Chapter 157 Immunity

"Damn... Is this a confession?"
Beroun said with some surprise.
"That's why you're still single, can't you even understand that?"
Darena mocked Beroun, then looked at the two of them with full of envy.
"Hurry up, Al... Ellie is leaving."
Cook looked at the two speechlessly and urged.
"Oh, how dare you casually call the President by her nickname? I'm going to tell her."
"How dare you? Don't run... Stop right there..."
Then a group of people chased after them playfully.
......
Meanwhile, in the shadows, the expression on Hussain's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and wisps of grey smoke were even rising from his body.
"Isn't that little girl your clansman?"
The elven elder turned his head and asked, "I can sense that the fire elemental energy around her is extremely active."
"Yes, Master Hill, that is my granddaughter."
Hussain said with some depression.
Although Byron was indeed outstanding, and no one among the younger generation could even compare to him, Hussain felt a special kind of discomfort in his heart, feeling as if the white cabbage he had grown at home was about to be devoured by a pig.
"Then you really should worry more; overly outstanding people often attract a lot of attention."
The elven elder sighed with emotion.
"Surely not, I don't think this kid looks like the fickle type."
"It's not about being fickle, but danger and all sorts of conspiracies!"
Upon hearing this, Hussain fell silent; he knew what the elven elder was talking about.
Hussain came from humble beginnings and managed to claw his way up from the very bottom to his current position.
Was Hussain not outstanding? He was the only one who had earned the recognition of Count Iolem, and he knew the hardships involved better than anyone else.
Especially as a descendant of gods and demons, he had truly tasted all the warmth and coldness of the world, deeply knowing the darkness of human nature. Not only were the elves skilled at infighting, but humans seemed even more 'talented' in this regard. Elven infighting basically involved real swords and spears, while human conspiracies were endlessly套路 (intricate and layered), capable of killing you invisibly.
Watching the backs of the departing figures, Byron breathed a slight sigh of relief, and then his expression slowly turned somewhat gloomy.
 
That afternoon.
Just as Giles Academy was immersed in the joy of impending graduation, a notice directly exploded among the academy's higher-ups, and this information had already caused huge ripples in the Council of Nobles before it was officially made public.
Mobilizing this year's and last year's graduating students to the front lines for support!
Hussain took the letter from the falcon's leg, opened it, and his expression shifted.
When Hussain found Byron, the guy was there piling up sand.
There were some tiny models placed on top of the sand pile. No matter how Hussain looked at it, this pile of sand felt somewhat familiar. Upon seeing the white model on the corner, he understood.
"Seveinton?"
"Correct, this is a sand table of Seveinton. Time was a bit tight, otherwise it could have been made more detailed."
Byron said as he placed the models on it one by one.
"You already guessed it?"
Hussain asked in puzzlement.
"Was it hard to guess?"
Byron retorted, "I've said that data is the most truthful, especially for an excellent merchant. Judging the current situation from the price fluctuations of supplies is just too simple..."
"...Although various heroic deeds and good news from the front lines keep pouring into Seveinton, the scarcity of materials and skyrocketing prices both illustrate the brutal nature of the war on the front lines, and I happen to be an excellent merchant."
Seeing the puzzled look in Hussain's eyes, Byron smiled helplessly. Showing off one's intelligence depended on whether the other person had the cultural level for it. Dealing with someone like Hussain, who couldn't even understand what you were saying, made Byron cringe with second-hand embarrassment.
"Fine."
Byron cut straight to the point and asked, "Is it a mandatory draft or a universal mobilization?"
"Only this year's and last year's graduates are being called up."
Hussain said with a gloomy face. He hated talking to this brat; he felt that talking to Byron too much would turn him into a fool as well.
"Even last year's? Good thing Lehman's lot was the year before that, otherwise if they all left, wouldn't the Chamber of Commerce have to close down?"
Seeing that Byron still had the mood to self-deprecate, without the slightest feeling of impending departure for the front lines, Hussain felt a mixture of relief before tossing the letter in his hand to Byron.
"This is for you."
"What is this?"
Byron took it and opened it. Instantly, his eyes widened, and then he looked up at Hussain in disbelief.
Hussain nodded. "It's true. It's the 'exemption' specially granted to you by Lord Congnigno!"
 
Ever since the academy was founded, Lord Congnigno stipulated that every student graduating from Giles Academy must serve in the military. However, later on, as the wars decreased and major legions successively cultivated their own spellcasters, Giles Academy students no longer had to strictly serve in the military. Though not necessarily in the military, the nature of 'service' had not changed; it had simply shifted from military camps to the administrative and management systems.
After all, spellcasters were definitely literate (noble script), and with their enhanced spiritual power, they learned everything quickly and could take on positions in no time. Following the inclusion of spellcasters, the operation of all of Seveinton accelerated greatly. Especially since most students were noble offspring, the Council of Nobles could get things done much faster.
Particularly over the past hundred years or so, Netheril's development was there for all to see.
Therefore, this rule had been maintained until today. As the biggest beneficiaries, the Council of Nobles had always fiercely supported this rule.
Of course, there were exceptions to everything. As the maker of the rule, Lord Congnigno certainly possessed special privileges, such as an 'exemption right', which could waive this obligation.
And for over a hundred years, no one had ever obtained this special right—except for Byron.
No wonder Byron was so surprised.
"It seems the Lehman Chamber of Commerce is even more important than I imagined. A rule that Lord Congnigno upheld for over a hundred years was actually broken because of me."
The corners of Byron's mouth curled up slightly.
This was entirely an unexpected joy. Growing the Chamber of Commerce to make normal profits was completely the instinct of a merchant.
Especially this time, the frontline war allowed Byron to see the opportunity for the rapid rise of the Lehman Chamber of Commerce.
Pouring resources frantically into the front lines, even at the cost of running at a loss, wasn't it just to curry favor with the military and leave a good impression?
Soldiers were relatively upright; whoever treated me well, I would treat well, without all those twists and turns.
After this war, as long as the Lehman Chamber of Commerce wasn't like a vampire, the military's orders would belong to them for at least the next two to three years.
However, everyone understood the logic, but was it possible to make capitalists truly pay out of their own pockets? "I'd rather pour milk down the drain than give it away for free, otherwise who would buy the milk in the market?!"
It was just unexpected that Byron's frantic 'healing' of the front lines ended up healing himself an 'exemption certificate'.
It truly was a case of planting flowers without the intent for them to bloom.
The stone in Byron's heart finally landed, and he happily put away the letter.
"What are you making a mini Seveinton for?"
"This thing is called a sand table, used to catch 'rats'... No, that's not right, it should be called catching 'worms'."
Being in a good mood, Byron gave Hussain a rare explanation.