Chapter 690 Is This a Normal Situation?

Returning to the core area of ​​​​the academy, their lives returned to peace again.

From a high place, at a glance, you can see birds singing and flowers fragrant, and smiling faces everywhere.

The years in the college are quiet and peaceful, but the world outside the college is changing rapidly.

"The latest Empire Current Affairs Weekly!"

"Come and buy, come and see!"

"Another cult is causing trouble! Three cities in a row have suffered disaster! The number of casualties exceeds 100!"

"The Prime Minister of the Empire is very dissatisfied with this! He has decided to mobilize the military to search for the cult! He gave a public speech and stated that he will never allow these rats in the sewers to soil the majesty of the Empire!"

"A magic professor expressed his opinion on this, saying that the power of the empire is obvious to all, and that a small cult causing chaos is nothing to worry about!"

"Two more magic academies have passed the Empire's approval and are about to open! The threshold is lower than before! After passing the review, the tuition fee only starts at 30,000 Empire standard currency per year!"

An elf with wings on its back, holding a small bag in its hand, was flying around the academy.

It was shouting while flying, and it was obvious that some kind of magic was used to amplify the sound. Even from a hundred meters away, the elf's shout could be vaguely heard.

Su Chen was on his way home after attending a small private auction. When he met such an elf, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

There is such a thing as newspapers in the Tianyuan Empire, and the newspaper industry is very prosperous. Most of the imperial nobles have the habit of reading newspapers every week.

But it is obvious that they are reading real high-end newspapers. The subscription prices are not low, and the supporting services are good. They are delivered to their doorsteps every week, so there is no need to go out to order.

Elfs selling newspapers like this generally only appear on bustling streets. Many magicians and small businessmen with a little money at home will choose to buy a copy when they pass by.

But this is the first magic academy in the empire. The students who can study here are either born with noble bloodline and are the true high-level aristocrats of the empire.

Either they are talented civilians who are unique among millions. Behind them, there are often investments from big nobles.

Even in the face of competition from some high-end resources, it still looks pale and weak, but it does not mean that it does not even have money to buy a high-end newspaper.

"Bring me a newspaper." Su Chen threw out a few imperial standard currencies and asked curiously: "When did you come to the academy to sell newspapers?"

The elf quickly pulled out a newspaper from the small package and flicked it to remove the magic effect on the surface of the newspaper.

The newspaper, which was about the size of a finger, grew longer in the wind, and expanded to A4 size in an instant, allowing the civilians of the empire to easily read every word written on it and every picture drawn.

"This is your newspaper, sir." The elf said with a distressed look on his face: "No one in the college seems to like buying newspapers. There are quite a few people asking about it, but not many people are willing to buy it."

"I was sent here by the newspaper company three days ago. I thought I could sell a lot of newspapers, but in the end I couldn't even sell a hundred newspapers a day."

"If this continues, I'll probably have to apply to work elsewhere."

The elf did not hide his inner calculation, and said bluntly: "For every newspaper sold, I can get one-tenth of the empire's standard currency as a commission."

"The newspapers sold are small, and my commission is also small. Selling newspapers in the college is better than just finding a street outside."

When Su Chen heard this, he burst into laughter and said a few words of comfort. Then without saying much, he rolled up the newspaper and put it under his arm, and returned to the dormitory in the core area.

He threw the newspaper on the table and got busy. He was lucky today. He came across some high-quality and low-priced treasures at a small auction, so he picked them up.

Several of them require special treatment for long-term storage, otherwise they will quickly deteriorate or their medicinal efficacy will be seriously lost.

Busy, busy, one thing after another, after processing the medicinal materials, there are other chores that need to be done.

After completing today's practice exercises, Su Chen felt the breath of perfection in his body and sighed secretly.

"Now I have everything ready. I just need the east wind. I don't know when I can get the key materials for a breakthrough."

Otherwise, it doesn't mean that he can't break through forcefully. With the existence of a system, Su Chen can even be 40 to 50% sure that he can break through successfully.

But now it is not that he has no channels to obtain these materials, and the environment he is in is also very peaceful. The Dark God has not appeared for a long time, so Su Chen will naturally not be so anxious to make a breakthrough.

The probability of failure is a full 50%, and if you really fail, your strength will at least decline to the level of three years ago!

It's like three years of training in vain, and there may still be some hidden wounds left behind.

If you're not in a hurry, why take the risk?

Thinking of this, Su Chen planned to pour herself a cup of tea, drink some tea to relax her body and mind, and then go out for a walk.

At this time, Xiao Ningxue was still immersed in the ocean of knowledge. It was basically impossible for him to go downstairs to sleep and rest. There was no need for him to stay in the dormitory.

As soon as he picked up the teapot, Su Chen saw the newspaper on the table out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but slap his forehead.

"I almost forgot about you."

After thinking about it, Su Chen changed his itinerary plan. Instead of spending time walking, he might as well read the latest newspapers.

After all, it’s a high-end newspaper that I spent money to buy, so how can I get something out of it, right?

Su Chen did what he said. He threw himself on the soft sofa, holding a teacup in his left hand and a newspaper in his right hand. He turned the pages with his mental power and read the newspaper comfortably.

At first, he looked relaxed. When he saw the back, he put the teacup on the table unconsciously and frowned slightly.

This newspaper should be a weekly newspaper. It has only eighteen pages in total. It is a thin booklet. It is estimated that there are only 20,000 to 30,000 words at most.

The dazzling news is distributed in various parts of the newspaper according to the importance. The whole newspaper is also divided into many sections, so that old customers can find the news they want to read as soon as possible.

Su Chen read the newspaper back and forth twice, counted carefully, and found that the word "cult" appeared in the newspaper as many as fifty times!

From the first page to the eighteenth page, there is news about cults on almost every page of the newspaper.

"Is this normal?" Su Chen felt that this was really a bit wrong.

On the surface, the Tianyuan Empire still looks like a peaceful country. Where did so many cults come from?

An ominous premonition came to his mind, and Su Chen once again felt an inexplicable pressure, like a layer of light haze, covering his heart.

"Something must have gone wrong."