The Strongest Dragon in the Era of Beast Taming - Chapter 781

Chapter 781: Chapter 775: Because of You, Life is Colorful

“Mr. Job, have you considered selling the original manuscript from David Jones?”

As the voice suddenly rose in the auditorium, everyone’s eyes lit up, casting fervent glances towards Director Job.

The value of all things in the world depends on their attributes and their location.

For example, a string of ordinary numbers, no matter how large the amount, is almost of no interest to anyone.

But if this string of numbers represents the balance in a mobile banking account, then it becomes a vast fortune that billions of people yearn for but cannot obtain in their lifetime.

Similarly, if manuscripts left by powerful trainers don’t contain insights into arcane star cultivation, they’re considered worthless scribbles, too stiff even for common folk to use as toilet paper.

But David Jones’ manuscripts are different.

In the eyes of countless humble trainers who struggle to obtain resources, David Jones, who rose from obscurity with just his talent, is a synonym for a miracle, even hailed as the chosen one of the Star Calendar Era.

Whether to gain a touch of his fortune or regard David Jones as a target to chase, nobody could refuse the real manuscript of the Dragon Subduing Deity.

So, Ivan Job’s face changed slightly, and he said without hesitation, “I’m sorry, this is my student’s treasure, I want to keep it for my collection and don’t plan to sell it for the time being.”

He warily surveyed the circle of enthusiastic trainers around him and swiftly put David Jones’ manuscript into the Star Ring.

“I am willing to offer a hundred pounds of Arcane Gold, three portions of Moon Holding Sand, and a Magic Core from a Soul-breaking Thunderbird to earnestly purchase a piece of David Jones’ work. Please consider it, Director Job.”

In the boisterous crowd, a trainer couldn’t wait to make a lofty offer, causing the atmosphere in the auditorium to explode.

The female teacher, upon hearing this, displayed a face full of envy and disbelief.

You see, a gram of Arcane Gold is worth over ten thousand Star coins; thus, a hundred pounds is worth at least five hundred million Star coins. Moon Holding Sand, as a Class VI Crystal resource, has a market price of around one hundred million Star coins per portion, which makes three portions worth three hundred million.

But these resources combined still pale in comparison to the priceless Soul-breaking Thunderbird Magic Core.

A mature Soul-breaking Thunderbird is an upper-level Class VI King-type Beast, whose flying speed rivals that of a normal Class VII Overlord. It’s extremely difficult to kill, making its Magic Core extraordinarily valuable—priceless, with at least a market value of five hundred million Star coins for one!

There are many astute people present, and with a little calculation, they realized a trainer was willing to pay a high price of 1.3 billion Star coins for just one piece of David Jones’ work.

Hearing this lofty price, Ivan Job was somewhat stunned.

What is this? There are actually trainers in this world who don’t see Star coins as real money!

Is it that his experience is too limited, or are David Jones’ fans from the David Fans Club too crazy?

“I’m sorry, beautiful lady, the education I received from childhood doesn’t allow me to engage in the sale of a student’s work!” After much hesitation, Ivan Job still reluctantly refused.

Hearing his words, the teachers in the hall looked at Ivan Job with incredulous expressions.

This was a deal worth at least 1.3 billion Star coins, and yet Director Job was willing to refuse it.

This world is truly insane!

“Alright, I can understand your thoughts, Director Job. Besides, if it were me, no matter the price, I wouldn’t sell David Senior’s work either.”

After speaking, Vivian Goldsmith showed a look of disappointment and muttered softly, “Director Job truly deserves to be David Senior’s former teacher, different from ordinary people, treating money as if it’s nothing!”

“Darn, I was even thinking of raising the price further and exchanging a Blue Flame Blue Tiger Magic Core for David Senior’s work, but it seems I was too naive!”

Upon hearing this, Ivan Job’s ears twitched, and he couldn’t help but swallow hard.

He couldn’t be hearing this wrong, could he? The Blue Flame Blue Tiger is a Class VII Fire-type Overlord Beast that even the Waterland City Trainer Guild couldn’t handle—a formidable Overlord.

To casually promise a Blue Flame Blue Tiger Magic Core, just who is this young lady, a princess from an top-grade Beast Control Power?

Thinking of this, Ivan Job’s serious expression suddenly changed, as he bared eight teeth in a smile and shifted his tone.

“But besides this calligraphy treasure, I’ve also collected an autographed photo by David Jones himself. If you’re interested, madam, how about we exchange contact information and discuss in detail after the lecture?”

Vivian Goldsmith’s eyes sparkled as she said excitedly, “Then I’ll have to trouble you, Director Job!”

“This is insane, such a piece of calligraphy actually sold for over ten billion Star coins!”

Taking advantage of the current high interest in David Jones, someone took out their phone and uploaded the events unfolding in the school auditorium to the Trainer’s APP.

In just a few minutes, the search entry related to David Jones’s calligraphy shot up to number seven on the trending list, with countless comments below.

[Have I gotten too aggressive? That’s over ten billion Star coins, with that much money you could train several Master Trainers!]

[Poverty limits my imagination, but it doesn’t stop me from watching the excitement right now.]

[This is indeed outrageous, but even more outrageous is that the teacher actually refused!]

[Does anyone want to join me to stake out at the entrance of Rosewood College for David Jones? If we manage to get his autographed photo, we’ll be rich overnight!]

Beneath these hot comments, there were also messages from Rosewood College students.

Netizens who clicked to view the avatars saw they were mostly young and vibrant young men and women, with the women making up seventy percent and men only thirty percent.

[Forget it, not to mention staking out at the main gate of Rosewood College— I’ve squatted at the entrance of Purple Haze Club for a month and haven’t seen David Jones once (ｕДｕ〃)]

[It’s a pity I don’t have money, otherwise I would really like to have an autographed photo of senior David Jones.]

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After scrolling through these comments, Margaret Yule propped her chin on her palm, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

It must be said, the disparity between people is even greater than that between humans and foxes!

Margaret had thought that once her Arcane Star cultivation reached the late phase of Class III after seclusion, she might be able to narrow the gap with David Jones.

But as it turned out, in just a short period of time, she was once again left far behind by David Jones, this time not even catching a glimpse of his shadow!

“Wuu! Wuu?” (What about the fox! What has the fox done to you?)

The Six-tailed Ice Fox used its fluffy tail to sweep across the Trainer’s cheek, its eyes showing some dissatisfaction.

In its view, the noble Ice Fox clan was by no means weaker than humans.

Of course, David Jones was the only exception.

“Alright, alright, I was wrong,” Margaret admitted, gently scratching the Ice Fox’s chin with her fingertips, eliciting pleased purring sounds from it.

Just at that moment, a knock on the door was heard, and Yolanda York entered the office, her expression a mix of pride and complexity.

“You look so pale, is it because the Purple Haze Club’s Alchemy target for this month is too high?” Margaret asked, puzzled.

“No,” Yolanda said with a wry smile.

“The presidents of the top ten clubs in the school have all presented their congratulatory gifts, each wishing to pay a visit to President Margaret!

In addition, there’s an urgent matter: the Purple Haze Club’s public recruitment mailbox has suddenly overflowed, the workload is massive, causing the recruitment process to slow down. You’ll need to assign ten more members to handle it,” she explained.

Margaret was slightly stunned, unable to help but lower her head to look at the photo of David Jones on the desk.

A city ablaze with the blooming Phoenix, and now, the mere existence of David Jones was enough to paint the Purple Haze Club with a brilliant hue!