From the Dungeon, Slaughter the Demon Apostle

Most alchemists are actually as proud and conservative as magicians. They all have the habit of inheriting the same lineage. Among them, the alchemists with the highest qualifications are called title alchemists. Their existence is the real threat to magicians. Existence, they are generally veterans of the Alchemy Guild, have a high class status, and hold one or several technologies that can change the power structure, which is the focus of the major forces.

Only alchemists who are not well-known will often communicate with others, but their level is too low. In fact, in essence, they have not contributed much to alchemy.

Most of the remaining alchemists are registered in the Alchemy Guild, and then work for various family forces. Alchemy itself is a luxury behavior. Without the support of the nobles, it is basically difficult to achieve something.

There is also a kind of alchemist, they call themselves inheritors, this group of people is very special, they all have the same characteristics, they are all tired of the power struggle between the forces, they live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, they are all fighting for the cause of alchemy, in order to be like Like magicians, they use magic freely and work hard. Their alchemy is generally at the middle level, or reaches a bottleneck state. They need to communicate with people of the same level, so they form teams or strongholds to discuss and make progress together. Like Matthews stronghold.

But these so-called inheritors are not as selfless as they advertised. The relationship between each stronghold is very delicate. Although they are all alchemists, they may have different personalities or personal conflicts. They will never communicate with each other, even knowing that each other's technologies can complement each other, and they may also enter a new field, and they are unwilling to cooperate.

Most of the time, they keep their research content secret, and only show it off to others unless they have a particularly big breakthrough. From this perspective, they are more like a competitive relationship.

So Mo Ni is not worried at all that they will leak the news of getting the scales from Ling Fei, unless one of the strongholds took the lead in researching the artificial magic rune technology.

But even at that time, other strongholds will hide the fact that they bought the scales from Ling Fei and that they are also researching the same technology for the sake of face. Otherwise, it means that their skills are inferior to others. unbearable things.

From Mo Ni's point of view, the competitive spirit of these alchemists sometimes looks more like swallowing broken teeth in their stomachs for the sake of face, which is quite sad.

Sure enough, Lingfei's appearance was strongly welcomed by all the strongholds, and Lingfei also got the goodwill of all the alchemists. Lingfei and Mo Ni cooperated with each other, repeated their old tricks, and almost stole a fortune from nearly twenty strongholds. unimaginable wealth.

For Ling Fei and Mo Ni, this result was acceptable to both parties. Mo Ni got the mana recovery potion he wanted, and he could also see more than 20 jokes about alchemy strongholds. It can be said that there is no happier thing than this, even better than watching Ling Fei suffer.

But Ling Fei thought more about it. He knew that his unexpected behavior this time might be a spark that ignited. In the years to come, three years, five years, or ten years, or even longer One day, this Mars will definitely burn into a sea of ​​flames, and then completely sweep the entire continent, changing the future direction of Rhea Continent.

Or maybe Momo's science and technology will germinate faster than the seeds he sprinkled.

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If Sturt City is the fastest-growing economic port city in the Central Continent, then Popo City is the true commercial and trade mecca in the Central Continent, and it can be said that it is also the financial center of the entire Rhea Continent.

Of course, in addition to the relatively slow development of the western continent and the rapid development of the eastern continent, it is also directly related to the location.

Just imagine how much business can be done in a city that develops under the eyes of the ruler, and how much business can't be done.

Popo City does not have these worries. It can be said that under the obstruction of the Herder Desert and the huge ocean, the influence of the nine great apostles of the Rhea Continent on Popo City has been weakened to an extreme. The city lord and nobles seem to be very satisfied with the status quo of the prosperous Popo City, so Popo City has become an autonomous country that nominally belongs to the Nine Great Apostles, but is actually more like an autonomous country.

But there is one fact that all the nobles and city lords recognize, no matter how Popo City changes, they will never touch the bottom line of the apostles' desire to rule~www.readwn.com~ It is precisely because they are wise and always admit that it is for Ruled by the nine great apostles, their actions will be acquiesced.

"This is the legendary city that never sleeps, Bobo City?"

Two weather-beaten travelers stood outside the huge city gate full of vicissitudes and majesty, and one of them said with some emotion.

Looking at their appearance, they were covered in dust, obviously they came here in a hurry. The guards at the gate liked that the country bumpkins from other places looked at this building with a history of ten thousand years with almost pilgrimage eyes, as if they were also Same as being honored.

Another person who covered his face sarcastically said:

"Bump, what is this broken city gate? When you see the real city that never sleeps, will your jaw drop?"

After speaking, he took the lead in walking towards the city gate.

It turned out to be a woman. Judging from her tone, she seemed to know Popo City very well.

But the next moment, the passing crowd realized that she was just a country bumpkin, just bragging, she didn't even know the city tax, and she was ashamed to shout here, people's eyes were full of contempt and ridicule.

Two huge axes protruded from both sides, and they joined together in the air, making a dull metal clanging sound, blocking the woman's way forward.

The leader of the gatekeeper looked unhappy and scolded:

"Where did the country bumpkins come from, dare to go straight to the city without paying taxes, do you understand the rules?"

The woman asked in astonishment: "City tax? What is that? I have lived here for twenty years and have never paid it. When did this become a new rule?"

"Cut, you're still holding on. It's five thousand years of history, and you're saying that you didn't know it after living for twenty years?" Someone laughed softly.