Chapter 56: The Heavy Hand of Capital

Leon's refusal evidently went beyond a few of Anjou's expectations.

Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "May I know the reason?"

Naturally, Leon could not possibly tell the Principal of Kassel College standing before him the true reason why he was unwilling to join the Executioners.

After all, once inside the Executioners, it would undoubtedly become extremely troublesome for him to approach Nordin later on.

However, judging by the current situation, Leon had no way of completely bypassing Kassel College to work alone either.

The only option left was to borrow a chicken to lay an egg.

"I'm sorry, Principal Anjou," Leon did not answer directly. "However, to repay Tutor Flamel's generosity, if the Executioners have any needs during this period, I can assist."

Leon's calculations were well-made. This way, he could maintain his independence while utilizing Kassel College's platform to obtain information on high-risk half-bloods and pure-blood dragons, thereby rapidly leveling up his [Half-Blood] class.

Hearing Leon's words, Anjou chuckled dryly. He stood up and said, "Then it's settled."

Although the old man was somewhat surprised that Leon was unwilling to join the Executioners, since Leon had now expressed a willingness to assist from the sidelines, he couldn't be bothered to probe any deeper.

To him, as long as the dragons could be slain, nothing else posed much of a problem.

Besides, with the Executioners keeping an eye on him, could this young man possibly turn the world upside down?

"I will have someone send your identification papers over."

According to Kassel College's intelligence, Leon did not possess a legal American identity.

Yet just as Anjou was about to leave, Leon suddenly spoke up, "Principal Anjou, I wonder if the academy can provide some materials for alchemy?"

As if fearing that he might refuse, Leon quickly added, "I can hand over all the finished alchemical products to Kassel College."

Leon only needed the experience points brought by the transmutation. As for the alchemical items manufactured during this process...

He couldn't possibly use that many by himself anyway.

At these words, Anjou shook his head slightly, then stood up and walked toward the door.

Just when Leon thought he was going to refuse, a voice suddenly reached his ears: "Just contact the New York Executioner agent directly afterwards. I'll speak with them."

With those words, the old man pushed open the door and walked out.

Seeing this, Leon couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief inwardly:

'It worked.'

'Next, I just need to raise my class level, and then wait for the right moment to find Nordin.'

'However, I must first prevent Constantine's egg from falling into the hands of Kassel College.'

'But how should I go about it...'

Constantine was Nordin's brother, and his egg was currently still within the Bronze City. Since the Bronze City was located underwater at the Three Gorges' Kwai Gate, Leon certainly had no way of retrieving it all by himself.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Leon quickly formed a plan in his mind.

'I must find a way to notify those half-blood families in Shenzhou. No matter what, the Secret Society, as a European half-blood faction, running all the way to Kwai Gate to blow up a dam is simply too absurd. They surely won't just stand by and let such a thing happen.'

When he had previously read the original Dragon Raja novels, Leon had held this exact doubt. After all, the destruction caused by blowing up the Kwai Gate Dam was far more exaggerated than a Dragon King, and heaven knows what Jiang Nan was actually thinking.

Moreover, the Shenzhou half-blood factions actually just watched all this happen with their own eyes.

Leon could only guess that perhaps they were unaware of the inside story.

Just as he was pondering how to proceed, an Executioner agent entered the presidential suite and placed a set of identification documents in front of Leon.

At that moment, Leon suddenly called out to stop him: "Could I trouble you to have some metal sent over?"

"How much do you need?"

"The more, the better."

Hearing this, the Executioner agent was momentarily stunned. Then, recalling the instructions his principal had left before departing, he said, "I will make the arrangements. Please wait a moment."

"Then many thanks."

The Executioner agent waved a hand to signal Leon not to worry about it, and then walked out of the room.

The presidential suite was instantly left with only Leon inside.

He let out a soft breath and began to leaf through Flamel's notes.

During his initial, hasty perusal earlier, Leon had already discovered that it contained methods for transmuting alchemical bullets.

Perhaps for the half-bloods in the Dragon world, ordinary alchemical bullets were items they wouldn't pay any attention to in their daily lives.

But for Leon, they would be immensely useful.

Because previously in the pioneer city, he had never seen any similar items sold within the city, which meant he might be able to profit from this.

'Alchemical bullets can be sold to the police department or the city garrison, and alchemical weapons can be sold to professionals. Perfect.'

'Now the only issue left is the production volume.'

If the production volume couldn't keep up, then everything else would be in vain.

After all, if Leon could only produce a few hundred bullets a day, it obviously wouldn't be of much use to a sprawling pioneer city.

'Let's hope Heaven and Earth as a Furnace lives up to expectations.'

'If this succeeds, I should be able to leave the police department and strike out on my own.'

Looking at the Spiritual Speech that he had never truly used since acquiring it, Leon's gaze flickered.

He had a premonition that whether or not he could strike it rich overnight depended entirely on this high-sequence Spiritual Speech brought by the [Half-Blood] class.

Calming his emotions slightly, Leon continued to flip through Flamel's notes.

With the special bonuses provided by [Artisan Apprentice (Alchemy)], the contents of these notes were not difficult for Leon to comprehend.

After all, they did not involve any overly high-end alchemy.

Just as Leon was immersed in the world of alchemy, the aforementioned Executioner agent returned to the presidential suite, though his hands were completely empty.

"Sir, please come with me," the Executioner agent said respectfully. "Everything has been prepared for you."

Hearing this, Leon raised an eyebrow. He felt an urge to ask where the metals he needed were, but ultimately followed behind the other person and left the hotel.

Watching the vehicle he was riding in head toward the suburbs, he asked curiously, "Where are we going?"

"A steel processing plant."

"?"

Before Leon could ask any further, the vehicle had already stopped in front of a massive warehouse.

"We have arrived, sir."

Following the Executioner agent's words, the warehouse doors slowly opened, and mountains of stacked metal instantly came into Leon's view.

At that moment, only a single thought filled his mind:

'Is this place...'

'Paradise?'

Leon finally experienced what the heavy hand of capital truly meant. The materials those small gang thugs had gathered for him didn't even amount to a drop in the ocean.

Seeing Leon remain silent, the Executioner agent in the driver's seat spoke up, "Sir, if this isn't enough, I can arrange for some more."

Withdrawing his wandering thoughts, Leon said somewhat uncertainly, "This should be enough...?"

As matters stood, only one thought remained in his mind.

Heaven and Earth as a Furnace, let me witness your limit!