The alchemy market on the west side of Nolan, the upper floor of an alchemy store opened by the Klia firm.
Frit von Kleia, the owner of the Kleia firm, which had fifty inns in Nolan.
It can be said that the heart of the entire Nolan traffic was held in the hands of this old gentleman from the country of steel.
And the magical magical machine that he and his nephew developed, the "vehicle that can be driven by magic", has opened up a new chapter for the future of Keria.
But just today, Fritt swore that if he had a sword in his hand, no... an axe, he'd definitely lift it up and cut the bunch of bastards in front of him.
"Runo! You little bastard, do you know what you've done?"
Fritt clenched the cane in his hand, and his slightly old hand had blue veins. He stared at the group of people standing in front of him, one of which was his nephew Luno.
"Uncle, you don't need to be so angry, you still have the right to produce the magic car." Luno tried to calm his anger.
"Still?! But that's not why you sold the title to these guys!"
Fritt raised his cane and pointed at the tall man standing beside his nephew. They came from Loraft, another huge firm in Nolan!
All the businessmen all over the world have taken a fancy to the endless business opportunities in this prosperous magic capital, but only three chambers of commerce have really established a firm foothold in this city.
All the Klia firms in Fleet have mastered Nolan's path, and the group of firms from the Land of Frost in front of them are more involved in the original spar trade.
But in any case, they are competitors in business.
Fritt has been fighting wits and courage with these old foxes from the icefield for more than 20 years. He wanted to use the patent right to produce the magic car to wash the entire Nolan capital market in one fell swoop.
But he didn't expect his stupid nephew to sell part of the production rights to his old rival.
"Dear Fritt, you are too old to retire. Why don't you just go back to your motherland to buy a manor for retirement, and give this business to your smart nephew to inherit?"
The negotiator of the Loraft firm really looked like a fox. His narrow eyes were full of sarcasm, staring at Freet, whose face was almost distorted because he was too angry.
"Even if I die, I won't pass the business to this little traitor." Fritt took a deep breath, controlled his anger, and said word by word, "Now please get out of my store, here You stinky foxes are not welcome."
"Treat the guests so rudely, it's no wonder that there are rumors on the streets that the products of Klia's alchemy shop are not safe at all." The person in charge who looked like a fox waved his hand, and just before leaving, he left the last One sentence, "I wish the original spar in your shop will not explode again before you leave. The last accident caused you to lose a lot of flame lizards, right?"
Hearing this sentence, Frit seemed to understand something. His arm holding the cane couldn't help but tremble, but he could only stare at the group of merchants who walked down the alchemy store and disappeared at the end of the stairs.
After they left, Fritt sat weakly on a wooden chair, and the crutches seemed unable to support his body at all.
"Servant! Bring me the strongest wine in the shop!"
He loudly ordered the shivering attendant next to him. The attendant hurriedly took out a bottle of amber wine from the transparent glass cabinet behind him and put it in front of him.
Fritt didn't take the cup, but directly lifted the bottle of famous wine, which may be worth thousands of gold coins, and poured it down his throat.
The burning sensation in his throat calmed the elderly gentleman, and he began to think about what to do next.
It is not a matter of a year or two for Nolan's three commercial guilds to compete with each other. Although each guild has its own areas of advantage, the guilds secretly hope to defeat each other.
Friet has seen the wind and waves for so many years, but the last hand is in the hands of his relatives!
The Loraft Firm has now launched an all-out attack on him. Some time ago, through various small means, he mixed inferior goods into the alchemy store he opened, which led to a decline in the reputation of the entire market.
Now he has obtained the production rights of the magic car, which is the lifeblood of Fritt!
How to do? Exposing what those sly foxes did? Do not…
Friet thought of this and asked his squire to take out a letter, which an owl had sent him last night.
The sender's name was Joshua Arnorrod, and... he was also a demon!
Influenced by the missionaries of the Holy Land, Friet's impression of demons remained between "monsters" and "barbarians" at first.
But what the demon did after he came to Nolan made Fritt want to beat those missionaries.
Movies, magic nets, Nolan's voice... No matter what kind of invention it is, it is no less a miracle than the magic car.
Fritt himself is also a fan of "The Devil's Not Too Cold", which also gave Fritt the idea of acquiring the Whitebud Theatre and "the way the movie is made."
Unfortunately, he ended up only reaching a business partnership with the demon.
But since he went to the higher magic academy and listened to the "programming" course that the demon told, he has never seen the demon again, except that the demon hopes to recommend a few new people to work in his alchemy workshop. In addition, other cooperation gradually ceased.
Fleet dug out the letter sent to him by the demon yesterday. Although Fleet is also using the magic net, which is an inter-era communication method, due to his age, he is more accustomed to using letters transmitted between owls. .
The letter written by the demon is roughly equivalent to a sales pitch…
If any believer in the Holy Land saw this letter, they would burn it down in horror.
Because the content revealed in it is almost the same as "Do you desire power? The price is your soul." This sentence.
Only the price here is money.
"Make my products famous in the whole of Nolan?" Freet once again took a sip of the spirits at hand.
Fritt would have scoffed if anyone else sent him this letter, but he believes the demon has the ability...
"Working with the devil again? If this is known by the guys in the holy kingdom, I am afraid I will be sent to the stake."
Fritt drank all the spirits at one time, and then slammed the glass to the ground.
"But here's the fucking Nolan!"