In the airtight dark room, the dim candlelight illuminated the pale face of the second prince Shukri, and on the table in front of him were two boxes and an oil-paper bag, and an old man with a kind face sat beside him.

"Archbishop Brandon, what the hell am I supposed to do?"

The second prince, Shukri, looked at the old man's side face and said in a deep voice: "Charles has realized the importance of Mr. Nicholas, he went to Flower Street today, just to demonstrate to me!" ”

"Your Highness, competition is bound to arise." The old man said in a calm tone, "Although the Church has mastered the potion recipe in its hands, it has not been able to realize it, and even many of the recipes are missing vital materials and cannot be made. ”

"In this case, we have to open up the market for potions to be operated, and let potion materials from other countries flow into the country, so that the potion recipe can work."

There is no recipe, and no material can make a product, and this is what it means that it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice.

The Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny has a lot of potion recipes, many of which are powerful high-grade potions, but they have not been able to make them so far because of the lack of raw materials.

Many of the ingredients in the recipe are not available in the Kingdom of Windsor, after all, the mainland of the Kingdom of Windsor only has two islands, the east and the west, and the materials are expensive, and they cannot be compared with the Romanov Kingdom.

The Kingdom of Windsor has a vast overseas colony that can obtain materials from the colonies, but it is still not enough, and the channels need to be further expanded.

As an insider of the Church, Archbishop Brandon knew that the Church was planning to import and export potions with the churches of other kingdoms, such as the Cult of Wisdom, the Cult of Adjudicators, and the Cult of Abundance, and once the resolution was passed, the potions could be officially circulated between countries.

At that time, there are bound to be many potions merchants emerging.

As a hot emerging industry in the future, potions are the focus of each church, and the Church of the Three Goddesses of Fate must also cultivate its own potions business channels, and whoever controls the potions will have a sufficient voice in the church.

Archbishop Ublis did win the election and became the new pope of the Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny, but that didn't mean Archbishop Brandon didn't have a chance.

The Church of the Three Goddesses of Fate is a polytheistic religion, unlike monotheism, the power of the pope of polytheism is far less than that of the pope of monotheism, the pope of monotheism is the direct spokesperson of the gods and has the supreme decision-making power, but the pope of polytheism can only become the spokesperson of the corresponding god and cannot control the followers of other gods.

Based on this situation, Archbishop Brandon, who believed in the goddess of wealth, was not afraid of Ubrey I, who believed in the goddess of health.

In the hands of the archbishop, he also holds real power.

As long as he can grasp the lifeblood of the Church, the status of the archbishop is not necessarily lower than that of the Pope.

So....

The second prince, Shukri, wants to win over Ma Wei, who has a lot of resources, to make him the spokesperson of the goddess of wealth, and assist Archbishop Brandon in controlling the potions market in London.

But today, in the potions grocery store, the second prince Shukri did not get the answer he wanted.

Ma Wei didn't reject him, but forced him to give up more benefits, this behavior is very in line with Ma Wei's identity as a businessman, people are here to make money, not philanthropists, why help you if there is no benefit?

And the arrival of the eldest prince Charles also gave the second prince Shukri a sense of crisis.

Ma Wei is the person he likes, but the eldest prince Charles suddenly intervened, and the conversation in the store today was full of intentions to win over Ma Wei, if Ma Wei really joined the camp of the eldest prince Charles....

Shukri didn't dare to think about it, he could retrain the Potions Merchants, but could the Potions Merchants he cultivated surpass Ma Wei?

"Archbishop Brandon, we have news of the people we sent to the Frederick Kingdom to investigate the information of the Manstein family."

In the dark room, Shukri took out a letter and handed it to the old man beside him: "In the Kingdom of Frederick, Saxony, in the city of Freiberg, in the village of Lisa, there is indeed a Manstein family, according to the unanimous answer of the villagers, their head of the family is named Nicholas von Manstein, there is a daughter named Emma, two younger brothers, who have been doing business abroad in recent years, and it is rare to come back once...."

"What about networking?" Archbishop Brandon asked, "If Nicholas can't investigate, just start with his two younger brothers, as long as they are living people, they will definitely leave clues." ”

"I have all checked that the three brothers of the Manstein family all studied at the Technical University of Flleberg, their mentors, classmates, classmates' families, and the rector..... They all have an impression of them, and among them, Mr. Nicholas is still an outstanding graduate of their class, often donates money to his alma mater, and his portrait still hangs in the principal's office...."

"So, their identities are okay?"

"Well, at least the people we sent out didn't find any flaws, and everything is normal."

The old man nodded, and finally expressed his thoughts: "In that case, find an opportunity to bring them to me." ”

"You agreed to give them the potion recipe?"

The second prince Shukri's eyes lit up, he didn't care much about the things of the church, and the potion formula was not so important in his opinion, how to defeat the eldest prince Charles and ascend to the throne was the focus of his attention, and the formula didn't matter at all.

If it weren't for Archbishop Brandon's disapproval, Shukry would have agreed to give the recipe to Mavi as early as noon.

"As long as they can pass the final test, I can give some recipes for low-grade potions, and if they join the Church of the Three Goddesses of Fate and worship the Goddess of Wealth, I will share the recipes for high-grade potions with them...."

Archbishop Brandon's head was little by little, as if he was about to fall asleep, with a charitable smile on the corner of his mouth: "Great Nande, I am kind to every believer who pursues wealth, Mr. Nicholas is not wrong in what he does, Your Highness, you can't just look at things from your own standpoint, if you want to make others submit, you have to give them what they desire, so that you can gain loyalty." ”

"Yes, I see, Archbishop Brandon."

"Now look at the potions they sell, you can't just move your mouth, the quality of the goods is the most important measure..."

Archbishop Brandon opened the box slowly, the blood of mercury he had tested before, there was no problem, skip directly, the sleeping toast in the oiled paper bag aroused his interest.

The rectangular toast was completely placed on the table, and the second prince, Shukri, personally cut off a slice and handed it to Archbishop Brandon with both hands, who first smelled the toast, and then opened his mouth and took a small bite.

The toast melts in your mouth, and the aroma of milk instantly fills the mouth, although it is not as soft as when it is just baked, but the taste is still okay, and a lot of sugar is added to it, which is very in line with the taste of Windsor people.

After chewing the toast into the abdomen, the stomach immediately began to digest, at first there was no reaction, after half a minute, Archbishop Brandon's body shook slightly, feeling that the scene in front of him became foggy, and his consciousness began to be drowsy, suddenly, he seemed to see himself wearing a papal robe, standing on the top of Westminster Abbey, the weather was beautiful, the fanatical believers below were shouting his name, and Nanel, the goddess of wealth, was wearing the papal crown for him....

The corners of Archbishop Brandon's mouth involuntarily raised a smile, immersed in the illusory scene, I don't know how long later, he shivered, returned to consciousness, looked at the half-eaten sleepy toast in his hand, and suppressed the urge to continue eating.

"How?" The second prince Shukri looked at him expectantly: "Does it have an effect?" ”

"Well, it's genuine, there's no false publicity, and the effect is even better than I imagined." Archbishop Brandon gave a pertinent assessment: "It seems that Nicholas can indeed make potions, and he must have a potion recipe in his hands." ”

"Do you want to continue testing?"

Shukri looked at the 'Hercules' Stick' in a glass bottle, the liquid inside was crystal clear and glowing with eerie blue ripples, "Mr. Nicholas said that when you drink it, you can become infinitely powerful, like an ant that lifts an object many times heavier than itself.... The side effect is that the muscles will feel sore, and taking too much will even cause the muscles to break. ”

"There's no need to test, there's nothing to test here." Archbishop Brandon said, "Since Sleepy Toast and Mercury Blood are genuine, then Hercules' club should be fine." ”

"Indeed." Shukri nodded: "Archbishop, how do we win over Mr. Nicholas?" ”

"He is a businessman, a businessman pursues profits, in addition to the necessary benefits, if you want him to die for us, you need to use special means to force him to stand in our camp, how to do it, I want to think about it, Your Highness, you go back first."

"Okay."

Shukri stood up and was about to pack the box on the table when suddenly a thin palm reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"Toast stays, and you take the rest of the potions."

"Huh?!"