A strange world

Chapter 1098 Chapter 20. Selling the comb to the elves

They put on a show from the beginning.

When he came, he showed the unfamiliarity and resistance of Liberty City, just to gain more leverage in the subsequent negotiations.

Olmedo thought to himself, who says elves don’t have scheming ideas?

Even if they are no match for human beings in terms of strategy, if you scale it up to the lifespan of an elf, hundreds of years of experience can still pile up horrific experiences.

Annan thought to himself, who said that elves are not scheming? An elf over a thousand years old actually pretended to be young and deceived his affection. The hunter and the prey exchanged identities.

The elves walked on land when they came, and they were going to take a boat when they returned.

There were many ships docked in the port that would 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 attack the mission blindly, but who knows if anyone would want to fish in troubled waters.

Following the elf envoy to the port, Ellie waved her hand and Kelandra boarded the ship. When it was Fioriya's turn, she suddenly said:

"I have a question."

"Please tell me."

"You have accepted many nobles who have done bad things...how do you believe 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 farmer's clothes. The wind started first. It blew a strong wind, but the more it blew, the tighter the farmer wrapped his clothes. The wind failed. Now, it’s the sun’s turn. It comes out and basks in the sun for a while, then the farmer takes off his clothes.”

"You want to say that you are the sun?"

"No, what I mean is that the environment will change a person. A poor boy from the slums steals and abducts. It's not that he likes to do it, but he can't live without it."

"Nobles do bad things because their environment does not support them in doing good things."

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

Except for the chaotic camp, who likes to live in unrest? Even the orcs, who are known as moral depressions, will stay in the tribe holding their wives and children when not fighting.

"I remember..."

Fioria boarded the ship, and Annan raised his head and watched the merchant ship slowly leave the port and disappear in the sparkling light while being escorted by the Scarlet Witch.

The elf envoys have left, but it's not time to relax yet. The celebration will be in two months.

Facing this era of carnival in the entire continent of Allen, Annan quickly asked: "What is the Elf Calendar Celebration?"

Olmedo couldn't make the decision for Annan on the important matter of alliance, so she called Annan to the office to gain relevant knowledge.

The Elven Calendar celebrates once every thousand years... The last time was a thousand years ago... At that time, humans had just finished fighting the racial war and had not yet touched the chaos outside Wilhelm.

So there are only some relevant knowledge recorded in ancient countries and families. Many countries, let alone participating and knowing about it, are not even qualified to survive until the celebration begins. Annan's participation was a blessing from the alliance.

At that time, representatives of the major races will come to the Elven Court.

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

“How many specialty items do we have?”

"I haven't finished yet..."

Forget it, it’s probably enough to introduce it once, and trade is indeed important.

"Brass, fast cloth, glasses, wheelchairs, magic guns, artillery..." Olmedo counted the inventions over the years.

Bra? Not very suitable for elves. When did you hear that elves have fat people?

Fast clothes are even more inappropriate. Elves like to use leaves and bark as dresses. Mage robes are also made of silk and animal skin, and they will not buy such cheap fabrics.

Elves don't need glasses or wheelchairs. As for magic guns... for elves, nine out of ten are rangers, this is heresy!

After thinking about it for a while, there seems to be nothing that can be done... Fortunately, if the elves are not interested, they can sell it to other forces and other races.

"Have you heard that story? A businessman wanted to hand over his family fortune to his son who had the most business acumen."

"Pay them to fill empty rooms?"

"Not this, another businessman. He came to the monastery with his two sons, gave them a comb, and asked them to sell it to the monks. Whoever sold it would inherit the family property."

Olmedo hadn't heard of it and asked with interest: "Then what?"

"The eldest son found the monk with a comb, because the monk had no hair, and he couldn't sell it despite all his efforts. When it was the younger son's turn, he said to a young monk, you have been away from home for so long, and the people in your family are I must miss you very much. Do you want to buy this comb and send it home? The monk thought about it, bought the comb, and asked his younger son to help send it with some extra money. "

"Ordinary businessmen sell goods to people who need them, but real businessmen create demand."

Olmedo thought thoughtfully: "So the way to sell magic guns is to create war...?"

"How can you think so? This is too extreme!" Annan accused from the moral high ground, "There are other races in the celebration. We can sell glasses to half-length spiders, bras to pigmen, fast cloth Sold to goblins, wheelchairs to...sold to..."

"Break whose legs you want to sell him?" Olmedo said 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 difficult to sell, but it cost nothing to try.

"By the way, 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 of the door. When Olmedo reacted, his hurried footsteps had disappeared outside the corridor.

...

The escaped Annan at least did not lie. He did go to the mushroom house to find Dumbledore.

The elf delegation left, but the greenery was still on the roadside and in front of the windows of every household. Young men and women strolled leisurely in front of the flowers and plants. From this point of view, it was not a waste of tax money.

"Lord Annan!"

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

Annan nodded and walked into the mushroom house.

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

Dumbledore was not in the alchemy room. Annan found him in the laboratory.

He stood in front of the Knight Golem with his head down and no power, as if he was thinking about something.

"Why do I feel that the Knight Golem has grown a lot?" Annan walked aside in confusion.

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

"I added some modules, and the internal space is not enough, so I can only make it bigger. Now the height of the Knight Golem Type 1 experimental body is 3.2 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 finally made an apple pie ten times bigger."

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

"It's inedible. When it was taken out of the oven, the outside was carbonized, and the inside was still raw."