From Prisoner to Si Chen

"Is there anything else Baron Opal can do?"

Gilan stopped and turned around to ask.

"Mr. Blood Owl, if you are not satisfied with my offer, you can tell me directly."

The fat man smiled again.

"Business should be discussed slowly."

"I am indeed a little dissatisfied." Jilan nodded.

"In this way..." Baron Opal thought for a while. "We can discuss how to sell the 'wick potion'. I always maintain a higher selling price than you, so it won't have much impact on you."

“How about this clause also be included in the deed to ensure implementation?”

"Even without this clause, there would actually be no conflict between the two of us."

Ji Lan shook his head.

Baron Opal smiled, because what the blood owl said was indeed true. He seemed to give in, but in fact he didn't lose anything. It's just that such a small trap was seen through by the other party.

"So Mr. Blood Owl, what do you think?"

As the boss behind two small trade fairs, he had a sharp eye and saw that the blood owl did not want to sell the formula, but his price was not enough.

"I want 30% of the sales dividend of 'Wick Potion'."

Gillan said calmly.

Hearing this, Baron Opal was not angry. He just smiled and shook his head and said with a smile:

"Mr. Blood Owl, you really know how to joke."

"Excluding material costs, refining costs, sales costs, and even immeasurable risks, the profit from potions is only 10% at most. You don't have to do anything and just take one-third of the money. It's really too greedy. "

"Baron Opal is indeed a veteran in the business world, and his ability to make random nonsense is really great."

Ji Lan was not fooled at all and laughed.

"You don't even know the formula, how can you estimate the price of the materials and the cost of refining it?"

As he spoke, he looked calmly at the fat man and said:

"Of course, I guess you probably want to take the opportunity to get the approximate cost of the materials from me... But it doesn't matter. I can also tell you directly that the cost of a batch of 25 potions is between 80 and 90 Caesars. If it's big By refining in batches, this cost can be further reduced.”

"As for the 130 Caesar price I paid at 'Ye Mei', it was purely to take care of internal members and avoid offending..."

"If placed on the black market in the mysterious field, the 'Wick Potion' is, after all, a highly effective alchemical medicine that assists in spiritual practice. It is definitely a priceless commodity. The price is at least 180 Caesars and upwards. This is just a conservative estimate."

"The profit has nearly doubled. Even if refining losses, sales costs and even risks are excluded, there is still a considerable profit."

Ji Lan chuckled and said lightly:

"I only want 30% dividends, which is not excessive."

"I really didn't expect..."

Baron Opal looked surprised, smiled and clapped again.

"Mr. Blood Owl not only has superb practical ability, but also has such a thorough analysis of the business world."

"But you still want too much."

"Not much." Gillan shrugged. "Baron Opal, why don't you look at it from another angle? I bought into this business with the 'Wick Potion' formula, and you, as a friend, gave me the 'Lava Balm' formula."

"Mr. Blood Owl, friendship is friendship, business is business, they can't be confused..."

Baron Opal said with a smile.

But he suddenly changed the topic and said:

"How about a 5% dividend?"

"20%." Gillan kept smiling.

"10%, this is the final bottom line. If it is more, this transaction will be regretted."

Baron Opal shrugged, looking helpless.

Gilan was silent for a few seconds and stretched out his hand.

Seeing this, the fat man smiled even more. He stretched out his hands in a tacit understanding and held each other's palms.

"Deal." He smiled.

"make a deal."

The 30% dividend condition was originally Gillan's sky-high asking price.

A literary giant in a previous life once said that if you ask to open a window in the wall, others will object, but if you ask to open the roof, others will agree to open the window.

Gillan was convinced.

His psychological expectation was actually only 5%, but it was an unexpected surprise that he could close the deal with a 10% dividend.

This means that Jilan no longer needs to waste time and energy and can get a lot of income every month. This is far more efficient than working hard to refine the medicine himself and then selling it to the secret sect.

As a veteran of the black market, Baron Opal will definitely try his best to promote the "wick potion" and make it a big seller.

Gilan just had to sit back and wait to receive the money.

There is no need to worry about Baron Opal's default, after all, the two parties have to sign the contract under the witness of "Twin Kite". Unless Baron Opal is out of his mind, he will bear the punishment of God for the benefit of a little dividend.

Baron Opal wrote a complex contract in mid-air with his thick fingers, and signed his name, Negan Morrow.

Gillan followed closely and signed his name.

When the contract takes effect, the light flashes.

The sweet smile from the far side sounded again:

"Ah haha...I saw it!"

Gillan and Baron Opal saluted into the void at the same time to show their respect for the "Twin Kite".

Immediately, the two exchanged a piece of parchment.

"Happy transaction, Mr. Blood Owl."

The fat man smiled.

"After the first batch of 'Wick Magic Potion' is refined, I will make it available to the idle mystics through the black market trade fair, and then arrange for a small-scale flow of manpower into the market."

"These may take some time to ferment, so the first batch of dividends will have to wait two to three months. Please rest assured that I value integrity the most when doing business, and I will not deliberately delay."

"No problem." Jilan nodded.

Then, he took out his "Knight Chess" and imitated Baron Opal's previous actions, stimulating it with his own spirituality.

Buzz——

A flash of golden light.

Jilan found that he was back to the big round table where everyone was.

Looking back, the fat man appeared behind him and smiled and nodded.

…

…

After that, this "Night Rose" party that Jilan participated in for the first time lasted for nearly half an hour. The members chatted for a while before disbanding and leaving.

Before parting, Baron Opal, Lady Crow, the old man who made the staff, and Miss Sparks gave Jilan a card each, on which were engraved different patterns of alchemy arrays.

According to them, this is a special "hotline" symbol, just like a landline number. By sticking the card against the "hotline", one-to-one long-distance communication can be carried out.

Jilan put away the four cards and said goodbye to everyone politely. Then he returned to reality with his teacher Pala and appeared on the sofa in the living room on the first floor of the apartment.

Just after sitting back on the sofa, Jilan still felt as if he was in another world. He couldn't help but sigh secretly that "Midnight Rose" is worthy of the ancient secret religion, and even the base is hidden outside of reality.

He turned his head and looked at the wall clock, and found that it was already 8:30 in the evening. It had been nearly two hours since the teacher came to visit.

"How do you feel about this gathering?"

The white-haired old gentleman asked with a smile.

Jilan said respectfully:

"It's good. I have never seen so many long-lived people gather together, and they are all outstanding alchemists. I have learned a lot."

"Well..." Pala nodded. "The people and circles you will come into contact with in the future will all enter a higher level, and there will be more things you have never come into contact with."

"Always stay sharp and think, which can help you deal with any situation."

"Thank you for your teachings, I will keep it in mind."

Gilan said in a deep voice.

At this time, he suddenly thought of a question that had been buried in his heart for a long time, and took this opportunity to ask Pala:

"Teacher... didn't you say that the ascenders cannot interfere with the mortal world, but why did the 'windmill cat' Pal Solomon appear on the top of the volcano during the last trip to Blood Harbor?"

"That is not His true body, it is still the other me."

Pala shook his head.

Gilan was stunned.

"The other me... But shouldn't the other me of the 'windmill cat' be the 'Christmas Devil' Krampus?"

"This is also the special feature of the 'windmill cat'. He was one of the four angels under the seat of the original Hour 'Noon Dawn' Omer, the star angel 'Polaris', symbolizing human creativity."

Pala explained calmly.

"So after He fell into the messenger of 'Sulphur Lord', He was able to create a second self."

"He has always appeared in the image of 'Windmill Cat', and this self has been infused with most of the power, so it is easy to be misunderstood as His true body."

"The self of the ascenders cannot be killed by conventional means... Even if it is annihilated in the mortal world, it is only a body and skin that are destroyed."

Jilan frowned and said in a deep voice:

"Then the ascenders cannot be killed? Just rely on the self to walk in the mortal world, and you can sleep peacefully?"

"In theory, this is true."

Pala said in a deep voice.

"But the actions of the self not only need to rely on the body made of precious materials, but also need to be infused with the power of the real body, so every damage is considered a heavy blow."

Jilan's eyes showed enlightenment, and then he fell into deep thought.

After a while.

He asked in a deep voice:

"Teacher, how can I kill the ascenders?"

"Hmm?" Pala was a little surprised. He looked at Jilan meaningfully, and then said: "We need to go to Toyalan, the hometown of God, to find and kill his true body."

"This is difficult."

He sighed and said.

"First of all, you must have the strength to kill the ascender, and secondly, you must be able to find the place where the other party lives in seclusion."

"Ascendants, as the name suggests, are people who ascend from the mortal world. The place of ascension is the hometown of God, also known as the astral world, or the moon world."

"The mortal world we are in is the material world, that is, the moon world. The size of the mortal world is the size of the hometown of God, and the two sides are reflections of each other."

"If there is no special means, it is almost like looking for a needle in a haystack to find the corresponding target."

"In addition, ascenders usually leave a backup in their residence to prevent being found by the enemy... In view of the home and away games, it is rare for ascenders to be killed in the hometown of God."

After listening to the teacher's story, Jilan was shocked.

He didn't expect that the ascenders were not only powerful, but also so difficult to kill.

Then it makes sense that "Windmill Cat", one of the four angels under the former "Noon Dawn" and the current chief messenger under "Lord Sulfur", could be at ease for so long despite offending many forces and even Si Chen.