Chapter 307 Do You Desire Power?

The alchemy market on the west side of Nolan, the upper floor of an alchemy store opened by Kelia Trading Company.

Fritter von Klia, he is the owner of Klia's firm, which owns a full fifty post stations in Norland.

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

And he and his nephew developed the magical magical machine "vehicle that can be driven by magic power", which opened up a new chapter for the future of Kelia Trading Company.

But today, Fleet swears that if he had a sword in his hand, no... an axe, he would definitely raise the ax and chop down the group of bastards in front of him.

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

Fleet tightly held the cane in his hand, his slightly old hand had bruised veins, and he stared at the group of people standing in front of him, one of whom was his nephew Luno.

"Uncle, you don't need to be so angry, you still have the right to produce magic vehicles." Lu Nuo tried to calm his anger.

"There are still?! But that's not the reason why you sold the ownership of the magical vehicles to these guys!"

Fleet raised his cane and pointed at the tall man standing beside his nephew. They came from another huge Nolan firm, Loraft!

All businessmen from all over the world have taken a fancy to the endless business opportunities in this bustling magic capital, but there are only three chambers of commerce that have really gained a foothold in this city.

The Kelia trading firm owned by Fritter has mastered Nolan's path, and the group of trading firms from the Frost Kingdom in front of them are more involved in the trade of raw crystals.

But in any case, they are commercial competitors.

Fleet has been fighting wits and courage with these old foxes from the ice field for more than 20 years. He originally wanted to rely on the patent right to produce magic vehicles 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 Fleet, you are too old, you should retire when you are old, why don't you just go back to your home country and buy a manor for retirement, and how about giving this business to your smart nephew to inherit?"

The negotiator of the Loraft Firm really looked like a fox, his long and narrow eyes were full of sarcasm, staring at Fleet, whose face was almost distorted due to too much anger.

"Even if I die, I won't pass on the business to this little traitor." Fleet took a deep breath, controlled his anger, and then said word by word, "Now please get out of my shop, here You stinky foxes are not welcome."

"It's no wonder that the products in Kelia's alchemy shop are not safe at all because of such rough treatment of customers." The fox-like person in charge waved his hand, and just before leaving, he left the last In one sentence, "Before you leave, I wish the raw spar in your store would not explode again. The last accident caused you to lose a lot of flame lizards, right?"

Hearing these words, Fleet seemed to understand something. His arm holding the cane could not help shaking, 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.

After they left, Fleet sat on a wooden chair with some weakness, and the crutches seemed to be unable to support his body at all.

"Servant! Bring me the strongest wine in the shop!"

He loudly ordered the trembling attendant beside him, and that attendant hurriedly took out a bottle of amber wine from the transparent glass cabinet behind him and put it in front of him.

Fleet didn't take the glass, and directly lifted the bottle of famous wine, which may be worth thousands of gold coins, and poured it down his throat in one gulp.

The burning sensation in his throat calmed the elderly gentleman, and he began to think about what to do next.

It has not been a year or two since Nolan's three commercial guilds have competed with each other. Although each guild has its own areas of strength, the guilds secretly hope to destroy each other.

Fleet has seen all the storms and waves for so many years, but the last hand was placed in the hands of his relatives!

Loraft Trading Company has now launched a full-scale attack on him. Some time ago, through various small means, it mixed low-quality goods into the alchemy shop he opened, which caused the reputation of the entire market to decline.

Now he has even obtained the production rights of the magic vehicle, which is the lifeblood of Fleet!

How to do? Publicize what those cunning foxes are doing? No……

Fleet thought of this and asked his attendant to take out a letter, which was sent to him by an owl last night.

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

Influenced by the missionaries of the Kingdom of the Holy Order, Fleet's initial impression of demons was still somewhere between 'monsters' and 'barbarians'.

But what the demon did after he came to Nolan made Fleet want to beat up those missionaries.

Movies, magic nets, Nolan's voice... No matter what kind of invention it is, they are all miracles no less than magic vehicles.

Fritter himself is also a fan of the movie, which also gave Fritter the idea of ​​​​acquiring the Bauhinia Theater and "the way movies are shot".

It's a pity that in the end he only reached a commercial partnership with the demon.

But ever since he went to the High School of Magic and listened to the 'programming' course told by that demon, he had never seen that demon again, except that the demon hoped to recommend a few newcomers to work in his alchemy workshop Other cooperation will gradually cease.

Fleet found the letter sent to him by the demon yesterday. Although Fleet is also using the magic net, a cross-age communication method, due to his age, he is more accustomed to using letters transmitted between owls. .

The content of the letter written by the devil is roughly equivalent to promoting...

If any believer in the Kingdom of the Holy Church saw this letter, they would definitely burn it in horror.

Because the content revealed in it is the same as 'Are you eager for power? The price is your soul. ’ This sentence is almost the same.

Only the price here is money.

"Make my products famous throughout Nolan?" Fleet took another sip of the spirit on hand.

Fleet would have scoffed at the letter if anyone else sent him it, but he believed the demon had the ability...

"Cooperating with the devil again? If the guys from the Kingdom of the Holy Order find out about this, I'm afraid they will send me to the execution ground."

Fleet drank the spirits on hand until there was no drop left, and then slammed the glass to the ground.

"But here's the fucking Nolan!"