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Amber certainly knows that the "rules" set by Gao Wen are not the same as elsewhere, just as Gao Wen's whole idea is different from others.

Will normal people sell their advanced technological achievements? Will normal people try to toss the magical power that should belong to the nobility and the supernatural to the direction of cabbage? Will a normal person establish a government office and a set of administrative agencies, and devolve the dictatorship of the lord to the "civil servants" who are of low-ranking nobles and even civilians?

Gao Wen has done it, and every time it is well-founded.

"Now the magic net has begun to spread in the south, and the imitation of the aristocratic territory near Leslie and Kant has already appeared. Some big aristocrats with sufficient financial resources and well-informed know the news of the magic engine. They should I will be very interested. As you originally planned, the people who were led by the Viscount Andrew and not the Cecil will sell it. This further dispels the concerns of the aristocrats in the South. If there is no accident, after the spring is coming, the road is smooth. We will be able to use a large amount of revenue to generate more raw ore and expand the population."

Gao Wen listened to the amber report and nodded slightly: "The Viscount Andrew is a familiar face in the South. His network can help us send the original magic net and magic engine to other nobles, and as long as they taste a little bit of sweetness... ...they can't refuse the next benefits."

"In addition, there is news from Padrek that alchemy pharmacies still sell well in winter. Some merchants have even fallen on the borders of the East and the Holy Spirit. But the large amount of cheap potions in their hands also caused the local lords. Concerned, Padrik was a bit worried about this," Amber said in a serious report. "He is worried that the nobles will squeeze the distribution side of the Chamber of Commerce under the influence of interests... His original words are like this: not every nobleman is like The Duke of Cecil is as honest and trustworthy, doing business and conscience."

Gao Wen raised his eyelids: "What is the specific situation? I think he should not only complain about it."

"I really can't help you," Amber scratched his hair. "He said that there have been several bad incidents. In some places in the north, there are local aristocrats who have detained our pharmacists and asked those businessmen to take half of them. The goods are sold to them at very low prices, otherwise we declare that our pharmacists are illegal traders."

Gao Wen reveals the expression of interest: "Oh? Very low price? How low is that?"

"...one third, or even a quarter," Amber’s face showed an unremarkable look. "That was simply robbing!"

Gao Wen couldn't help but smile: "Well... even if there is a quarter of the cost of the current price and the cost of the alchemy factory."

"You still laugh?" Amber looked at Gao Wen's appearance and suddenly stunned. "They are stealing the money that Cecil has received! If you don't take care of your name, they probably don't ask for some goods." But ransack the businessman directly!"

"It’s not good to directly rob the merchants. Then no one dares to continue selling the syrup on their territory. My hand won’t stretch.” Gao Wen touched his chin and thought, “Well, write a copy for me. Give Padrik’s instructions and tell him that those businessmen who have already established a foothold should take the initiative to contact the local nobility. Isn’t it a quarter price? Yes, Cecil’s willingness to be a quarter of the price Selling the potions to them in batches, our pharmacists can even keep one-half of each item for them, provided that the local authorities mainly protect the dealership of the Cecil pharmacy dealers on their territory. It is necessary to prevent other traditional herbalists and alchemists from suppressing the pharmacists."

Seeing the amber stunned look, Gao Wen asked with a smile: "Do you think those local lords will agree to these requirements?"

Amber opened his mouth for a long time and finally said something: "They certainly agree! The fool doesn't agree! Counting a dozen copper coins can buy a bottle of alchemy! You can get the benefits of this day, you don't need to say them. Will actively protect the pharmacists, and even help them transport goods! But what are the benefits of doing this..."

Gao Wen waited for the amber to interrupt and asked: "What do you think the local lords are buying cheap alchemy pharmacies for?"

"What do you use?" Amber snorted. "I can't use it anyway..."

"I definitely don't use it for myself," Miss Half Elf was very cute when she was in a state of being blind, but Gao Wen didn't intend to tease her this time. "Our alchemy pharmacy is inferior to water, although it is for civilians and adventurers. It’s still a good thing, but it’s absolutely impossible to get into the eyes of the nobility. Those local lords must have known this in advance, so the reason they buy a lot of cheap potions is that they are for their own people, Their private soldiers, guards, and minions used it."

The amber brain is not stupid. Sometimes it is just the habit of thinking that can't turn around. At this time, Gao Wen reminded me a little, and she realized what the old man in front of her eyes was planning.

"what do you mean……"

"The mass shipments, how much is there, the generous Duke of Cecil will make every aristocratic army in the Southland use cheap and expensive alchemy potions, brave soldiers will no longer need to stink black The ointment and the grass root mud are wrapped in the wound, and in the process, I only charge a little bit of insignificant cost." Gao Wen leaned back into the chair and said without hesitation, "have good alchemy." With syrup, no one will use herbal creams and witchcraft that have little effect. The expensive traditional alchemy remedies will quickly disappear. Do you know what it means?"

Amber touched his neck subconsciously: "This is what you said last time... noose?"

"Yes, noose," Gao Wen sighed softly. "Everyone doesn't want to see the Cecil family stand up again, so they will desperately want to use Sessi with their own thoughts." The family had blood drawn, and I had to give them a pump and put a rope around each of them."

After a moment, Gao Wen smiled and looked at the amber: "The alchemy remedy after the water, the shelf life is very short."

In the large laboratory of the Rune Institute, Pitman was invited by Jenny to come and watch a special magic array.

The unruly old druid is still the one who dares to be reassured, even though he is already the head of the Druid spell and the magical alchemy industry, with a double-digit apprentice and his own The research team and subject, but he still wears a plain and old gray cotton gown, a variety of useful useless amulets hanging around the body, a white hair messed up on the top of the head, with a faded The khaki soft cap is pressed, and a pair of savvy little eyes are constantly turning around under the cover of the scattered hair on the edge of the soft hat. Anyone who sees his first feeling is whether the old man will suddenly burst out. The deputy card is going to give you a life, and you will never associate him with any "God Rune Expert" or "Druid Mentor".

But he is indeed an expert in this field.

Pittman carefully observed the large substrate on the center bench. On the substrate, various easy-to-combine runes and magic lines were combined to form a mysterious magical array, while some non-guided materials were used. The finished thread is fixed to the surface of the magic array by a fixed needle to divide the function of different areas of the magic array.

These divisions are temporarily divided by Jenny and Carmel and are not accurate enough to be used as an aid to the research phase.

"These are really distorted magical runes," Pittman looked at the symbols marked with special paint, nodding his head and saying, "Well... this confirms one of my guesses."

"Guess?" Jenny looked at the old druid curiously.

"Whether it is the natural sect that the Druid once believed in, or the dream sect of the eternal sleeper, the pioneers carried out very careful avoidance and disguise in the process of turning their magic into magic," Pitman laughed. There is a ray of light in the eyes. "There are only one message in these variants of the rune..."

Carmela’s unique voice with the echo of the arcane echoes from the side: “Fear.”

"Yes, fear," Peteman smiled. "God's authority has fallen into the hands of men, but people are still trembled, as if fearing that God will come back, fearing that God will punish those who steal power, even the pioneers. I found the laws and techniques of turning magic into magic. They also tried to hide their movements in the process, as if they were deceiving themselves to avoid the gods that might not be there."

"The same is true of the early days of the hiccup program," Kamy said. "Until we confirmed the existence of the giant deer Amon, it was confirmed that he was the fallen **** of nature, and our fear was slightly reduced."

Jenny never thought that she would be exposed to this aspect one day, but she has become habitual at the moment and subconsciously asked: "The **** of dreams... will be like the deer Amoen, already fallen. What?"

"This is not good. The wonders of the gods are beyond human imagination. The body of the giant deer Amoen is indeed lying in the shadow world, but God knows what the gods of other fallen sects are." Petman smiled and waved. Putting it in front of the magical array, "Let's figure out what the state of the gods is now, and we should understand how this magical array works."

"We have made some initial progress on this point," Carmel said, summoning a plastic hand and taking a half-meter-high metal crystal device next to the test bench.

It is a small, magical obelisk prepared for the laboratory environment.

"In the beginning, we tried to drive this array with ordinary magic. However, it failed. This array has a special interface. It only responds to the dreams of the sleeper. Whether it is activation or control, it needs to be supplemented. Special magical magic is enough. Obviously, this magical array is incomplete. It can't be run independently. It must have a ritual of the caster to complete its magical path,” Carmel said as he began. Debugging the magic energy obelisk, "This situation is not uncommon. Many traditional phasic arrays have such incompleteness due to poor optimization and unreasonable architecture, but this has caused us a lot of trouble... ”

The magic energy obelisk was launched, and the stable magic field began to cover the entire Rune Institute.

"But later, we found that we don't really need to run this entire array. It's part of it. As long as this part can be activated, it can play an incredible effect with the diffusion of the magic field. ”

Carmel lifted his arm full of arcane energy, and a small spark hit the magical array on the test bed. A part of the runes in the magic array immediately brightened and infused with the magic of Carmel. The changes begin to float in the shade.

Almost the first time, Pitman looked at the wall on the other side of the lab.

On the wall, another large substrate is hung. There is no complete "sleeper array" on the large substrate. Instead, only the most basic set of runes is drawn, but the basic rune is The array is now changing with the actions of Carmel.

"At the moment we can only transmit such simple changes, and the transmission is extremely susceptible to interference, and the distance is also very problematic, but at least we have proved one thing in the process:

"The black box of messaging spells is not unbreakable, and its principles may be simpler than all of us think."

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