The mage is a noble and proud profession, and this class is contagious to almost all legal professions. They are so noble and proud that they don't want to walk when they go out (on magic carpets, broomsticks, teleportation arrays, etc.), have different pets (black cats, owls, etc.), and even spend different money than others - they rarely buy in gold, but in standard quality magic gems as currency.

But there is another characteristic, which is that the legal professions are a bit pampered. They are obsessed with studying knowledge and searching for truth, but they are often too lazy (perhaps not at all) to take care of themselves. Young legal professionals often use [magic tricks] to make small tricks, such as making clothes clean and turning up the temperature in the vicinity, making [magic tricks] a favorite of lazy people. However, the old-school legal professionals pursued the pie and signed a contract with the little devil from hell, and they had the right to serve the little devil. In contract science, this kind of little devil who is destined to work for a lifetime is called "demon messenger".

As scholars and magicians delved into the science of contract, there were many more options and additional rules for magic contracts, so that the object of the contract was not necessarily a demon. As a result, the definition of the demon was expanded to include "an enslaved messenger who is willing to work in exchange for shelter and has the ability to think independently."

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Through the Silent Raven and Blood Elf Intelligence Network, Brian was the first to learn the details of the transaction with Bigbower. Although Clavisol said that she would make money this time, Brian was disappointed.

Indeed, there is a difference between the external price of the commodity and the cost (production cost, transportation cost), which is the net profit. Clavisoll felt that even if each piece of armament was reduced by one or two hundred gold coins, there would still be a profit, but she didn't know how much the cost would increase. Brian obeyed His Majesty's orders and purchased a large amount of ore, which led to a rise in ore prices and further compressed profit margins. After actual calculations, the Dusk Empire only earned less than 200,000 gold coins in the first trade, and even a small trading house could handle more than this amount of cash every day. Can national trade be compared with commercial trade?

But this is only the first time to trade, and the contract period is three months. Within three months, will there be another sidewalk, causing prices to rise and fall? The handicraft workshop is producing "broken silver" all the time, and has expanded its manpower several times, and the warehouse has now accumulated nearly 100,000 armaments. Once the armaments in stock are sold cheaply, they may lose all the money they have made before.

Stop!

Brian thought about the word over and over again, as if a god had told him to do so. It wasn't a god, of course, but the intellect he relied on the most. Any sane person will stop production at a moment when the future is uncertain, reducing unnecessary losses, that is, "stop loss".

But His Majesty values this business very much. His Majesty is ambitious and hopes to use this arms trade as an opportunity to rapidly develop the economy. Contrary to his advice, Brian can't sweep away His Majesty's happiness, and it is counterproductive. He just wanted to wait for His Majesty to encounter a setback before he came forward to point out the crux of the problem, so that His Majesty could learn a lesson. His Majesty is still very young, and grinding is essential.

"I'm back!" Suddenly, His Majesty's familiar wavelength came from the air. Did he end his foreign trip? With that in mind, Brian left the Joint Research Center and went to greet him.

His Majesty came back in the "Fermat Airship", and only the chief Jon accompanied him, presumably the knight of Nave and the Iron Rider of the clouds returned to the "City of Contradictions" to continue training.

"Your Majesty, you're back."

Qingyi stepped out of the airship and looked at Brian: "Aren't you doing research?" Go back, every minute you waste will cost us a lot, hehe. ”

"I have come to greet you and to report to you the results of your first trade with Bigbower."

Qingyi sighed: "You don't have to report that kind of trivial matter, right?" ”

"It's not a trivial matter." Brian said.

"Okay, you can say it. Let's talk as we go, without delaying time. ”

"This time, 30,000 pieces of the 'broken silver' set were sold. The net profit of the set is 1,000,500 gold, for a total of 45,000,000 gold. Bigbower bought it with 10 million Treasury bonds. ”

"So little? It's not as profitable as a small chamber of commerce. Qingyi frowned. Compared with the period when it was not in line with international standards, 45 million gold coins is a lot, but now the loan amount is also comparable, and after hedging, it will earn more than 100,000 gold coins at most. "Put the money into the market and keep buying ore."

Brian shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, don't expand production anymore, if you encounter other countries maliciously suppressing prices, your loss will be too great." It's still too late to stop your loss. ”

"There's always a risk in making money." Qingyi didn't care.

"No way!" For the first time, Brian seemed to be so decisive, and seemed a little angry: "You are carried away, if you had before, you would definitely follow my advice!" ”

Qingyi's eyes were a little complicated: "I insist on doing this." ”

Brian observed him for a while before he sighed, "Your Majesty, can you tell me why?" ”

"Of course you can ......" Qingyi handed Brian a piece of letter with a sincere look in his eyes: "You are very smart, I can only rest assured that you can handle this matter." ”

Brian quickly read it and handed the letter back. He was still calm, and he didn't even jump much in his eyes: "I see, I completely understand." Rest assured, I'll do it well. ”

Qingyi burned the letter paper and patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Only you and I know about this plan." If it does, there will be no more shadows above our Twilight Empire. Alright, let's talk about something else, talk to me about the Soul Fire Demon. What's the deal with artificial life? ”

"Your Majesty, do you know how life comes about?"

"Created by the gods?" After Qingyi finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing.

"Ahem!" Brian didn't find it funny at all, but continued: "Billions of years ago, there was a lot of organic matter in the primordial ocean, and it gradually evolved into proteins, biological macromolecules, and then formed aggregates. One day, the aggregate becomes a bacterium, which is the first organism – a single-celled organism. Life comes into existence from nothing, which is the great power of nature, which cannot be done by human beings. ”

"And then?"

"Strom has long ago put countless 'soul gems' into the cauldron to make a huge reactor for experiments on artificial life. He insulates himself from outside distractions and creates a stable, enclosed environment. From time to time, however, he used various methods to bombard the gem mountain, either by applying pressure, or by using an electric current ......"

Speaking of this, Brian changed his words: "Domestic artificial life technology has been improving. The necromantic chimera is the crudest, because it has no personality of its own, just a patchwork of them; Then there is the perfect 'embryo body', but unfortunately it is just a transformation of a necromantic creature with a soul and a body, which is not a real creation; Finally, the Soul Fire made the demon the pinnacle of our technology - from a pile of pure soul gems to elemental creatures. If we use the analogy of living beings, it is the biological macromolecules that form aggregates and finally become single-celled organisms! ”

Speaking of this, Brian, who has always been steady, was also a little excited.

"What are its properties?" Qingyi was not very interested in these, and as the head of state, he valued the benefits of the technology more.

Brian couldn't help but look at His Majesty with helpless eyes, opened his mouth, and seemed to want to say something, but still couldn't say it. He took out a document: "This is the attribute I have seen with [Fine Identification], please take a look." ”

Qingyi glanced twice, and gradually showed surprise: "I recruited a boss?" ”

The [Necromancy Nexus Command] enables the soul fire to connect the demonic energy with the soul fire in the city, and the [Soul Network] is the embodiment of this connection, and [Teleportation] and [Soul Eye] are added! What does this mean? Soul Fire allows demons to appear where there is a soul fire at any time to spy on anyone suspicious, and there are more soul fires in Necronomicon Paradise than ghosts! It has the same function as the Mother of Necromancy, the Mother of Darkness! Although the amount of information detected may be smaller than that of the Black Mother, with the [Teleportation] move, it will not be as easy to be poisoned as the Black Mother! Although the name is the Demon (which is the beautiful original intention of Strunm), the potential of the Soul Fire Demon is simply worthy of the name "Great Demon King"!

"Hahaha, my city monitoring system has been established again!" Qingyi immediately turned his head and asked Brian, "Where is it now?" ”

"I don't know, it's so moving, we can't catch it by all means."

"Then I'll come. It's been too long to sit in the car, and it's time to loosen your muscles-"

Qing Yi smiled, and as soon as he opened the [Soul Force Field], a blue fireball swooped to his side, and it turned out to be a soul fire demon. This little thing slammed into Qingyi's arms, making him a little surprised: "Huh? What's going on? I didn't look for you, why did you come here on your own? ”

Brian said, "The Soul Fire Demon likes to be close to people with strong souls, so it's not surprising to get close to you directly-"

"No, there's a problem!" Feeling that the little guy in his arms was trembling violently, Qingyi frowned and looked at the corner of the soul force field. His soul wavelength pierced back and forth there a few times, completely undetectable to any physical existence, but he just didn't feel right. There was something standing there, somewhere between "being" and "nothing", not ghosts, not zombies and skeletons, not living people...... What is it? He understood in a flash, and said loudly: "Your Excellency wants to hurt my subordinates? ”

No one responded.

Qingyi summoned a Skyweb spider, rushed there, and began to check for clues. No footprints, no hair, no residual wavelengths, it's pretty clean here. He summoned a few more of his passers-by, one of whom said he vaguely saw a figure wandering, but the others did not see it.

"It was Your Excellency who killed Wumu, right! Your Excellency has not made a soul pact with me, because I believe that no one among my subordinates will harm my colleagues! Qingyi shouted, and the wavelength traveled far away.

Still no one responded.

After a while, Xue Duocai said, "Host, that person has already left." ”

"You know, Xue Duo, that man must still be in the 'City of Waiting', waiting for the best time. For the sake of Wumu, I will find out about him. Qingyi held the soul fire demon with a calm expression.

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(I recommend "Global Evolution", the story style is different from mine, trying to erase the existence of the characters, and writing around the plot and background)