The price offered by the other party also slightly surprised him.

One hundred and fifty thousand federal currency could buy two to three green-quality material cards, and their quality would not be low.

To spend one hundred and fifty thousand federal currency just for a story, Aphrodite’s financial power was truly astonishing.

The Saint Cecilia Family’s monthly allowance to him was only three thousand federal currency; he would have to save for over four years without eating or drinking to accumulate this sum.

Was this what it meant to be a Card Maker, a profession where money was spent faster than it could be burned?

In the original body’s memories, countless Card Makers, in pursuit of inspiration or ancient legends, had ventured into secret realms, only to meet a gruesome end.

It was not difficult to understand why this administrator was willing to pay such a high price.

“No problem, what do I need to do now?”

Ya Xi suppressed his excitement; who said gods didn’t exist or myths had vanished? The God of Wealth was right in front of him.

His own paid post hadn’t even successfully uploaded, yet the benefactor had already come sniffing.

“Send me the complete story now. Any issues will be queried through this account, including the materials needed to make this card. If necessary, I will arrange to meet you.”

A transfer box for {Deposit: 50,000 federal currency} immediately popped up in the private message; the forum did not have its own virtual currency.

In today’s highly unified Federation, centered around powerful Card Makers, the versatility of the federal currency was already extremely widespread.

It seemed he needed to guarantee that she could fully create this card; one hundred and fifty thousand wasn’t that easy to get.

Moreover, the other party could not see the complete story in the forum’s backend, probably only the rating and some selected excerpts.

He quickly sent the story of Joan of Arc to the other party, and with a pleasant sound of payment received, he obtained the largest sum of money he had ever earned in his life.

With a fifty thousand deposit already in hand, at worst, Ya Xi could now buy several white-quality material cards, and with his knowledge of myths and legends, he might even find some excellent items others had overlooked.

Only by successfully making his first card could he truly gain a foothold in this world, where monsters roamed and cards were supreme.

Letting out a long breath, Ya Xi realized it was almost noon.

Professor Harryman had already left the classroom after leaving some card formulas on the blackboard.

Golden Iris Academy’s North Campus was a remarkably classical medieval building, which outsiders referred to as the “Palace of Gold and Silver”; the fluttering white doves and ubiquitous large pendulums added much to its charm.

The sunlight cut the corridor into shadows and daylight; the girl who had led him into the classroom was now surrounded by many classmates, worshipped like a moon among stars.

Veronica, in Ya Xi’s eyes, was a very gentle person; she not only smiled sweetly at people of low status like the original owner but also never withheld her generosity from those who envied her.

As the eldest direct daughter of Saint Cecilia, she needed to meet everyone’s expectations.

Ya Xi had no interest in provoking the people around Veronica; he just wanted to be alone quietly and process where to spend these fifty thousand.

Walking out of the first-year main academic building, he was met by several white plazas the size of football fields, where hundreds of flowers swayed in the breeze; all the teaching buildings in the North Campus were built around it.

From a high vantage point, it resembled a flower eye gazing at the sky.

“Hey, Ya Xi, are you going to Roy’s place to work today?”

A rough voice called out to him from the left. The person was a head taller than Ya Xi, with thick, straw-like light yellow hair.

Wen Site, without a surname, was an orphan adopted by Saint Cecilia, just like Ya Xi, mockingly called “watchdogs” by the nobles.

Of course, they had a more respectable title, “retainers.”

“No, you can tell Roy for me.”

Ya Xi had no time to continue doing manual labor.

“But Young Master Roy already said yesterday that if you don’t go today, you won’t have to go anymore.”

Wen Site’s expression was a bit grim. He, like Ya Xi, was a second-class retainer in the Saint Cecilia Family, and due to his higher affinity for cards, he had always received more recognition from the main family.

Ya Xi’s affinity was barely B-, while he was the only A-rank among the second-class retainers.

The higher the affinity, the more efficient the card invocation.

Although affinity could continuously increase with one’s acquired knowledge and understanding of stories, who would spend a great deal to cultivate people like them?

Naturally, the higher the innate affinity, the better.

So he had always considered himself superior to Ya Xi, but recently, this guy rarely went to Roy’s place to work, and his expression made him increasingly annoyed.

Did this person still have any sense of being a retainer?

“That’s fine, I won’t be going anymore. Please thank Young Master Roy for his understanding.”

Ya Xi quickly nodded; going to that place felt no different from working illegally on Blue Star.

A person must have completely their own time to improve themselves. Accumulating capital by selling physical labor was not impossible, but it had to be worth it.

Eighty federal currency a day, even less than the Saint Cecilia Family’s allowance, was, in Ya Xi’s opinion, an act of self-sabotage.

“What do you mean by that? You were the one who said you wanted to find a place to work, which is why I went with you.”

Wen Site frowned tightly; he did not want to offend Roy, who had secretly given him a considerable pay raise, avoiding Ya Xi.

“I’ve changed my mind now.”

Ya Xi showed no fear of the other party; after all, this was a world of cards. No matter how tall you were, could you be as tall as the giant I summon?

Confidence was a rare thing to see in a retainer, but as luck would have it, Ya Xi possessed it.

Looking at the black-haired youth’s calm eyes, Wen Site’s heart inexplicably trembled.

“You’d better really have a way to solve the loan the family gave you.”

After a long pause, Wen Site could only utter a not-so-harsh threat.

Ya Xi waved his hand and turned to leave.

But the magic crystal on his chest made a strange noise, interrupting his action.

Aphrodite: 【Leave the area from Heimulia District, Mingdun Street 117 to Sam Street 98. Don’t die.】

It was still the message from that administrator.

However, the content made Ya Xi’s heart clench, because Golden Iris Academy North Campus was located within this range.

To be precise, these were the street coordinates of the North Campus from beginning to end.

What did this mean? Was someone going to attack the school?

“What happened? I’m in the North Campus right now.”

Moreover, the vague communication made his internal alarm bells ring loudly.

“...Unfortunately, good luck.”

Then the other party’s avatar turned gray.

Ya Xi’s expression changed; this wasn’t the administrator going offline voluntarily, but his connection with the city’s magic network had been cut off.

“How unlucky…”

The youth let out a long sigh.

He was just a little short of being able to try making a guaranteed summon card.

Screams and shouts came from the distant gate, but their voices echoed as if bounced back.

An invisible, tangible cage encompassed the entire North Campus.