Chapter 50: Ophelia's Ambition

Ten minutes later, Ansetus tapped the table with his right knuckle rhythmically.

Ophelia knew that this was a habitual action that her father had from time to time when he was thinking.

The sun was rising, and the sunlight of the white flowers was shining on the table.

It's the softest time of the day.

In a few more hours, when the sun rises and the light becomes strange and changeable.

"Honey..."

"Are you sure that so-called 'mysterious alchemist' is reliable?"

Ansetus' shrewd eyes shone with questioning.

Ophelia's answer to this question is simple.

"Goods before money."

Those four words were enough to dispel his doubts.

As long as the other party can get the real thing, all the problems are no longer a problem.

"What about our profits?"

He then asked the next question.

In this regard, Ophelia has also been prepared, and Chen Xuan has communicated with her in advance about the relevant information.

"Take five out of a hundred."

"Devil's Tears need to be sold by us."

"This is a killer item to deal with monsters, so you don't have to worry about saturation at all."

"Aluminium is a casting material, so it needs to be sharpened and carved into beautiful tableware and crafts."

"Considering the luxury positioning of aluminum tableware, it cannot be sold in large quantities in a short period of time in the same region."

"Otherwise, it will affect its price, but you can choose to sell it to cross-regional tour operators."

"Naroa is big enough..."

"There are only these two types of fist commodities at present, and the rest can only be regarded as additions."

Listening to her words, Ansetus fell silent again.

In fact, he was also a little entangled.

Reason told him that this kind of thing was a bit of nonsense.

Demon Tears are in short supply everywhere, and there are only a few mining areas in the Kingdom of Duroa that can produce the Dark Scarlet Sand, the raw material of Demon Tears, which is controlled by the Royal Alchemy Society.

But because the Demon Tears are really life-saving items, second-tier dealers emerge in endlessly.

Many traveling merchants snapped up Demon Tears from the Alchemy Society branch in the giant city, and then sold them to the towns under their jurisdiction at a higher price.

There are basically no hidden dangers in sales, but you need to pay attention to the way.

It's a bit of a hassle, but it's not a big hassle.

Aluminum products are promoted to luxury goods because of the comparison between nobles and the high cost of refining.

A few sets of aluminum cutlery and carvings were enough for a certain nobleman to show off for a while.

In fact, the magic guide of aluminum is not very strong.

But whether it is aluminum or magic tears, as long as they are operated properly, there are huge profits hidden in them.

Ansetus could hardly believe that in the corner of the kingdom of Magdam City, there was a mysterious alchemist carrying a large number of demon tears.

And I just found my daughter!

Still, he decided to give Ophelia a chance.

Instead of indulging in domesticating monsters and monsters, and messing with low-level adventurers, Ansetus was glad that she was interested in business.

Even if it's just a hoax this time.

So after a short period of thought, he nodded.

Ansetus opened the desk drawer and found a pale silver daffodil emblem.

"With the colchicum insignia, the caravan of the Western Side will be at your disposal."

"Take care of your own profits, I hope you can lead the caravan in the Western District to surpass the caravan in the southern district led by your brother."

"My dear..., my father will always be your dependent."

Ophelia bowed slightly.

She took the emblem with both hands and left the study.

Ansetus didn't ask, nor did he emphasize anything, as long as the caravan in the West District saw the goods, there would naturally be professionals in charge of alchemy commodities to report the results to him.

Whether it's a joke or an opportunity, he is willing to give his daughter a chance.

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Ophelia hurried back to her small courtyard.

In the courtyard, there are many black iron cages blessed with strong runes.

Among them are many black iron-level demonic beasts.

In addition, an underground chamber was built under her living room, which was specially used to raise monsters.

In fact, Ophelia's true combat power does not depend on her superb bow skills.

Although the power of the arrows blessed with the magic element is amazing,

But the large number of demonic beasts and monsters she has tamed in the past two years are even more powerful.

It is no exaggeration to say that if you take them all out, it will not be a problem to overthrow a team of black iron-level mercenaries.

But before she could enter the courtyard, she saw an uninvited guest at the door.

"Dear sister..."

The other party has equally beautiful chestnut hair, looks handsome and young, and wears a fine brocade robe.

Not only is there a Mithril ornament on it, but it is also outlined with faint dark gold lines.

He leaned casually against the whitewashed wooden door with his hands in his arms and took the initiative to say hello.

Ophelia made no secret of the disgust in her eyes.

This man is her half-brother, Harward Axol!

There had been covetous thoughts about her more than once.

If it weren't for the fact that she had been getting along with monsters and monsters all year round, and that she could let dogs bite people in minutes, I am afraid that she would have fallen under Harward's tricks a long time ago.

"Ah, sister, please don't stare at me like that, or my brother won't be able to sleep."

He met Ophelia's stern gaze and said in a frivolous tone.

"Fuck off."

"Or I'll let the bear goblin fuck your ass hard!"

Due to her frequent dealings with adventurers, Ophelia can speak foul language without hindrance.

"Whoa..."

"Dear sister, it's rare to see you go to your father early in the morning."

"What's wrong?"

"Don't you have the money to continue playing with your 'pets'?"

"You can come to your brother and me, after all, I am in control of the Southern District caravan."

"As long as you're willing to communicate well with your brother..."

As he spoke, Harward straightened up and made a lewd motion.

In the face of his teasing, Ophelia waved the narcissus emblem in her hand.

"Damn Harward, soon you'll be crying."

"I'm going to prove who the best new generation of the Axor family is."

"Also, if you don't restrain your filth, I promise to break your third leg..."

"When the time comes, even your cousin mother won't be able to protect you..."

Ophelia said in a stern tone.

In terms of actual combat ability, she can press Harward to the ground and rub it.

If Harward is a complete, then Ophelia is a half-elf lady with a mixed temperament.

"Hmph, you've got the badge too."

"My father was always partial..."

"We'll see, my dear sister!"

He gritted his teeth and turned away from Ophelia's yard.

None of the servants and gardeners in the vicinity dared to speak.

Looking at Harward's back as he left, her gaze deepened.

Contracts are not only shackles, they can also be opportunities.

She has already seen the mysterious power and origin that Chen Xuan has, and maybe it can really lead her to a subversive career!

Soon after, Ophelia called for a butler who was dedicated to serving her.

"Waiting for your orders, Miss."

"Send me the few things I had prepared on a moonlit night."

"Also, let the carport prepare the car immediately, I'm going to go to the West End now..."

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