik was the one who suffered the most injuries in the team, and was the biggest consumer of the team's healing spells.

Faced with the king's order, the barbarian looked unhappy, but he still came over and put on the leather armor.

Wang was overjoyed: "Very good, great! If this leather armor is analyzed according to the quantitative analysis standards of our Mage Tower, it will be at least +2."

Gotrek looked at the leather armor on his body and shouted, "Hot!"

Wang: "It's better than you wasting so much healing magic. Wear it. Let's see what other equipment we have--"

Rosalie: "There is a very nice magic armor."

"Where is it?" Wang asked excitedly.

Rosalie led him into the innermost part without saying a word.

The king frowned when he saw the armor: "Full body armor? No one in our team can wear it! Gotrik, why don't you try this?"

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the barbarian's physique and rejected the idea himself: "Forget it, you can't wear it."

Rosalie: "This is the armor of the founding emperor Myhrvold. It is said that it successfully resisted the attacks of various monsters entrenched in Minos."

Wang: "Okay, I know it's very strong. Let's take it first."

"Why are you taking it when no one can wear it?" Rosalie exclaimed.

Wang: "In the future we may have a paladin, he can wear it."

Rosalie: "You want to add a paladin to your team configuration?"

Wang: "What's the big deal? It's just that Zhuo'er is a little difficult to deal with."

Rosalie held her forehead.

Wang looked at her eagerly. Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something good, so he circled around Rosalie.

Wang: "I can take it and put it on you!"

"Me?" Rosalie exclaimed again, "Why would I wear it?"

Wang: "Attract firepower. Since this armor is so powerful, it will definitely help you survive. And, you see, this armor comes from Myhrvold, and you are also a Myhrvold, which makes sense! Gotrek, take the armor! Help me put it in the dimensional bag!"

Gotrek: “Okay!”

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"Stop!" Rosalie yelled, "I am a beauty after all, and you want to stuff me into a tin can like this!"

Wang looked puzzled. "This is the armor of your ancestor, Myhrvold I, the founding emperor of Monrovia. Why do you think it's unfair for me to let you wear it? Come on, Gotrick, get started!"

Gotrek didn't move: "I'm very strong, it would be bad if I got hurt."

The king immediately changed people: "Nini, come! Help put the princess in. The princess of Monrovia!"

Nini was not vague and came over to grab Rosalie who was about to retreat.

The king opened the ancient armor and began to put it on Rosalie.

Rosalie exclaimed, "Don't put it on directly, I have a corset and a bra on!"

Wang stopped and said, "Then take off your bra and corset."

"Eh? Here?" Rosalie blushed. "No, that's not right. I'm a princess after all. How can I take off my clothes in public?"

Wang thought about it and snapped his fingers: "It turns out that you need to take off your outer clothes before you can take off the waist corset and chest support!"

"What else!" Rosalie shouted.

Another princess, Elizabeth, was laughing nearby.

Wang: "You don't have to take it off. If you can get into the armor with a corset, then you can definitely do it without any. Come on, Nini, let's go!"

Then Rosalie let out a series of screams.

"It's pinching my chest! It hurts! I can't let go, ah!"

Wang and his apprentice Nini struggled for about five minutes before finally stuffing Rosalie into the armor intact. Rosalie's face revealed through the mask was furious: "You! You stole my ancestor's armor and tortured me with it!"

Wang: "How can you say that? We are clearly making your ancestors' armor shine again. If you don't believe me, ask your ancestors. He will definitely think that this armor is better for saving the world than throwing it in the treasury."

Anyway, no one can really go and ask Melvold's ancestors, so they can just make up what he would say.

Moreover, when the king is promoted in the future, he can really reverse the timeline and go to Melward to ask for his opinion when he establishes the country. Now it can only be regarded as a case of executing first and reporting later.

The king walked around his "masterpiece" and nodded, "Very good, this armor will belong to the laundry lady from now on. Do you want to learn swordsmanship? Once you have mastered the swordsmanship, I will give you the Ogre Power Gloves and the Pathfinder, so that we will have a real iron can that can fight on the front line."