The Transmigrated Novelist

One didn't need extra something to see the sun rising from the East, every morning! In the same way, these artisans could tell that just in the concept of designing they were far behind the hooded man.

Well, not every one of them was in the same opinion, of course! After all, it was extremely to find people that would accept the new and throw the old smoothly.

A few artisans couldn't help but look at the designs and then scream in anger as if their work had just been mocked upon,

"Hmph~! Blasphemy! To think that a delusional fool thinks these stupid and worthless designs as some great works of art!

You just said that if we aren't convinced we are free to leave right!? Very well then, I will leave this moment!

'Thank you for the opportunity'!"

It was clear that his last line was full of sarcasm and irony. And he wasn't the only one, right after him, the second one said almost the same thing,

"Yes, Yes, Master Tite is correct, this is nothing more than a loss of time! To think that we were actually invited to such shit!"

The second was followed by a third, and in no time only one-third of the people present at the beginning were left.

"Why haven't you guys left already!?"

As the whole crowd was still amidst confusion about what to do, at this moment it was the hooded Roy who actually screamed at them to leave, which made quite a few more to really consider it.

Soon, only a fifth of the original masters, and artisans were left, as Master Blake finally said,

"I don't think that you will have to continue like this any longer Boss, the rest won't leave!"

"Hahahah~! As expected of a true sharp Master! There are more than I thought would be left here!"

'What!?'

The remaining 5 artisans couldn't help but look at their new mysterious Boss with confusion written all over their face, as Master Blake couldn't help but ask,

"How many did you expect to be left with!?"

Without saying a word Roy extended his right hand showing only 2 fingers, making the remaining artisans even more shocked.

"Maybe I am overstepping my boundaries Boss, but how where you planning to produce these things with that few people!?

I mean, even with these numbers it will be close to impossible to produce more than 20 accessories per week!"

"Yes, you are right! But what has that to do with this!?"

"Well in order to increase the profit the more we produce the more money we will make right Boss? Don't tell me that you aren't doing this for money!"

"Huh~! Of course, I am doing this for money and we will make big money! But you guys are misunderstanding something, more product doesn't mean more money!

In fact, in the current situation, it means the opposite, seeing that there are almost no wars, and only the people going to the Death Forests.

In these times the best marketing is to produce few and make them special! After all, humans are greedy by nature, the more special something is the more eager they become to have it!"

Hearing Roy say those words Master Blake could only scratch his head in confusion alongside the rest. They were great artisans but really bad merchants.

The only one who could understand a bit from Roy's theories was Alma who couldn't help but look at him with another look.

What Roy was trying to make wasn't common goods that everyone could buy, he was trying to make a brand, a luxurious brand that would make everyone don his creations to show their standings.

Seeing that the artisans didn't understand much from his words, he decided to just continue with the next step, as he continued,

"Well, forget about this for now! You will understand later! Right now, I want you to follow me!"

Saying that he started walking towards the building that was going to be used as his factory. The place wasn't extremely big, but it had enough space, and tools.

What was more important was that it was in a really safe place, right in front of the West Garrison Guards where Baldy was in charge of.

This was one of the quietest and most secured parts of Badona City. It was a three-story building, that Roy had thought to separate into three areas.

The first floor would be the security, second-floor working area, and third floor his personal space in the building.

At the moment, the first floor was currently empty, with the second floor ready with the equipment, and the third floor had yet to be designed, waiting for Roy's touch.

The moment that they arrived on the second floor, and looked at their equipment and tool, each and every one of the artisans could feel lucky to have arrived here.

After all, the equipment here was the best of the best! In fact, a few of them were even special artifacts that could help in increasing the quality of the products.

These things could be said to be the dream of every artisan out there, and that wasn't all there was to it.

"Give it to me!"

Saying that towards Alma, Roy received a storage ring from her, and immediately took out 100 low-quality mana stones, a few types of expensive jades, beasts leather, fur, and a lot of gold as he said,

"You will be training yourself with these! You have 3 days to show me your best creation! Only if you manage to convince me with it, will you continue with the next phase!"

"This…"

Not only Master Blake but all the other artisans as well seemed to have lost their attention the moment they saw the materials lying on the floor.

When had they ever seen something like this, they felt like they had suddenly entered a wealthy man's treasure room.

"You don't have to worry about their price and value, this is just the beginning, there will come a time when these things will look like cheap scrap!"

If they still had any thread of clarity and composure yet, it was completely blown away from Roy's words at that moment.

For some reason, they all felt happy that they hadn't left that day, as they couldn't help but look forward to the future.

As they were lost in their dreams and imagination, Roy's voice seemed to change in a moment, as he said,

"Forgetting about that, I will say this once and only once!

This great opportunity comes with a lot of work and responsibility! From now on, if your families have a problem you can come directly to me, and I will help you!

Or if you don't find me, just search for this beauty here! But, if I hear or see even the slightest betrayal of my trust and generosity, you will see what kind of true demon I am!

I hope you never force me to show it to you!"

With that said he didn't wait for them to say anything, and just turned around to leave the place. He was directed towards the third floor of the building.

The third floor was more spacious than the second as its division was rather simpler and more accommodating.

It seemed like it was built precisely as some kind of penthouse from the very beginning, which surprised Roy by quite a bit.

As if reading his thoughts, Alma chuckled a bit before saying,

"Hahah~! So there are things that actually surprise even you! Even though I don't know how to feel seeing what it is!

Anyway, the reason this place looks like this is because it's exactly what you thought it is! The person building this had requested specifically for something like this, in order to have fun at his workplace.

Whenever he felt 'tired' he would come and have a few rounds with his workers, and assistants! The reason he had to sell it was precisely due to being robbed by them though!"

"Oh!? Quite interesting! It looks like I will have to immediately increase the security around here once I get a few beautiful assistants!

Fortunately, nothing has happened until now!"

It was clear that he was actually taunting the beauty by his side at that moment, but he didn't stay behind to hear her comments and took a quick look at the rooms, the bathroom, and the kitchen.

It was quite the place he liked it a lot!

"I will give you the design of the place in two days, please take care of the rest!"

"Hmph~! You treat me like nothing more than an assistant, perhaps I should just cheat you and run with your money!"

"You want me to treat you differently!? Are you ready about what follows though!?"

All of a sudden the atmosphere around them changed, and the poor Alma couldn't help but feel like she had walked right into a landmine.

This bastard was so good at making her flustered and unable to answer. He seemed like he was her natural bane, and she didn't know what to think anymore.

Every time they started teasing each other, her heart would start beating faster seeing him approach and she would lose her concentration, thoughts, and purpose.

She wasn't his match!

Even though she understood what it was, she didn't want to accept it. Or rather she was forced to reject and negate it, considering the goal she had to complete.

After all, it was a choice between him and her last remaining family…