Emperor of Arcane

When Carlos met Matthew.

The latter is researching various uses of the six-armed golem.

The agile Elio is testing the reaction and attack speed of the six-armed golem.

The six-armed golem moves at an average speed, but its six arms of different lengths cooperate with each other to form a waterfall-like continuous offensive.

Even Matthew couldn't help but sigh for it.

If the six-armed golem is equipped with weapons of appropriate length, it should be able to become a veritable battlefield meat grinder.

Although the strength of the six-armed golem was average, such an excellent model design made Matthew look forward to its upgraded version.

The design fee of 200,000 gold coins is really worth it!

"Sure enough, it is indeed 343. There is still a lot of potential that can be tapped (exploited)..."

Looking at 343 calmly, Matthew turned his head and faced Carlos, who was handsome, aristocratic, and calm.

Carlos wore a set of bright silver metal armor. The bright armor surface is actually covered with many delicate and dense magic patterns.

Matthew just took a brief look and saw many buff spells such as "Strength", "Deflection", "Magic Resistance", "Strength Enhancement" and so on.

This set of high-quality knight armor alone is worth more than 100,000 gold coins.

This is a rich man!

Matthew, who had been bleeding a lot recently and had a somewhat deflated wallet, immediately showed a bright smile, made a gesture of invitation and said:

"We meet again, Captain Carlos. Welcome to the Gulf Territory."

"I heard from Hall that some of them are very interested in the military weapons and equipment of the Gulf Territory. You guys have really good taste!"

"Looking at the entire eastern province, the production of military weapons in our Gulf Territory is both cheap and high-yield, and the quality can reach the standard."

"What are you interested in? Tell me?"

Seeing Matthew so enthusiastic, Carlos felt a little strange, just like seeing the whole strange bay collar.

Out of the corner of his eye, he inevitably glanced at the six-armed golem that was making a lot of noise.

Just looking at its performance in front of you is enough to make people feel inexplicably amazed.

What makes Carlos feel a little pity is that the Eighth Army does not have such heavy combat units for the time being.

Facing Matthew's smile, Carlos put aside his complicated thoughts and said softly:

"We need to replenish a large number of crossbows and crossbow arrows, preferably those that have been enchanted."

"If possible, we'd like to order a batch of poisons we've seen before, which are very effective against orcs."

"In addition, we also need a batch of primary healing potions, or blood-activating potions produced in the Gulf Territory."

"If the Gulf Territory has the ability, we hope to order a batch of enchanted armor and equipment..."

As soon as Carlos spoke, Butler Ralph began to record quickly.

The smile on Matthew's face became brighter. He nodded in agreement with a smile, made an invitation gesture to him, led the way to the warehouse area and said:

"Enchanted crossbows are relatively scarce, but there are many enchanted crossbows in stock."

"To show respect to the Eighth Legion, we only charge 50 silver coins for each enchanted crossbow."

"This price is only half of the market price, and we can also guarantee the quality. If you get a fake, you will pay ten for it..."

After hearing Matthew's introduction to them, Carlos kept smiling politely as a noble, but the adjutant next to him became a little suspicious.

Although the Gulf Territory is developing rapidly and its various situations are quite strange, is it really possible to mass-produce enchanted offensive weapons?

The talent of a spellcaster is rare!

The production and learning of magic items requires talent, a lot of gold coins, and knowledge!

50% of the lords in the Netheril Empire are spellcasters of varying levels.

80% of them cannot make magic items due to various reasons.

The adjutant didn't think Matthew was telling lies, but he felt that the Gulf Territory's ability should come from the support of the Seer family!

After all, the Seer family is one of the most famous families in the Netheril Empire for potion production and magic item production.

As the heir to the Seer family and a former genius, it was normal for Matthew to receive some support.

They soon arrived at the warehouse.

Matthew let Carlos point his finger and pulled out the enchanted crossbow stored in it, handed it over with confidence and said:

"A triangular pyramidal arrow, designed to penetrate armor."

"I don't want to cause extreme damage to the orcs, just let them feel the paralysis potion."

Touching the tough and sharp crossbow arrows, Carlos looked at the visually striking triangular arrows.

The finely polished sharp edges, the small sharp barbs, and the rather ferocious bleeding groove all show that this kind of arrow is not as "useless" as Matthew said.

After Carlos confirmed that it had the three most basic enchantment spells of "sharpness", "sturdiness" and "penetration", he nodded with great satisfaction and said:

"As long as they are all enchanted crossbows, I can make the decision and purchase them in the Gulf Territory."

"The price of 50 silver coins a piece is really a bit low. Our Eighth Legion is not that kind of army. You can give me a 20% discount. Just 80 silver coins a piece."

"If there are enough reserves, I hope to take away 1 million at once!"

1 million!

That's 500,000 gold coins!

As for the price Carlos mentioned, just listen.

Who hasn’t learned about human kindness yet?

Matthew nodded understandingly and motioned to Butler Ralph to jot it down quickly. Then he walked to another storage area, picked up a bottle of emerald green potion and said:

"That's not poison, but a paralysis drug developed by our Gulf Territory specifically for orcs."

"As long as they see blood, ordinary orcs will fall to the ground directly. Regardless of whether they are elite orcs or high-level orcs, they will sleep very peacefully."

"Everyone who has used orcs says it's good!"

Everyone couldn't help but twitch their lips as they saw Matthew unscrewing a bottle of paralysis potion.

Pour it into the bucket you had prepared.

A simple stir, and then using the hand of the mage to control a dagger and crossbow arrows to be immersed in it.

Pick it up after more than 10 seconds.

Beelzebub carried away two orc captives. These two orc captives were strong and strong.

In Beelzebub's hands, it was still alive and kicking and struggling.

Poof!

First, he stabbed an orc in the arm with a crossbow arrow.

The elite orc, who had the level of an intermediate professional, lasted about 20 breaths before his whole body became rigid and he fell down.

The dagger cut another elite orc in the leg.

The latter also "sleeped" very sweetly, like a dead pig.

Carlos' eyes lit up, and after looking at each other with the adjutant, he nodded excitedly:

"Yes, that's it. How many gold coins does a bottle cost?"

Matthew rubbed his hands, showing a row of white teeth, and said rather embarrassedly:

"100 gold coins!"

"One bottle!"

"This is a small business, we don't make money..."

Carlos' smile froze on his face, and he suddenly felt a bit like an orc who fell to the ground.

What about slaughtering pigs?

Is this what you mean by "not making money"?