Magical energy and machinery are intertwined, "It's beautiful!"

After the defection of the three archmages, Marcus, who had been promoted to the first person in the Mor Commercial Federation Mage Association, stroked the machine in front of him, as if he was caressing his lover's bare skin, and looked at this 'advanced machine' full of metallic texture with his eyes in confusion, and every rune engraved on the surface seemed to contain some kind of wonderful charm.

Marcus pressed the tip of his nose against the machine's surface, sniffing at the odorless surface of the Potions Furnace, and if it weren't for the concern for others, he might have stuck out his tongue to lick it.

"Can you research the relevant technology?" asked the aristocratic official standing on the sidelines.

Marcus glared at him in displeasure before turning back, intoxicated by the beauty of the 'Magical Machine'.

"Actually, the technology of the machine itself doesn't matter!"

Closing his eyes, Marcus used his hands to sense the coldness and mystery of the machine in front of him, and he laughed contemptuously: "Only you will care about these things, but I don't know that from the beginning, the head maid didn't plan to guard against anything!"

Taking a breath, Marcus slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand and tapped on the shell of the potions furnace, and continued to sarcastically: "There is no 'magic lock' in this, and this potions furnace has just been delivered, do you know what this means?" This means that the maker has no defense against the user, in short, we can disassemble and study it in any way, and since the technology used in the Potions Forge is not particularly high-end, if I had studied it myself, I might have been able to replicate an identical Potions Forge in a month......"

Hearing this, the aristocratic official's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but urge: "Then you-"

"Shut up!"

Marcus shouted angrily, pointed at the noble official's nose and shouted, "Don't you hear what I'm trying to say? It's just you who are narrow-minded, and the head maid didn't intend to keep the technology of the potion furnace secret from the beginning, even if the Mor Federation is an enemy of the Duchy of Sorrow, she is willing to sell this machine to us! I said so much, don't you understand? The head maid, she's spreading this technology to the whole world, understand?!"

"Besides......" Marcus took a deep breath and looked at the aristocratic official with disdain, tired of explaining the problem to this group of Muggles who had no knowledge of it.

Marcus snorted coldly: "You can only produce it if you have a 'recipe', the manufacturing technology of the Potions Forge is not a terrible technology, the important thing is the 'recipe' required to produce potions with the Potions Furnace." Every potion recipe has been honed over time, and adding one or less may produce an unknown reaction, do you really think that you can just increase the materials required for the potion according to the proportion?

Hearing this, the aristocratic official's face changed, and he was secretly annoyed in his heart, but in an instant, he thought of the identity of the mage in front of him, and he had to swallow this breath.

After taking a few deep breaths, the noble official asked respectfully with an ugly face, "So, Master Marcus, can you research the potion recipe needed for the Potions Furnace?"

"I can!"

Marcus's answer made the noble official's face happy, but then Marcus snorted coldly: "But I don't have time to study these things, as long as I study them according to the nature of the original potion formula, even apprentices can study this kind of thing, and it would be a waste of time for me to study this kind of thing!"

"But, but ......"

The aristocratic officials opened their mouths in a panic, but could not utter a word.

He didn't know how to convince the mage in front of him to study the potion recipe.

He...... No, no, no, the Federation is in dire need of money!

A nobleman of the Federation and a merchant at the same time, the Kurkut Empire and the Duchy of Screaming Wind are rapidly seizing the market, and according to some sources, the Kingdom of Kolo may soon join the ranks.

The potions they produce are stable and effective, and their prices are relatively low, making them popular with the general public.

Not to mention the high-risk professions of adventurers and mercenaries, even some armies are trying to start procuring these potions.

If they move a little slower, when the market is divided, all they can get is some 'black market channels' that are not very valuable and no one likes to touch."

It used to be 'fame', now it's 'brand' - they, the merchant aristocracy of the Mor Mercantile Federation, have long been aware of the horror of this kind of thing, so they try to prevent others from gaining a better reputation than them.

Because the competitiveness of the two sides is not on the same plane at all, even if they use some indiscriminate means, they may not be able to seize the market.

The aristocratic official's mind was full of thoughts, and he barely squeezed out a smile, and asked in a low voice, "Master Marcus, if you want someone else to study the potion formula, I don't know how long it will take?"

However, it was this sentence that made Marcus smile even more sarcastically.

"You really don't understand anything...... Marcus sighed in a low voice, suddenly feeling sad for what the head maid had done, "your eyes are all business, you held me high when you invited me here, and then after those three guys came, my status began to decline, and then those three guys defected, and you seemed to see me again...... Why do you think that?"

The corners of the aristocratic official's mouth twitched a few times, shouldn't their grandfather be blamed for this?How could they possibly know what was going on!

These short-sighted, narrow-minded guys will never understand!

There was a slight look of disgust in Marcus' eyes, and then he turned his head away from the noble official.

"If you really want to compete, then what you need to do now is to prepare the money and manpower to develop potions that have not yet been mass-produced. Marcus whispered.

The aristocratic official's eyes widened, "But ......"

"No, but!" A wave of anger suddenly surged up from nowhere in his heart, Marcus turned his head and pointed at the noble official's nose and scolded: "Do you really think everyone is you? Also, don't interrupt me before I finish speaking! If you want to make money now, contact the Duchy of Sorrow, they will definitely sell the formula! Got it? Idiot!"

The aristocratic officials clenched their fists and gritted their teeth.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't offend the person in front of him, and he couldn't beat him, he would definitely do it! This was the second time he had been scolded as a 'fool', how could this old man insult a nobleman like this!

Marcus looked at the aristocratic official's expression and sneered.

Anyway, he was sure that this guy must not have heard his previous words in his ears, and must have only heard the last word.

But whatever, no matter how much damage the Federation incurs as a result, it doesn't have much to do with him, and that group of nobles is counting on him now, can they still cure him?

It was only after the aristocratic official left angrily that the atmosphere in the room eased.

Marcus looked left and right, and found that the mages in the guild had only now relaxed, and shook his head, a little disappointed.

But now is not the time to pay attention to this, this big baby-

"Boys, get moving! Check it out, set up the potions furnace, and get back to our research!"

Marcus shouted with a waving arm, he didn't want to be here for a moment now.

It's boring, just like that group of noble officials, if it weren't for the money, he wouldn't have joined this guild.

However, thinking of the performance of that group of nobles, Marcus was already thinking about whether to leave this guild.

If things are really as he speculated, then the country is almost finished—not a 'finish' on a practical level, but a commercial federation that is about to withdraw from the main stage of the continent and become a supporting actor.

In this age of shining stars, other countries have wise enough rulers, but the rulers of this federation are like a herd of pigs...... No, it's not even as good as a pig! Now there's evidence that pigs are actually quite smart......

Anyway, it won't be long before the country is really going to end!(https:)

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