"You really managed to get rid of a thousand wolves using magic? How did you do that? This...this is unbelievable!" Ji Bochang looked at Jiang Ming in astonishment.

His eyes betrayed his true feelings...

This kid is amazing! He's much more reliable than the sorceress; he actually possesses such incredible magical powers.

How could someone so powerful become a disciple of a shaman?

“Uh…” Jiang Ming smiled with a hint of melancholy: “Your Excellency, as you know… a thousand wolves, that’s no joke. Let alone the hundreds of elderly, weak, women and children in Chenjia Village, even a thousand regular soldiers might not be a match for them.”

"Yeah, yeah! That's exactly right! You're really something, kid!"

Ji Bochang developed a strong interest in Jiang Ming and stopped looking at the sorceress. The sorceress, being a sensitive person, also showed a look of disappointment and melancholy in her eyes.

"Oh dear! Well..."

Jiang Ming clicked his tongue and said, "I mainly used my magic to make those wolves lose their sight and sense of smell within an hour. Your Excellency, you know... wolves mainly rely on their eyes to see at night and their noses to smell. If their sense of smell and sight are both lost, what difference is there between them and stray dogs?"

"Wonderful! Wonderful! To be able to do that, you're truly a genius!" Ji Bochang immediately became a fanboy of Jiang Ming, listening intently to Jiang Ming's boasting.

“If the two armies were to clash in the future, and you used such methods, wouldn’t my Great Yan Iron Cavalry be able to sweep across the world? Hahaha!” Ji Bochang laughed loudly.

Jiang Ming felt a pang of pain upon hearing this.

I thought to myself, "Oh no! I've gone way too far with my boasting!"

If they really recommend me to the King of Yan, putting me in a confrontation with the Qi army, wouldn't I be doomed?

"Cough!" Jiang Ming sighed and said, "The prefect's idea is good, but... my spell only works on livestock, not on people. Moreover... I have deprived a thousand wolves of their sight and sense of smell at the same time. This is too much of a drain. I'm afraid I can't use this spell for at least a year."

"Hiss~!" Upon hearing this, the prefect was quite disappointed, shaking his head and clicking his tongue, saying, "Then you can practice some more and see if it can have an effect on people too!"

"Well... I will certainly try my best. There is hope, but it will take time. Perhaps in three to five years..."

"Really? Then you must cultivate diligently!"

Jiang Ming's words instantly ignited Ji Bochang's hope, and he excitedly leaned forward.

"only......"

Jiang Ming changed the subject, saying, "Right now, whether I can survive is still uncertain. I will have to rely on my master to share the burden of this bloodshed..."

"no problem!"

Ji Bochang said with great confidence, "You and this old woman each have your strengths and weaknesses. Her greatest contribution is that she can act as a shield for you!"

At this moment, Fatty He said with a big smile, "Your Excellency, our Chief Jiang not only knows magic, but also... he can forge all kinds of divine weapons. He is a master swordsmith!"

"Is that so?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Bochang's eyes lit up even more!

......

For the entire afternoon, Prefect Ji Bochang was completely absorbed in Jiang Ming's boasting!

Jiang Ming felt that they were almost able to lead him by the nose.

But bragging is different from empty boasting.

Jiang Ming also grasped the right balance.

His identity is very sensitive and should not be exposed too early, so... he finally requested the prefect to allow him to take the sorceress back to the village to cultivate properly and go into seclusion for a period of time, and not to disturb them during this time.

The prefect readily agreed and instructed Jiang Ming to go back and recuperate properly. He told Jiang Ming to come to the prefect's residence again after the bloodshed had passed, as he still had many questions he wanted to ask Jiang Ming.

Originally, Jiang Ming wanted to propose tax reductions or exemptions.

However, considering that things shouldn't be said all at once, and it's best not to say them yourself, it would be better to wait and let the fortune teller tell him!

Being too hasty in everything and making too many demands is never a wise move!

Around six or seven o'clock in the evening, Jiang Ming rode in the county's official sedan chair, carried by eight sedan chair bearers, carrying 500 taels of gold and his younger sister, Nanxiu, and swaggered back to Chenjia Village in a grand and glorious manner.

"Lord Jiang is back!"

"Lord Jiang has been promoted!"

"We're relieved to see Lord Jiang back!"

"Lord Jiang, is the woman sitting in the sedan chair behind you your newly acquired concubine?"

......

When the villagers saw Jiang Ming return, they all clapped and cheered excitedly!

Only because the sedan curtain was obscured did they fail to notice that an old woman was also sitting inside the sedan...

"Lord Jiang! Hurry home and check! A wolf pelt buyer has come to your house. He'll take as many pelts as you want; he's a big customer!"

A child in the crowd shouted loudly.