Alien world

Chapter 1102 24. Selling Combs

The magic image can make Annan a well-known celebrity and make him rich, but can it protect him and his friends from being harmed by the enemies?

Children on the street cannot hold the gems in their hands. Even if they are not robbed, they will be lost for various reasons.

So Annan would seemingly foolishly spend all the money he earned on Free City, lavishly building an immortal floating city with arcane energy cores and mountain copper.

Call it paranoia or a lack of security, Annan kept one sentence in mind: Don't let others make decisions about your life.

Olmedo is on the same side as Annan on this point. After the destruction of her Breeze City, the words "Destroying you has nothing to do with you" were deeply engraved in her mind.

There are only two kinds of people in Allen Continent, either sitting at the table or being served at the table.

That being said, before Annan can become a hands-off boss, he still has to settle the Guardian Golem business first.

The buyer he chose was Vitalig.

Liberty City now has two portals: the logistics warehouse in the west of the city and the square in front of the city lord's palace.

They change every hour, leading to the commercial streets scattered all over the place. When Vitalig learned that it was Annan who was looking for him, he decided to come to the Free City in person.

When Annan heard what the kingdom's messenger had said, he immediately asked him to lead a heavy Wan horse over and tell him not to run over.

After the royal messenger left, he complained: "How can there be a king who doesn't stay in the palace but runs around all day..."

"Yes, how could there be such a leader?" Olmedo repeated, staring at Annan.

"I'll ask Young Master Dumbledore to bring two golems over here!!"

As Idyllia covered her mouth and chuckled, Annan stood up and walked out of the lounge, asking the servant to take a photo.

Ten minutes later, the Guardian Golem and the Knight Golem moved in together.

Annan opened the portal, and Vitalig, dressed in formal attire and holding the king's scepter, stood opposite the portal, with the large palace for meetings in the background.

"how's it going?"

Annan used to not understand why the nobles would say a bunch of useless nonsense before talking, but now he somewhat understands the reason - just chat to warm up the conversation so that the next words won't be abrupt.

Vitalig sighed, "There are smooth places, and there are rough places... I told the nobles not to forget their promises, and that the people would break free from the shackles, but they continued to create shackles for the people. Being a king is not that easy."

"What about the North?"

"Your visit made them much more obedient. I plan to recruit soldiers and replace them from the front line little by little."

"good idea."

Annan comforted him and told him not to worry: "Not bad, the kingdom was damaged so badly by Clo, I thought it would take 40,000 years to recover."

"How much decay would it take forty thousand years?"

Vitalig smiled and his eyes fell on the two golems behind Annan.

"I think... you have something serious to tell me, right?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce you." Annan looked like he had just remembered something, and he wanted to spit on his hypocrisy. But making money is not bad.

"The Mushroom House has newly developed a Guardian Type I Golem, whose strength is between professional and elite. It can patrol continuously for more than an hour, and even longer if it is charged by the Mage Tower. I think you will definitely need it."

"Indeed." He looked at the guardian golem and paused for a moment on its face.

Using a female image to represent a golem that embodies strength and power?
Vitalig didn't understand, but Annan must have a deep meaning behind what he did... Then he suddenly thought that the golem was used to warn the nobles, but the common people didn't know, and such an image would make the common people feel at ease.

As expected, Annan...

"I want 300 first... no, 500."

It seemed that Vitalig really trusted Annan, or he was so overwhelmed by the troublemaking nobles that he didn't even ask the price.

Annan's black eyes instantly sparkled like a black gemstone beside the fireplace. "The manufacturing cost of the Guardian Golem Type 80 is about 250 gold coins, and the public selling price is 100 gold coins. I can sell it to you for gold coins. But I suggest you buy to Guardian Golems."

Annan pointed to the Knight Golem beside him and said, "The Guardian is only a security golem after all. It is enough to deal with the nobles and maintain law and order, but the kingdom still faces threats from the north... The Knight Golem is a real rat killer, but we are still working on the duration issue."

"I want 500 units too, but I have a request. How about giving them to me when they are ready?"

"I will handle it!"

Annan finally understood how the merchant Wilhelm felt when he faced him.

Even if he didn't specifically make money from Vitalig, the eight hundred golems allowed Annan to earn nearly ten thousand gold nars, which was equivalent to a year's tax revenue for many prosperous city-states.

The new invention is really useful, provided it can be sold as a "comb".

"Thank you."

Annan made money and profit, and Vitalig even came to thank him.

"No, you defended the northern border and stopped the ratmen from moving south, and I just sold some things to you."

"That's why I want to say thank you." Vitalig said sincerely: "You didn't take advantage of the situation, but extended a helping hand in the name of win-win. Do you know? These days I have seen too much hypocrisy from nobles. They can tear up their previous promises without changing their expressions..."

Annan could only comfort Vitalig.

Vitalig asked again about the young students sent there. Annan looked at Olmedo and said that Ingrid was leading them to do grassroots work in the City Lord's Mansion.

They are like sparks that will bring new vitality to a kingdom that is about to burn out.

The portal closed, Annan sat back on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief - good, the trade was going much more smoothly than expected.

"Are you really selling it for 100 gold coins?" Olmedo asked.

"Helping him is helping us, and we don't lose anything, we even make money."

Eighty gold coins is the cost that Dumbledore understated. As golems began to mass-produce magic crystals and cast molds to form an industrial chain, the cost could be further reduced. 75, or even 70 gold coins.

Annan continued, "After all, the Kingdom of Rekanel is an old kingdom, and we have been here for too short a time. The shackles on the feet of the kingdom's people are gone, but the shackles in their hearts remain. Many traditions are deeply rooted... I am worried that the internal inertia will sweep Vitalig away and he will have to follow them..."

After a piece of land changes to a country, the previous policies and thinking will continue. The nobles have changed, in the past it was Mr. Mac, today it is Mr. Jack, but nothing has changed.

Vitalig is an idealist like Annan. He is still firm and full of hope, but when everyone and everything around him are rushing towards one place, how long can he persist in the tide? Can he stick to his heart and ideals?
This is what Annan least wants to see, because it means that everything he has done will be in vain.

Time is the best friend of civilization, but it is also the mortal enemy of civilization.

(End of this chapter)