The alchemy market on the west side of Nolan, on the upper floor of an alchemy shop opened by the Klia Comptoir.

Friet von Klya, who was the owner of the Klia Comptoir, which owned fifty caravans in Nolan.

It can be said that the heart of the entire traffic up and down Nolan is in the hands of this old gentleman from the country of steel.

And the magical magic machine that he and his nephew developed 'a vehicle that can be driven by magic' opened a new chapter in the future of Klia Comptoir.

But today, Fleet swore that if he had a sword in his hand, it wouldn't be right... With an axe, he would definitely raise the axe and slash the group of bastards in front of him.

"Runo! You little bastard, do you know what you've done? ”

Fritt clenched the cane in his hand, his slightly old hands already bruised, and he stared at the group of people standing in front of him, one of whom was his nephew Runo.

"Uncle, you don't need to be so angry, you still have the right to produce magic guide cars." Runo tries to calm his anger.

"Still?! But that's not a reason for you to sell ownership of the Magic Guide to these guys! ”

Fleet raised his cane and pointed at the tall man standing beside his nephew, from Lolaft, another huge trading house in Nolan!

All the merchants of the world have taken a fancy to the endless business opportunities in this bustling magical capital, but there are only three chambers of commerce that have truly established themselves in the city.

All of the Kriya Comptoirs of Friet have mastered Nolan's path, while the group of comptoirs from the Land of Frost in front of them are more involved in the protozoite trade.

But in any case, they are competitors in business.

Friet has been fighting wits and courage with these old foxes from the ice field for more than 20 years, and he wanted to rely on the patent rights to produce the magic guide 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, you are too old to retire, why don't you go back to your home country and buy a manor for retirement, and give this chamber of commerce to your clever nephew to inherit?"

The negotiator of the Lorraft Comptoir really looked like a fox, his narrow eyes full of sarcasm, staring at Fritt, whose face was almost distorted by his anger.

"Even if I die, I will not give the firm to this little traitor." Fleet took a deep breath, controlled his anger, and then said word for word, "Now please get out of my store, you stinky foxes are not welcome here." ”

"With such rough treatment of customers, it's no wonder that rumors spread on the streets that the goods in Klya's alchemy shop are not safe at all." The fox-like person in charge waved his hand, and just before leaving, he left one last sentence: "Before leaving, I wish the original hedron in your store will not explode again, you lost a lot of flame lizards in the last accident, right?" ”

Hearing this, Friet seemed to understand something, and his arm holding his staff trembled uncontrollably, but he could only stare at the group of merchants as they walked down the alchemy shop and disappeared at the end of the stairs.

When they left, Friet sat down on a wooden chair with some weakness, and his crutches didn't seem to be able to support his body at all.

"Squire! Bring me the strongest liquor in the store! ”

He shouted orders to the shivering attendant beside him, who hurriedly took out a bottle of amber wine from the transparent glass case behind him and placed it in front of him.

Friet didn't take the cup, he just lifted the bottle of famous wine, which could be worth thousands of gold coins, and poured it into his throat in one gulp.

The hot touch in his throat calmed the old gentleman for a moment, and he began to think about what to do next.

It's not a matter of a year or two that the three commercial guilds of Nolan compete with each other, and although each guild has its own areas of strength, the guilds are secretly hoping to bring down each other.

Frit has seen the wind and waves for so many years, but the last hand is in the hands of his relatives!

The Lorraft Comptoir has now launched an all-out attack on him, and some time ago, through various small means, mixed inferior goods into the alchemy shop he opened, causing the reputation of the entire market to decline.

Now he has obtained the right to produce the magic guide car, which is the lifeblood of Fleet!

What to do? Expose what those cunning foxes are doing? No......

Frett thought of this and asked his attendant to bring out a letter that had been sent to him by an owl the previous night.

The sender's name is Josieu Arnorod, and at the same time... His identity is also a demon!

Influenced by the missionaries of the Holy Religion, Fleet's initial impression of demons was somewhere between a 'monster' and a 'barbarian'.

But what the demon had done when he came to Nolan made Fritt want to beat the missionaries.

Movies, Magic Web, The Sound of Nolan... No matter what kind of invention it is, it is no less than a miracle of the magic car.

Fleet himself was a fan of "This Devil Is Not Too Cold", which also gave Fleet the idea of buying the White Vitex Theater and the 'filming method of the movie'.

Sadly, he only managed to make a commercial partnership with the demon in the end.

But since he went to the High School of Magic and listened to the demon's 'programming' course, he hadn't seen the demon again, and the cooperation had gradually ceased except that the demon wanted to recommend a few new people to work in his alchemy workshop.

Fleet pulled out the letters sent to him by the demon yesterday, and while Fleet was also using the magic web as a means of communication across the ages, he was more accustomed to using letters transmitted between owls due to his age.

The content of the letter written by the demon is roughly equivalent to a sales pitch......

If any member of the Holy Religion saw this letter, he would have burned it in horror.

Because what is revealed in it has to do with 'Do you crave power?' The price is your soul. That's not much different.

It's just that the price here is money.

"Make my merchandise famous throughout Nolan?" Fleet took another sip of the liquor he had at hand.

Friet would scoff if someone else had sent him the letter, but he believed the demon had the power......

"Working with demons again? If the guys in the Holy Sect know about this, I'm afraid I'll be burned at the stake. ”

Fleet drank the liquor at once to a single drop, and then slammed the glass to the ground.

"But here's fucking Nolan!"