Cultural Invasion In Different World - Chapter 309

[Chapter 307 Do You Want Power?]

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

Frit von Kleia, the owner of the Kleia firm, which had fifty inns in Nolan.

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

And he and his nephew developed the magical magical machine, the ‘vehicle that can be driven by magic’, which has opened up a new chapter for the future of Keria.

But just today, Fritt swore that if he had a sword in his hand, no… an axe, he would definitely lift it up and cut down the bunch of bastards in front of him.

“Runo! You little bastard, do you know what you have done?”

Fritt clenched the cane in his hand, his slightly old hand was already full of blue veins, and he stared at the man standing in front of him. One of those people was his nephew, Runo.

“Uncle, you don’t need to be so angry, you still have the right to produce the magic car.” Luno tried to calm his anger.

“Still?! But that’s not the reason you sold the title to these guys!”

Fritt raised his cane and pointed at the tall man standing beside his nephew, who was from Noah. Another huge firm, Loraft!

All the businessmen in the world have taken a fancy to the endless business opportunities in this prosperous magic capital, but only three chambers of commerce have really established a firm foothold in this city.

All the Klia firms in Fleet have mastered Nolan’s path, and the group of firms from the Land of Frost in front of them are more involved in the original spar trade.

But in any case, they are competitors in business.

Fritt has been fighting wits and courage with these old foxes from the icefield for more than 20 years. He wanted to use the patent right to produce the magic 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 to retire. Why

don’t you just go back to your home country to buy a manor for retirement, and give this business to your smart nephew to inherit?” The

negotiator really looks like a fox,

his narrow eyes are full of irony, staring at Friet, whose face is almost twisted because of too much anger.

“Even if I die, I won’t pass the business to this little traitor.” Fritt took a deep breath, controlled his anger, and said word by word, “Now please get out of my store, here You stinky foxes are not welcome.”

“Treat customers so rudely, no wonder there are rumors on the streets that the goods in Klia’s alchemy shop are not safe at all.” The fox-like person in charge waved his hand. , just before leaving, he left a last sentence, “I wish the original spar in your store not to explode again before leaving. The last accident caused you to lose a lot of flame lizards, right?

” Ritter seemed to understand something. His arm holding the cane couldn’t help trembling, but he could only stare at the group of merchants as they walked down the alchemy store and disappeared at the end of the stairs.

After they left, Fritt sat weakly on a wooden chair, and the crutches seemed unable to support his body at all.

“Servant! Bring me the strongest wine in the store!”

He loudly ordered the shivering attendant next to him. The attendant hurriedly took out a bottle of amber from the transparent glass cabinet behind him. The drink was placed in front of him.

Fritt didn’t take the cup, he directly lifted the bottle of famous wine, which may be worth thousands of gold coins, and poured it down his throat.

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

It is not a matter of a year or two for Nolan’s three commercial guilds to compete with each other. Although each guild has its own areas of advantage, the guilds secretly hope to defeat each other.

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

The Loraft Firm has now launched an all-out attack on him. Some time ago, through various small means, he mixed inferior goods into the alchemy store he opened, which led to a decline in the reputation of the entire market.

Now he has obtained the production rights of the magic car, which is the lifeblood of Fritt!

How to do?

Exposing what those sly foxes did?

No…

Fritt thought of this and asked his squire to take out a letter that an owl had sent to him last night.

The sender’s name is Joshua Arnorrod, and at the same time… he is also a demon!

Influenced by the missionaries of the Holy Land, Friet’s impression of demons was still between ‘monster’ and ‘barbarian’ at first.

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

Movies, magic nets, Nolan’s voice… No matter what kind of invention it is, they are all miracles no less than the magic car.

Fritt himself is also a fan of the film, which also gave Fritt the idea of acquiring the White Thorns Theatre and ‘the filming method’.

Unfortunately, he ended up only reaching a business partnership with the demon.

But since he went to that high magic academy and listened to the ‘programming’ course taught by the demon, he never saw the demon again, except that the demon wanted to recommend a few new people to work in his alchemy workshop. In addition, other cooperation gradually ceased.

Fleet dug out the letter sent to him by the demon yesterday. Although Fleet is also using the magic net, which is an inter-era communication method, due to his age, he is more accustomed to using letters transmitted between owls. .

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The content of the letter written by the devil is roughly equivalent to a sales pitch…

If any believer in the Holy Kingdom sees this letter, they will surely burn it in horror.

Because what is revealed in it is related to ‘Do you desire power?

The price is your soul.

‘ This sentence is almost the same.

Only the price here is money.

“Make my products famous in the whole of Nolan?” Freet once again took a sip of the spirits at hand.

If someone else sent him this letter, Fritt would have scoffed, but he believed that the demon had the ability…

“Working with the demon again? If those guys from the Holy Land find out about this, I’m afraid they will slap me. Send it to the stake.”

Fritt drank all the spirits in his hand to the ground, and then slammed the glass to the ground.

“But here’s the fucking Nolan!”

[End of this Chapter]