Chapter 1599 Freedom (Ⅱ)

"Young people should go out and venture more, so I won't make a fuss about it. I'm a veteran, and I'm always worthy of the medals of honor I won when I was young." Lord Custis smiled weakly, and then said to Joseph Adams said, "If I had the opportunity to contribute, I would still be willing to serve my country - of course, only in my own name and has nothing to do with the position of the association."

Putting his arms on the armrests of the seat, the frail old man struggled to stand up.

"Okay, stop talking about these sad topics. It's getting late, are the children hungry? Heimdall, tell the kitchen that dinner is ready."

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After lunch, Joan and his party bid farewell to Sir Custis and Mr. Adams, and left the Hermitage Manor by car.

The approach of the war made the young people realize that there is no banquet in the world, they cannot live on campus forever, and sooner or later they will part ways.

The war and parting, like two dark clouds, enveloped the hearts of the four friends. They were very depressed. On the way back to the city, they couldn't arouse the interest of chatting. They sat in the carriage with their own thoughts and kept silent along the way.

The carriage stopped in front of the campus. Joan was the first to jump out of the carriage, waved goodbye to the three friends, and hurried back to Moriarty's laboratory to report to the instructor the information he had inquired at the Hermitage Manor this morning.

"Sure enough, something went wrong on the battlefield. No wonder the price of magic crystal futures skyrocketed as soon as the exchange opened today."

Professor Moriarty was sitting in an armchair, crossing his legs, stroking his chin, and a leisurely smile hung on the corner of his lips.

"Teacher, Master Fei has captured Linyuan Castle, and will probably launch an offensive against Midgard City next. The situation is so critical, how can you still laugh!" Qiao An couldn't help complaining.

"It's a fact that the situation is critical, but it has nothing to do with you and me." The professor smiled lightly, "Even if Master Fei is approaching the city, he can't pose a threat to us. At worst, he can use the 'teleportation' technique and run away. The world is so big, where can we not Settle down?"

"Joan, as a spellcaster, you should have a sense of superiority over ordinary people."

"Magic gives us abilities far beyond ordinary people, and at the same time separates us from the common people and classifies us into a higher class."

"If you don't want to call it a 'spellcaster's privilege,' we might as well be humble and see it as a kind of freedom."

"The Enlightenment scholars declared that all people are born free regardless of blood, but they also have to admit that everyone's abilities are different, and the few elites with stronger abilities, such as us spellcasters, deserve higher rights in society. level of freedom!"

"Everyone is born free, but the caster is more free! Joan, whether you want to accept it or not, the reality is like this!"

"In a well-ordered society, the freedom we enjoy is not easily noticed, but when wars break out and social order collapses, in a society where everyone is at risk, the freedom of the caster will be highlighted."

"Look at the streets outside the window. Those ordinary people who are working hard to support their families, facing the plight of the enemy's siege, do they have other options besides defending the isolated city and struggling to survive?"

"They don't have a choice, but we are different. A teleportation spell can keep us away from the flames of war. This is the exclusive freedom we spellcasters enjoy."

"If we want, we can also bring other people to teleport together, and even publicly auction the teleportation quota to earn a large service fee. Believe me, child, the richer the person, the more afraid of death, the rich will never be stingy Buy an insurance policy for your life."

"You see, far from harming us, the war has provided us with an opportunity to make a fortune. What is there to worry about?"

Professor Moriarty spread his hands and smiled.

"Sorry, my conscience doesn't allow me to make such bloody money!" Joan said angrily.

Professor Moriarty smiled at his displeasure, and said calmly: "I am not surprised at all when you say that, in fact, what I like the most about you, my student, is that you are too demanding on your conscience. My moral bottom line is too high, and this is the virtue I lack, people always yearn for what they don't have."

Joan couldn't help but feel hot in his ears, turned his head to avoid the instructor's sight, and changed the subject stiffly.

"Aren't you going to the Stock Exchange today?"

"No need to go, I've already cleared the warehouse." Professor Moriarty picked up his teacup and took a sip, looking very relaxed.

"What does 'clearance' mean?"

"To put it simply, I sold all the securities in my hand, and I will not engage in speculative business for the time being."

"That doesn't sound bad." Joan's face softened.

"Not bad? Joan, let me tell you a little secret, we made a fortune!"

Professor Moriarty stood up excitedly.

Joan was not surprised by this.

The financial market is perhaps the most well-informed and responsive system of all man-made things. While the general public of Midgard City was still kept in the dark, the stock exchange market was already responding to the smoke from the north.

With the expansion of the war, Magic Crystal Mining will inevitably be affected, and the suspension of business and production is an inevitable result.

Investors' pessimistic predictions about the war further pushed up the price of magic crystal futures. Professor Moriarty, who bought a large amount of call options on magic crystal ore in advance, naturally took the opportunity to make a lot of money.

"After the settlement, excluding the service fees of the exchange, our series of speculative operations in this short six months have been a great success, with a profit of nearly ten times!"

Professor Moriarty touched his coat pocket, took out a thick stack of checks and handed them to his students.

"At the beginning, I borrowed 110,000 principal from you, including the bonus you won the Rising Star Award, and the additional 100,000 Gold Duo plus mining dividends."

"Among all the funds I have mobilized, although the money you lent me is only a small part, it has provided me with indispensable ammunition for fighting in the stock exchange market, and finally helped me win a brilliant victory. Victory, now I will return you the capital and the income, rounded up by the way, a total of 1.1 million Gold Durga."

"Take a good inventory of your booty. Don't feel embarrassed, my good student. This is the return on investment you deserve."

Noticing that Joan was hesitant, as if he didn't want the money, Professor Moriarty put away his smile and solemnly warned his students:

"The convenience of having wealth is that we have the confidence to pay for our hobbies and avoid being forced to work hard and do jobs that we are not interested in in order to make a living."

"Joan, with this money, at least in the foreseeable future, you don't have to worry about financial problems anymore, and you can concentrate on your favorite academic research—isn't this the life you've been longing for?"