Chapter 1098 20. Selling the comb to the elves
They put on a show at the beginning.
When I came, I showed the unfamiliarity and resistance of Liberty City, just to gain more leverage in the subsequent negotiations.
Olmedo thought to himself, who said that elves have no intentions?
Even if they are naturally no match for humans in terms of strategy, if you scale it up to the lifespan of an elf, hundreds of years of experience can still pile up horrific experiences.
Annan thought to himself, who said elves have no scheming intentions? An elf over a thousand years old actually pretended to be young and deceived her into favoring him. The hunter and the prey exchanged identities.
The elves walked on land when they came, and they were going to take a boat when they returned.
There were many ships docked in the port that would pass by Wilhelm. Annan chose a merchant ship with the best reputation and cooperation with Liberty City, and also arranged for the Liberty City fleet to escort it.
Theoretically, no one would attack the mission without opening their eyes, but who knows if anyone would want to fish in troubled waters.
Following the elf envoy to the port, Ellie waved her hand and Kelandra boarded the ship. When it was Fioriya's turn, she suddenly said:
"I have a question."
"Please tell me."
"You have accepted many nobles who have done bad things...how do you believe they will become good people?"
< br>Annan told a story: "One day, the wind and the sun made a bet to see who could take off the farmer's clothes. The wind started first. It blew strong, but the more it blew, the tighter the farmer wrapped his clothes. The wind failed and it was the sun's turn. It came out and after a while, the farmer took off his clothes."
"You want to say, you are the sun?"
"No, what I mean is that the environment will change a person. The poor boy in the slums steals and abducts. It's not that he likes to do it, but he can't live without it."
"The nobles want to do bad things because The environment they are in does not support them in doing good things.”
“What I can provide is to give everyone a chance to start over. That’s all.”
Who likes life except the Chaos camp. What about being insecure? Even the orcs, who are known as moral depressions, will stay in the tribe holding their wives and children when not fighting.
"I remember..."
Fioria boarded the ship, and Annan raised his head and watched the merchant ship slowly leave the port and disappear in the sparkling light while being escorted by the Scarlet Witch.
The elf envoys have left, but it’s not time to relax yet. The celebration will be in two months.
Facing this era of carnival in the entire continent of Allen, Annan hurriedly asked: "What is the Elf Calendar Celebration?"
Olmedo cannot do the important thing of alliance for Annan. She decided, so she called Annan to the office to gain relevant knowledge.
The Elven Calendar celebrates once every thousand years... The last time was a thousand years ago... At that time, humans had just finished fighting the racial war and had not yet touched the chaos outside Wilhelm.
So there are only some relevant knowledge recorded in ancient countries and families. Many countries, let alone participating and knowing about it, are not even qualified to survive until the celebration begins. Annan's participation was a blessing from the alliance.
At that time, representatives of the major races will come to the Elven Court.
Annan suddenly realized that this was a good opportunity to spread business to Wilhelm and other races.
"How many specialty products do we have?"
"I haven't finished yet..."
Forget it, it’s probably enough to introduce it once, and trade is indeed important.
"Brass, fast cloth, glasses, wheelchairs, magic guns, artillery..." Olmedo counted the inventions over the years.
Bra? Not very suitable for elves. When did you hear that elves have fat people?
Fast clothes are even more inappropriate. Elves like to use leaves and bark as dresses. Mage robes are also made of silk and animal skin, and they will not buy such cheap fabrics. Elves don't need glasses or wheelchairs. As for magic guns... for elves, nine out of ten are rangers, this is heresy!
After thinking about it for a while, there seems to be nothing that can be obtained... Fortunately, if the elves are not interested, they can sell it to other forces and other races.
“Have you heard that story? A businessman wants to hand over his family property to his son who has the most business acumen.”
“Give them money and let them fill empty rooms?”
"Not this, another businessman. He came to the monastery with his two sons, gave the sons a comb, and asked them to sell it to the monks. Whoever sells it will inherit the family property."
Olmedo had never heard of it and asked with interest: "What then?"
"The eldest son found the monk with a comb, because the monk had no hair, and he couldn't sell it despite all his efforts. When it was the younger son's turn, he said to a young monk, you have been away from home for so long, and the people in your family are I must miss you very much. Do you want to buy this comb and send it to your home? The monk thought about it, bought the comb, and asked his younger son to help send it with some extra money."
"Ordinary businessman. By selling products to those who need them, real businessmen create demand."
Olmedo thought thoughtfully: "So the way to sell magic guns is to create war..."
"How can you think so? This is too extreme!" Annan accused from the moral high ground, "There are other races in the celebration. We can sell glasses to half-length spiders, bras to pigmen, fast cloth Sell it to the goblins, sell the wheelchair to... to..."
"Break whose leg and then sell him?" Olmedo said deliberately.
"Oh, sell it to the sea tribe!" Annan became more and more excited as he talked: "We can also make customized models according to different races."
Olmedo thought it was difficult to sell, but he gave it a try without spending any money. money.
"By the way, Master Dumbledore has been tinkering with the Knight Golem recently. It should be almost finished. I'll go take a look!" Annan said as he walked outside the door. When Olmedo reacted, he suddenly The hurried steps have disappeared outside the corridor.
......
At least Annan who escaped did not lie. He did go to the Mushroom House to find Master Dumbledore.
The Elf Mission is gone, but the greenery is still on the roadside and in front of the windows of every house. Young men and women take a leisurely stroll in front of flowers and plants. It doesn't seem like a waste of tax dollars.
"Lord Annan!"
The guard in front of the mushroom house raised his chest and raised his head.
Annan nodded and walked into the mushroom house.
Passing by Michael's alchemy room, Annan deliberately stared at Michael for a long time with a look that hated iron but failed to turn into steel. When he felt uncomfortable and wanted to speak, he disappeared out the door.
Dumbledore was not in the alchemy room, and Annan found him in the laboratory.
He stood in front of the knight golem with his head lowered and powerless, as if he was deep in thought.
“Why do you think the Knight Golem is so big?” Annan walked aside in confusion.
Compared with the last time, the angle at which he has to raise his head is a few more degrees... It can't be that he has become shorter, right?
“I installed some additional modules, but the internal space is not enough, so I can only make it bigger. The height of the Knight Golem Type 1 experimental body is now 3.2 meters.”
"Your idea is similar to Martin's."
"Martin?"
"When he learned to make apple pie, if there was too much flour, he would add water, if there was too much water, he would add flour, and finally he would make a ten Double-sized apple pie."
"That must be delicious," Master Dumbledore said following Annan's topic.
“It’s completely inedible. When I took it out of the oven, it was carbonized on the outside but still raw on the inside.”
(End of this chapter)