Alien world

Chapter 1098 20. Selling the comb to the elves

They started off by putting on a show.

When they came, they showed unfamiliarity and resistance to Liberty City just to have more bargaining chips in the subsequent negotiations.

Olmedo thought, who said elves don’t have any intentions?
Even though they are naturally no match for humans in terms of schemes, if magnified to the lifespan of elves, hundreds of years of experience can still pile up into terrifying experiences.

Annan thought, who said that elves have no scheming? An elf who is over a thousand years old actually pretended to be young to deceive my favor. The hunter and the prey exchanged identities.

The elves came by land, and they planned to take a boat back.

There are many ships docked in the port that pass by Wilhelm. Annan chose a merchant ship with the best reputation and cooperation with Liberty City, and arranged for the Liberty City fleet to escort it.

Theoretically, no one would be so blind as to attack the diplomatic mission, but who knows if anyone would want to take advantage of the situation.

Following the elf delegation to the port, Ellie waved as she and Kailandra boarded the ship. When it was Fioria's turn, she suddenly said:

"I have a question."

"Please say."

"You have accepted many nobles who have done bad things... How can you believe that they will become good people?"

Annan told a story: "One day, the wind and the sun made a bet to see who could take off the clothes from a farmer. The wind started first. It blew hard, 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, basked in the sun for a while, and the farmer took off his clothes by himself."

"You mean you are the sun?"

"No, I mean that the environment will change a person. The poor boy from the slum steals and cheats, not because he likes to do so, but because he can't live without it."

"The nobles want to do bad things because the environment they are in does not support them to do good things."

"All I can offer is a chance for everyone to start over, that's all."

Apart from the Chaos Faction, who likes to live in insecurity? Even the orcs, who are known as the moral lowlands, will stay in the tribe with their wives and children when they are not fighting.

"I remember..."

Fioria boarded the ship. Annan raised his head and watched the merchant ship slowly leave the port and disappear in the sparkling waves under the escort of the Red Witch.

The elf delegation has left, but it is not time to relax yet, as the celebration will be held in two months.

Facing this grand event that was a carnival for the entire Allen continent, Annan hurriedly asked, "What is the Elven Calendar Celebration?"

Olmedo could not make the decision for Annan on the important issue of alliance, so she called Annan to her office to catch up on the relevant knowledge.

The Elven Calendar Celebration is held once every thousand years... The last one dates back to a thousand years ago... At that time, humans had just finished the race war and had not yet touched the chaos outside of Wilhelm.

Therefore, only some ancient countries and families recorded relevant knowledge. Many countries were not even qualified to live to see the opening of the celebration, let alone participate and know. Annan was able to participate thanks to the alliance.

At that time, representatives of all major races would come to the Elf King's Court.

Annan suddenly realized that this was a good opportunity to expand business to Wilhelm and other races.

“How many specialty items do we have?”

"I haven't finished yet..."

Forget it, a brief introduction is enough, and trade is indeed important.

"Corsets, fast cloth, glasses, wheelchairs, magic muskets, cannons..." Olmedo recounted the inventions of these years.

A bra? Not very suitable for elves. When did you hear of fat elves?

Fast clothes are even more inappropriate. Elves like to use leaves and bark as clothes. Wizard robes are also woven with silk and animal skins, and they will not buy such cheap fabrics. Elves don't need glasses or wheelchairs. As for magic muskets... For nine out of ten elves who are rangers, this is heresy!
After thinking about it, it seems that there is nothing worth showing off... Fortunately, the elves are not interested, so I can sell it to other forces or other races.

"Have you heard the story about a businessman who wants to pass his fortune to the son with the best business sense?"

“Give them money to fill the empty rooms?”

"No, it's another merchant. He brought his two sons to the monastery, gave them a comb, and told them to sell it to the monks. Whoever sold it would inherit the fortune."

Olmedo had never heard of it, so he asked with interest, "And then?"

"The eldest son took the comb to the monk, but he couldn't sell it no matter how hard he tried, because the monk had no hair. Then the younger son's turn came, and he said to a young monk, 'You have been away from home for so long, and your family must miss you very much. Would you like to buy this comb and send it to your home?' The monk thought about it, bought the comb, and gave the younger son some extra money to help send it."

“Ordinary businessmen sell goods to people who need them, while real businessmen create demand.”

Olmedo pondered: "So the way to sell magic muskets is to create war...?"

"How can you think like that? This is too extreme!" Annan accused from a moral high ground, "There are other races in the festival. We can sell glasses to half-spider spiders, bras to pigmen, fast cloth to goblins, and wheelchairs to... to..."

"Break whose legs before selling him?" Olmedo asked deliberately.

"Oh, sell it to the sea tribe!" Annan became more and more excited as he spoke: "We can also make customized models according to different races."

Olmedo found it a difficult sell, but it didn’t cost anything to try.

"By the way, Young 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 out the door. By the time Olmedo reacted, his suddenly hurried footsteps had already disappeared outside the corridor.

……

Annan, who escaped, at least did not lie. He did go to the Mushroom House to find Young Master Dumbledore.

The elves left, but the greenery is still there on the roadside and in front of every window. Young men and women stroll leisurely among the flowers and plants, so it is not a waste of tax money.

"Lord Annan!"

The guard in front of the mushroom house puffed out his chest and raised his head.

Annan nodded and walked into the mushroom house.

Passing by Michael's alchemy room, Annan stared at Michael for a long time with a look of disappointment in his ability, and disappeared outside the door when Michael felt uncomfortable and wanted to speak.

Young Master Dumbledore was not in the alchemy room, and Annan found him in the laboratory.

He stood in front of the Knight Golem, which had lost its power and had its head lowered, as if he was thinking about something.

"Why does it feel like the Knight Golem has grown a lot bigger?" Annan walked aside in confusion.

Compared to the last time he came, the angle he had to raise his head was a few degrees higher... Could it be that he had become shorter?

"I added some modules. The internal space is not enough, so I can only make it bigger. Now the height of the Knight Golem Type 3.2 experimental body is meters."

"Your idea is similar to Martin's."

"Martin?"

"When he learned to make apple pie, he added water when there was too much flour, and added flour when there was too much water, and ended up making an apple pie that was ten times bigger."

"That must be delicious." Young Master Dumbledore continued Annan's topic.

"It was inedible. It was charred on the outside when it came out of the oven, but raw on the inside."

(End of this chapter)