A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 242 The Gray Party

When anger is ignited, and people have an outlet for their rage, then everything falls into place.

"Gentlemen! The paper in my hand records this very event!"

Jiang Shuzhou raised his hand at a 45-degree angle so that everyone could see it clearly.

"At the same time, I also learned how to make the secret medicine!"

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Shuzhou waved his hand, and someone carried a large box of medicine down.

"Whether to compromise and live a life of mediocrity, or to rise up and fight back, leaving a lasting legacy, is entirely up to you."

"But I believe that the noble blood flowing in our veins will not lead us to make the wrong choice."

Jiang Shuzhou's meaning was clear: he wanted everyone to join.

Everyone looked at each other, and soon a man took the secret medicine and injected it directly.

Snapped.

The syringe was smashed, making a crisp sound.

"Aaaaaah!"

A painful roar, mixed with excitement.

The man's body gradually changed shape, from thin to burly, but overall, he still maintained a human form.

"I did it!"

The man's mutterings completely ignited everyone present.

"If only, if only back then..."

The man suddenly burst into tears. It was too late, all of this was too late.

"I regret that I didn't appear sooner, that I couldn't lead you sooner, but now, for the sake of others, for all the oppressed, I need you! I need you to join me in resisting oppression and building a new world!"

Jiang Shuzhou's seductive voice rang out, a voice with a unique magic that made everyone willing to dedicate their lives to it.

"Long live Lord Victor! Long live the pioneer!"

"Long live Lord Victor! Long live the pioneer!"

Someone in the audience shouted, and then everyone joined in the shouting.

An unusual fervor flowed through everyone's hearts.

One by one, people injected the secret medicine into their bodies, and amidst cheers and pain, they all underwent a transformation.

Gradually, the overcrowded bar became a scene of chaos and debauchery.

Countless bizarre gray beasts shouted with their vocal organs.

"Long live Lord Victor! Long live the pioneer!"

At that moment, everyone understood that a new world was beckoning to them.

A gray, bloody world, a beautiful world, a fair world where everyone can eat their fill, is beckoning to them.

As time passed, everyone in the bar except for a few people voluntarily injected themselves with the secret drug, and they successfully turned back into humans.

From this day forward, regardless of their previous identities, they are now all Greyblood Warriors.

At the same time, they naturally supported Jiang Shuzhou as their leader.

The Grey Sanctuary is now a thing of the past, replaced by the Grey Party.

However, there are always some people who are content with mediocrity, cowardly and incompetent.

"They've gone mad, they've all gone mad!"

Several people ran out of the tavern; they didn't want to get involved in this.

Unfortunately, when they gave up on becoming stronger and gave up on becoming Greyblood Warriors, their only outcome was death.

Where are you going?

Jiang Shuzhou and dozens of Grayblood Warriors blocked their path.

"You lackeys of the leukemia, do you have anything else to say?"

Jiang Shuzhou needed a target to establish his authority, and these people were just the right ones.

"I am not a lackey of leukemia!"

"You're not? If you're not, why don't you want to become a Grey Blood Soldier?"

Seeing that Jiang Shuzhou clearly had no intention of letting him go, the man steeled himself and decided to reveal the truth.

"There are no Grey Warriors at all; he made it all up! The reason our city wasn't attacked by the Grey Beasts is all thanks to the angels! It's him..."

Halfway through his sentence, with a soft "plop," the man's body was torn in two.

"Not a single word of truth comes out of his mouth!"

"He's nothing but a lackey of the leukemia gang!"

"I thought he was going to say something else, but it turns out it's just the same old leukemia scam!"

"Exactly, that's all made up. We only look at the truth. The truth is that we are descendants of the Grey Blood Warriors. Otherwise, why would we still have our sanity after transforming into Grey Beasts?"

No one would believe what he said.

Jiang Shuzhou smiled with satisfaction. It was worth the little story he made up when he had nothing better to do. Indeed, the point of doing this kind of thing is to tell stories.

Soon, the Grey Party began to spread in the lower city, and a large number of Greybloods chose to join, just as Jiang Shuzhou said, they would deceive themselves.

Although the story has a few flaws, it's not a big problem; they'll fill in the gaps themselves.

After all, there are facts to prove that if there were no Greyblood Warriors, where would the secret medicine come from?

Could it be that it was only recently discovered?

Do you even believe what you're saying?

Jiang Shuzhou's plan was being executed methodically.

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Uptown, Parliament Hall.

Spacious, bright, with towering spires reaching into the clouds.

"I propose abolishing the Burmer silver dollar!"

A white-blooded nobleman from the House of Lords proposed it.

"Agreed."

This statement was met with immediate approval.

"I object!"

The tall and imposing Vandell voiced his objection.

"Do you know what the consequences of this will be?"

"Everyone's hard-earned money has been rendered worthless by a single decree. What will happen to the poor in the lower city?"

"Haha, Vander, how many years has it been since you went back to Downtown? What, why are you concerned about this?"

"Vander! This is the Senate, not a place for you to flaunt your gangster connections!"

"Heh, it's no big deal. Just let them exchange it at the bank. It's not like we don't accept it."

"That's right, just let them exchange the money."

The voices of the surrounding councilors rose up, laced with sarcasm and rebuke.

"Don't you know there are no banks in the downtown area?"

"Vandal said angrily."

"That's not our problem. Who told them to rob us every day? Now nobody wants to open a shop there anymore."

"If you ask me, they deserve it."

"Isn't there a bank in the buffer zone? Let them exchange it there."

"I forgot, that bank doesn't welcome grey-blooded bastards, hahaha."

"Hahaha, Perska, stop joking, be serious, hahaha."

Amidst laughter, the proposal was passed by an overwhelming majority.

"I was originally planning to suggest that you also become a noble leukemia, Vander. It's a pity that you still haven't gotten rid of your bad habits."

"Go back to brewing wine! Only when you've corrected that habit will we suggest you become a noble white blood!"

Amidst a chorus of laughter, Van der walked dejectedly out of the parliament hall.

The towering building pierces the clouds, as if looking down upon everything in the world.

Cold and indifferent.

"Dad, how's it going?"

As soon as he stepped outside, Vander ran into his daughter.

"The situation isn't great, but the proposal still passed. By the way, what about that person you mentioned? I'd like to meet him."