Of course, Amber knows that the "rules" set by Gawain are different from others, just as Gawain's whole way of thinking is different from others.

Will normal people sell their advanced technological achievements? Would normal people try to toss the magical power that should belong exclusively to nobles and transcendents in the direction of cabbage? Would a normal person establish a government office and a whole set of administrative institutions, and delegate all the exclusive powers that belonged to the lord to those "civil servants" who were born from low-level nobles or even from commoners?

Gawain did it all, and every time it was justified.

"Now that the magic net has begun to spread in the south, the prototype of imitation has appeared in the noble territories close to the Leslie and Kant realms, and some of the big nobles who have enough financial resources and are well-informed also know the news of the magic energy engine, they should be very interested, just like you originally planned, the people from Viscount Andrew, not Cecil, will come forward to sell it, which further dispels the concerns of the nobles in the south, if there is no accident, when spring comes, after the trade routes are smooth, we will have a steady stream of large income- It can be used to purchase more raw ore and expand the population. ”

After listening to Amber's report, Gawain nodded slightly: "Viscount Andrew is a familiar face in the South, and his connections can help us deliver the primordial magic net and magic energy engine to other nobles, and as long as they taste a little sweetness...... It would be impossible for them to refuse the benefits that followed. ”

"There is also news from Padraic that alchemical potions are still selling well in the winter, and some merchants have even settled on the eastern border and the plains of the Holy Spirit. However, the abundance of cheap potions in their hands also attracted the attention of the local lords, and Padraic was a little worried about it," Amber reported solemnly, "and he feared that the nobles would be driven by profit to squeeze the distribution side of the Chamber...... His exact words are as follows: not every nobleman is as honest and trustworthy as Duke Cecil, and he does business with a conscience. ”

Gawain raised his eyelids: "What is the specific situation?" I think he must have more than just complained. ”

"I can't hide it from you," Amber scratched her hair, "and he said that there had been a couple of more egregious incidents, and that in some places further north, some local nobles had detained our potion merchants, and demanded that they sell them half of their goods at a very low price, or else declare our potion merchants illegal. ”

Gawain looked interested: "Oh? Extremely low prices? How low is that? ”

“…… A third, or even a quarter," Amber had an indignant look on her face, "that's a robbery!" ”

Gawain couldn't help but laugh: "Hmm...... With the current selling price and the cost of the alchemy factory, even a quarter of it will still be profitable. ”

"You're still laughing?" Amber looked at Gawain's appearance and was dumbfounded, "They're robbing Cecil of the money!" If it weren't for your name, they wouldn't have asked to keep some of the goods, but would have looted the merchants! ”

"It's not good to loot the merchants directly, then no one will dare to continue selling potions to their territory, and my hand will not be able to reach out," Gawain touched his chin and thought for a moment, "Well, write a directive for me to Padraic and tell him that those merchants who have established themselves should take the initiative to contact the local nobles, isn't it a quarter of the price?" Yes, Cecil Lords are willing to sell them potions in large quantities at a quarter price, and our Potion Merchants can even keep half of each shipment for them, and the condition is that those local Lords will mainly protect Cecil's Potion Merchants' distribution rights in their territory, and prevent other traditional herbalists and alchemists from suppressing and crowding out Potion Merchants. ”

Seeing Amber's stunned appearance, Gawain deliberately smiled and asked, "Do you think those local lords will agree to these requests?" ”

Amber opened her mouth for a long time, and finally burst out of the words: "Of course they agree!" Fools don't agree! Count down a dozen copper coins to buy a bottle of alchemy potion! If you can get this great benefit, you don't need to say that they will take the initiative to protect the potion merchants, and even help them transport goods! But what's the benefit of you doing that......"

Gawain didn't wait for Amber to finish speaking before he interrupted and asked, "What do you think those local lords are buying cheap alchemy potions for?" ”

"What's it for?" Amber was stunned for a moment, "Anyway, it can't be used to rinse your mouth......"

"It's definitely not for myself," Miss Half-Elf was cute when she fell into a state of blindfolding, but Gawain didn't intend to tease her this time, "Our alchemy potion is a 'bad quality' mixed with water, although it is still a good thing for ordinary people and adventurers, but it is absolutely impossible to get into the eyes of the nobles again, and those local lords must have understood this in advance, so there is only one reason why they buy cheap potions in large quantities - they are for their own subordinates, and they are for their private soldiers, guards, and minions." ”

Amber is not stupid, sometimes it is just a habit of thinking that causes it to turn a corner, and at this time, Gawain reminded her a little, and she realized what kind of thing this cunning old zongzi in front of her was planning.

"What do you mean......"

"Ship in large quantities, as much as you want, the generous Duke Cecil will make every noble army in the south use the alchemy potion at a cheap price, and the brave soldiers will no longer need to wrap the stinky black ointment and grass root mud in their wounds, and in the process, I will only charge a small fee," Gawain leaned back in his chair and said unhurriedly, "With a good alchemy potion, no one will use those herbal ointments and witchcraft methods that have little effect, Do you know what that means that traditional alchemical potions, which sell for too many high prices, will quickly disappear? ”

Amber subconsciously touched her neck: "That's what you said last time...... Noose? ”

"That's right, noose," Gawain exhaled softly, "none of them wanted to see the Cecil family get back on their feet, so they would desperately try to draw blood from the Cecil family by what they thought they were very clever, and I had to draw it for them, and by the way, put a rope around the neck of each of them. ”

After a pause, Gawain glanced at Amber with a smile: "The shelf life of the alchemy potion after mixing it with water is very short."

In the large laboratory of the Rune Research Institute, Pitman is invited by Jenny to watch a special magic circle.

The raunchy old druid still looked unreassuring, and even though he was already the head of the druid's sorcery and magic alchemy industry, with double-digit apprentices under him, and his own research team and subjects, he was still dressed in a simple and old gray cotton robe, with all kinds of useful and useless amulets hanging from all over his body, and his white hair was messily covered with a faded earthy yellow soft hat. And a pair of shrewd little eyes were constantly turning around under the cover of the loose hair at the edge of the floppy hat - the first instinct anyone who saw him was that the old man would suddenly pull out a deck of cards to tell you a fortune, and definitely not associate him with some "magic rune expert" or "druid teacher".

But he is really an expert in this field.

Pitman carefully observed the large substrate on the central laboratory table, on which various easy-to-combine rune blocks and magic lines were outlined into a mysterious magic circle, and some silk threads made of non-magical materials were fixed to the surface of the magic circle by fixed needles to divide the functions of different areas of the magic circle.

- These divisions were improvised by Jenny and Carmel, and are not precise enough to be used as an aid to the research phase.

"These are indeed shape-shifting runes," Pitman said, nodding his head as he looked at the symbols marked by the special paint, "Hmm...... This confirms one of my suspicions. ”

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

"Whether it's the nature sect that the druids once believed in, or the dream sect that the eternal sleepers believed, the pioneers carried out very careful 'evasion' and 'disguise' operations in the process of transforming their magic into magic," Pitman laughed, with a sly glint in his eyes, "These shape-shifting runes only reveal one message......

Carmel's distinctive voice with arcane echoes came from the side: "Fear. ”

"That's right, fear," Pitman grinned, "God's authority has fallen into the hands of man, but man still trembles, as if he were always afraid that God would return, that God would punish those who steal authority, and even though the pioneers found the law and technique to transform magic into magic, they also tried to hide their actions in the process, as if they were deceiving themselves to hide from the gods who may no longer be there." ”

"The same was true of the early days of the Disobedience Plan," Kamel hummed, "and it wasn't until we confirmed the existence of 'Amorn the Great Deer,' that he was the fallen god of nature, that our fears lessened. ”

Jenny never thought that she would one day be exposed to this kind of thing, but she had become accustomed to it at the moment, and subconsciously asked, "The god of dreams...... Could it be like the giant deer Amon, who has fallen? ”

"It's not good to say, the weirdness of the gods is beyond human imagination, the god corpse of the giant deer Ammon is indeed lying in the shadow realm, but God knows what the state of the gods believed in by other fallen sects is," Pitman smiled, shaking his head and leaning in front of the magic array, "Rather than wondering what the current state of those gods is, we should figure out how this magic array works as soon as possible." ”

"We've made some initial progress on that." Kamel said, summoning a Shaper Hand and fetching a half-meter-tall metal-crystal device next to the test bench.

- It was a small, magical obelisk for a laboratory setting.

"At first, we tried to use ordinary magic to drive this circle, but failed, this circle has a special interface, it only reacts to the dream spells of the Sleeper, whether it is activated or controlled, it needs to be supplemented with special dream magic. Obviously, this magic circle is incomplete, it can't operate on its own - it has to have a caster perform a matching ritual to complete its magic path," Kamel said as he began to debug the magic obelisk, "This situation is not uncommon, many traditional magic circles have this 'incompleteness' due to poor optimization and unreasonable structure, but this has caused us a lot of trouble......"

The Magical Obelisk activated, and a stable magical field began to envelop the entire Rune Academy.

"But later, we found out that we don't need to make this whole circle work, there is a part of it that is crucial, as long as this part can be activated, then with the help of the diffusivity of the magic field, it can exert an incredible effect."

Kamal raised his arm full of arcane energy, and a small spark struck the magic circle of the test bed, and some of the runes in the magic circle immediately lit up, and began to float in light and dark as Kamel infused the magic power.

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

On that wall, there was another large substrate, on which there was no complete "Eternal Sleeper Circle", but only the most basic set of rune arrays were drawn, but it was the basic rune array, which was changing with Kamel's movements.

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

"The 'black box' of teleportation spells is not uncrackable, and its principle is perhaps simpler than all of us think."