Trafford's Trading Club

Klein and Nick couldn’t help being stunned.

They only heard Bedivere say calmly, “The way you’re doing it, going one point at a time, is far too inefficient. I’m afraid even by dawn we still won’t have resolved this incident… So, I brought some people with me.”

As he spoke, a minivan that had been parked by the side suddenly turned its lights on. The door opened, and several people in plain clothes stepped out one after another—not only that one vehicle; there were at least three more cars next to it, and people began to get out of those as well.

Twenty-six people in total… These people were dressed in all sorts of ways, but Klein faintly sensed unusual levels of Magic Power from them all.

“These people are…”

Bedivere said directly, “Some of them are magician consultants within our Knight Agency, and some are civilian magicians—like the ones you met earlier, they also intend to help us as Righteous Warriors.”

“Sir Bedivere, you’re planning to…” Nick, who seemed to somewhat grasp Bedivere’s intention, asked in delight.

Bedivere nodded. “That’s right. I plan to use a composite sound-expansion Magic Technique, and combine it with these magicians, to ensure enough Magic Power and range—the most efficient way, of course, is to sing only once and cover the entire Fog Capital.”

“Then what are we waiting for!!” Klein was so excited his whole being seemed to light up—like his life had instantly reached a cli//max, his eyes shining.

Right then, Will, Cheng Yiran, and the Beastman siblings all came down from the container one after another, looking puzzled—they seemed to have heard about this plan.

It sounded like they’d just heard something huge.

At this moment, Bedivere walked calmly over to stand before Luo Qiu, and in a probing tone said, “Mr. free magician, even if you don’t understand sound-type Magic Techniques, you should still be able to help by just injecting Magic Power, right?”

All this time, Doctor Bedivere had never sensed even the slightest Magic Power from the other party—though that said, it wasn’t like there weren’t secret ways to conceal it. After all, free magicians who roamed the world tended to have all sorts of odd and bizarre abilities.

“Should… be fine?” Luo Qiu thought about it.

Hmm, Magic Power… what’s that?

…

…

At this time, with several magician consultants from the Knight Agency taking the lead, a bunch of folk eccentrics and Righteous Warriors started directly carving a huge composite sound-expansion magic formation on the highway.

The few ordinary people on site couldn’t help clicking their tongues in amazement; some even took out their phones, intending to record this scene—only for their phones to be immediately confiscated by a few Knights.

Will and the others could only temporarily stay off to the side.

As for Bedivere, he would occasionally glance at Ms. Lale, the ‘sound-type magician’ wrapped in a tablecloth, and her younger brother, not sure what he was thinking.

The magicians, meanwhile, were discussing rapidly.

“We should add a resonance-type expansion unit here! Through resonance, the sound can travel faster and farther, and it’ll save more Magic Power too!”

“Should we add an effect amplifier? If it’s a hypnosis-type Magic Technique, I think there’s still room here to add a Power amplifier.”

“Too complicated! That’ll make for way too many equations to calculate. We’re racing against time right now, not doing a new research project!”

As the saying goes, too many cooks spoil the broth—it was probably something like this.

Of course, this was the home turf of those magicians who had some knowledge of sound-type Magic Techniques, while there were plenty on site who had no clue about it at all and were merely there to serve as sources of Magic Power once the formation was completed.

A woman draped in a silk scarf, heavily made-up, with a bombshell figure, suddenly sashayed over to Boss Luo at this moment.

He was currently pondering whether he could use ‘thinking’ as a way to replace ‘buying.’

“Such a young magician.” The woman’s eyes were brimming with charm. “And what a nice body too, little brother… Nervous? If this is your first time running into something like this, it’s okay to be scared—I’ll take good care of you~”

“Maria, are you planning to eat tender grass as an Old Niu again here?” Not far away, an old man with a bulbous, alcoholic nose made a lazy, sarcastic remark.