After a brief return to reality, taking a look and experimenting, Wu Chen returned to the magic world again, just like walking from one room to another, and driving lightly is just a turnaround in the chaotic space.

Waking up from the tent, the noisy background sound outside did not change at all, and the oil lamp was still burning in that part, and I thought about the hour before, and the time here was paused.

As the spiritual power and magic power increase, the passage of time in the two worlds has slowed down, and the specific correspondence needs to be experienced several more times, but this is a good thing for him, otherwise, there would be no real time to rest.

By the way...

Wu Chen suddenly thought that after the spell lost control last night, he fell into a coma, but the place where he woke up was not in the chaotic space. What's the point here?

He couldn't figure it out, so he simply threw it away for the time being. There was also good news that although there were no elemental elves and no magic in the real world, the body really had magic power, because the statue of the god corresponded to the two bodies of the two worlds? This was another unknown.

The magic power has also mutated in reality, more like a special function. Of course, the power has been reduced a lot compared to magic. Wu Chen's full strength just now only reduced his bedroom to winter. It is far less powerful than yesterday's "Frozen in Thousand Miles" and the effect is even more incomparable.

The reason is very simple. Without the response of the external element elves, it would be good to rely solely on the accumulation of magic power to achieve such a level. What Wu Chen has to do now is to use limited magic power to accurately control it. Of course, the area power of a room is scattered, but it is reduced to a needle tip to exert it?

That extraordinary door has been opened for him, and what the future will look like depends entirely on his efforts.

He quickly entered a meditation state and captured the elemental elves twice and entered the chaos space. Wu Chen stopped in time. There was still activity at night. Now he needs to retain his energy, instead of falling asleep after exhaustion.

The oil lamp went out, and the light outside penetrated in, and the noisy camp gradually became quiet. I think the caravans had already set up the camp and entered a brief renovation.

Wu Chen walked out of the tent and saw that it was full of dome tents, like mushrooms, one by one, and a cross-shaped path ran through the entire camp, and the exit of the earthen enclosure ended. The cross-sectional area was empty. Wu Chen's camp was located here. In addition to expressing his awe for the caster, it will also open a day and night market and a celebration dinner.

One after another, merchants and slaves have already brought their shelves to build their own shelves. A high platform is quickly formed in front of Wu Chen, and the torches are ignited one by one, the light is increasing, and the voices are starting to rush again.

Most of these people wore linen burqa and a hemp rope at the waist. Only merchants and mercenaries with better mixed feelings had better clothes. They looked a bit like Mongolians, with mostly flat faces, fair skin, dark pupils, and very similar to yellow people, but there are also blond hair and blue eyes, but there are very few people here.

Wu Chen's existence made the people who laid out shop shelves very nervous. Within five meters around him, no one dared to approach. Wu Chen gradually discovered this. This barrier was completely subconscious, like a lion walking among antelope, although the lion had no malice.

He stopped moving forward and slowly walked towards his tent. The longer he was in this world, the more he could feel the stricter class and authoritarian order, like the ancient feudal society? No, it was far more stricter and "hard" than that time.

At least when the people here can't live, they can't shout out words like "Will the kings, princes, generals and ministers be better than the ones?" This sentence is very funny, in this world where one can even be called gods by relying on one's own strength.

"Lias, can I come in?" Wu Chen walked outside Lias' tent and asked.

"Come in, Figo."

Wu Chen opened the curtain and walked in. There was no light inside. He adapted to the light, saw Leas's seat clearly and sat over.

Leas opened his palm and recited a syllable. A coin flew up from his palm and came to the top of the heads between the two. The misty fluorescent light emitted from the coins, gradually becoming stronger, and finally completely illuminated the entire tent.

Wu Chen stared at the already dazzling coin with envy, it was so fucking convenient.

"You can do the zero-level trick, light technique, too!" Leas said lightly.

What should I do? Wu Chen almost asked, and Uris said that the path of ordinary mage is no longer suitable for him. As one of ordinary mages, Leas could not teach him.

Leas: "The zero-level trick, the skills mastered by the apprentice level do not require magic nets, it is just the initial running-in and application of spirit and magic... Okay, what's the matter with me?"

Wu Chen came back to his senses and remembered the important matter: "About the mercenary group, I want to know the expected profit."

"Reward?" Leas pondered, "Although ordinary wealth does not mean anything to us, casting spells requires materials, testing requires resources, powerful equipment requires purchase, and mage tower... In short, those shiny little things are also indispensable to us."

"Yes, yes..." Wu Chen deeply agreed. The mage is not a god. How could it be that he doesn't need money for food, drink, defecation, food, clothing, housing and transportation?

"Your experience is simply a piece of white paper. Sometimes I am really curious about your origin...Okay, let's change the topic! Well~~, income..." Leas knocked the table with his palm, "Ordinary income is of course the items in the ruins for sale. The highest unit of platinum is composed of mitril silver, one... The exchange rate of the Kingdom of Ossey is, one platinum coin = 121 ordinary gold coins. This time the income is measured by platinum coins, with a minimum of no less than 10, which is considered unsatisfactory."

Wu Chen still has no idea, is this more or less?

"How much gold coins does an ordinary family cost per year?" Wu Chen found a reference.

"Gold coins?" Leas looked at Wu Chen strangely, "If you have to use gold coins to measure it, it's one tenth, about 10 silver, probably, the merchants should be very clear."

Well, after this comparison, Wu Chen finally had a vague understanding of the economy here. Obviously, the "unsatisfactory" income is a huge sum of money that ordinary people dare not imagine, but what is the significance of this? The concept on earth is completely unworkable here.

"I agreed, join the mercenary group and explore the remains." Wu Chen made up his mind to respond, and he couldn't keep the other party raising him all the time.
Chapter completed!