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

Frit von Kleia, the owner of the Kelia business, which has a full 50 stations in Nolan.

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

The magical magical machinery that he and his nephew developed the ‘magic-driven vehicle’ has opened up a whole new chapter for the future of Kelia’s business.

But just today, Fryt vowed that if he had a sword in his hand, not an axe, he would have to raise his axe and cut the **** in front of him.

"Ronol! You little bastard, do you know what you did?"

Fryt clasped his cane in his hand, and the old hand was already violent, 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 cars on your hands." Luno tried to calm his anger.

“Still?! But this is not the reason you sold the ownership of the magic car to these guys!”

Frytt raised his cane and pointed at the tall man standing beside his nephew. They came from another large-scale business in Nolan, Lolavt!

All the merchants in the world have taken advantage of the endless business opportunities in this bustling magical capital, but there are only three chambers of commerce that really stand in the city.

All of the Krya firms in Freet have mastered the road of Nolan, and the business of the group of people from the frosty country is more than the original spar trade.

But in any case, they are all commercial competitors.

Fryt fought with these old foxes from the ice field for more than 20 years, and wanted to rely on the patent of the magic car to wash the entire Nolan capital market.

But I didn't expect his stupid nephew to sell a portion of his production rights to his old rival.

"Dear Fry, you are too old. If you are old, you should retire. You will simply go back to your home country to buy a manor for the elderly. How will this Chamber of Commerce give you this clever scorpion to inherit?"

The negotiator of the Lolaft business is really like a fox. His narrow eyes are full of irony, staring at Fryt, who is too angry and has a face that is almost distorted.

"I will not give the business to this little traitor if I die." Fryte took a deep breath and took control of his angry emotions, then said in a word, "Now please get out of my store, here. I don't welcome these stinky foxes."

“It’s no wonder that the guests are so rude, it’s no wonder that the goods in the alchemy store in Kelia are not safe at all.” The fox-like leader waved his hand and left the last before leaving. In a word, "I wish the original spar in your store not to explode again before leaving. Did you lose a lot of flame lizards in the last accident?"

Fryt, who heard this sentence, seemed to understand something. He couldn't help but tremble with the arm of his cane, but he could only stare at the group of merchants and walked down the alchemy store and disappeared at the end of the ladder.

When they left, Frye was sitting on a wooden chair with some weakness, and the cane seemed to be unable to support his body.

"Attendant! Give me the strongest wine in the store!"

He screamed loudly at the side of the shivering waiter, who was hurriedly took a bottle of amber wine in the transparent glass cabinet behind him and placed it in front of him.

Fryt didn't take the cup and lifted the bottle of famous wine, which might be worth thousands of gold coins, into the throat.

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

It is not a matter of one or two years for the three business guilds of Nolan to compete with each other. Although each guild has its own advantageous field, there is a secret between the guilds that they hope to screw up each other.

Frye has seen the winds and waves of so many years, but the last hand is in the hands of his loved ones!

The Lolafit firm has now launched a full-scale attack on him. Some time ago, through various means, the inferior goods were mixed into the alchemy store he opened, which led to the decline of the reputation of the whole market.

Now I have the right to produce the magic car, which is the lifeblood of Frit!

How to do? What are the actions of the foxes that are open? Do not……

Fryt thought of sending a letter to his attendant, which was sent to him by an owl last night.

The name of the sender is Joshua Yanorode, and at the same time... his identity is also a demon!

Influenced by the missionaries of the sacred country, Frit's impression of the devil at the beginning still lingered between the impressions of 'monsters' and 'barbarians'.

But what the devil came to after Nolan, let Frit want to smother the missionaries.

The movie, the magic net, the voice of Nolan... No matter which kind of invention, it is no less than the miracle of the magic car.

Fryt himself is also a fan of "This demon is not too cold", which also gives Fryt the idea of ​​acquiring the White Jinghua Theater and the "filming method".

Unfortunately, in the end he only reached a commercial partnership with the demon.

Since he went to the High School of Magic, after listening to the 'programming' course taught by the demon, he never saw the demon again, except that the devil wanted to recommend several new people to work in his alchemy workshop. Other than that, other cooperation will gradually stop.

Frytt pulled out the letter that the demon sent him yesterday. Although Fleet is also using the magical network as an inter-generational communication method, he is more accustomed to using letters transmitted between owls because of his age. .

The content of the letter written by this demon is roughly equivalent to sales...

If any believer in the kingdom of the Holy Spirit sees this letter, he will burn it in horror.

Because what is revealed inside and ‘are you eager to get strength? The price is your soul. 'This sentence is almost the same.

Only the price here is money.

“Let my products be famous throughout Nolan?” Fryt once again poured a handful of spirits.

If someone else sent him this letter, Fryte would sneer, but he believed that the demon had this ability...

"Working with the devil again? If this is known to the guys in the holy world, I am afraid I will be sent to the fire."

Fryt's hand-picked spirits drank a drop at a time, then slammed the glass to the ground.

"But here his mother is Nolan!"