The Lord Who Wants to Be Emperor

In the Duke of Medea's suite, Aslan was drawing drawings in full swing. When the Duke of Medea came back with people, Aslan's desk was already full of drawings.

Maru subconsciously took one and looked at it, which recorded dense magic circuits and magic power values.

Looking at each one separately, she could understand it, but when put together, she couldn't understand it at all.

Nuomili stretched out his hand to retrieve the drawings, and neatly sorted them according to the number written on it by Aslan.

Aslan put down the pen and rubbed his eyebrows, feeling exhausted.

Vatini glanced at the Duke of Medea, then nodded, and asked boldly: "Little Jiu, did you give the Gator Magister a little bit more?"

Aslan slowly raised his head, glanced at Vattini, and then at the Duke of Medea.

Vattini was okay and dared to face Aslan, but Duke Medea turned his head with a guilty conscience.

"Haha!" Aslan couldn't help laughing.

"I know what you are thinking."

Aslan sat up slowly, and said one sentence: "The reason I did this is very simple. I encourage research and development and increase the enthusiasm and motivation of researchers."

"But you don't have to give so much. According to the rules of the Magic Tower in the mainland, the maximum amount that the magician can give to the subordinate magician is only 5%." Vatini reminded.

"That's why the development of the field of mainland magic research is so slow, but my Merlot city has stood at the top of the mainland from the beginning. That's why." Aslan explained carefully.

"Fortunately before, the birth of Ningshen Medicine and Douneng Medicine has made professionals more money-burning, so they value money more. After all, most magicians cannot be alone. They also have disciples and family members. If they don’t use it, it doesn’t mean they don’t use it."

"The most important thing is that it can buy people's hearts. With this income, Jiador will be richer and more confident to develop new medicines. After all, the research and development of any medicine requires a lot of money. After that, the magic tower of Jiador has entered a virtuous development cycle, and more and more new potions will appear in Merlot."

Aslan still didn't say that under the exploitation of the Ning Shen Potion and the previous magic towers, the welfare of Merlot would attract scholars and research magicians from other regions and even their kingdoms to come and go.

The emergence of any product that can be created across the ages will surely slowly change the original pattern of the world. As long as you seize the opportunity in it, you will surely make a lot of money.

For example, when the earth mobile phone just appeared, the people who invested money in the first time, the one who made money and smiled, and then the smart phone field is also the same.

The emergence of Ningshen Potion is precisely the outlet to change the pattern of magicians on the entire continent. Aslan naturally has to seize the opportunity, not only to make a big profit in the business of Ningshen Potion, but also its accompanying industrial chain will never be released. pass.

Vattini wanted to continue speaking, but was stopped by the Duke of Medea.

"Okay, everything is up to you."

Aslan nodded, stretched out, and said with a tired face: "It seems that today's harvest is not small, is there anything else? If not, I want to go to sleep."

Everyone shook their heads, and Nuomili sorted out and returned the bound drawings to Aslan.

After Aslan was thrown into the magical space, he went straight to the room, and the whole person went there, and the snoring sound came out in an instant.

Maru couldn't help laughing, but was choked back by Duke Medea's eyes.

The Duke of Medea took out the academic discussion topics two days later and let everyone see it. In these two days, the content to be exchanged was prepared, a bit like a college student submitting a paper.

Simply put, it is this kind of essay homework work that Duke Medea is comparable to a primary school student. Without relying on a group of disciples, she would not be able to complete it at all.

It's a pity that Aslan didn't see the content of this set of discussion topics, otherwise he must be full of swear words.

The Duke of Medea just lay lazily on the toffee, holding the snack potato chips that Aslan had just developed in one hand, while reading the latest newspaper in the city of magic.

Newspapers have long been popular throughout the continent, but the price is a bit expensive, so the common people look down at it, and even more can't understand them, so they tend to favor the nobles and the wealthy business class.

The Duke of Medea happened to see a story about the hidden affair between David Beckham and his female disciple, Victoria, which had been hidden for more than 30 years, which caused a large number of people to watch.

When the Duke of Medea saw the news, he couldn't help but look at the study next to him, which was where Aslan was resting.

When Aslan woke up, it was already late at night, and his stomach groaned unexpectedly.

Nuomili immediately got up to help him prepare supper, but was stopped by Aslan.

"No trouble, the teacher told me to come over."

Nuomili glanced at Aslan thoughtfully, turned over but continued to fall asleep, leaving Aslan a back directly.

Aslan smiled helplessly, but he didn't expect Nuomiri to become jealous.

After secretly kissing Nomiri on the cheek, Aslan sneaked into the Duke of Medea's room. The Duke of Medea had already prepared a supper and good red wine.

Tonight, the Duke of Medea is wearing a purple silk skirt, his hair is pulled up high, and a lady’s head is tied. The black high heels are hung on the ground where the toes are constantly beating, and they are matched with the long white lace that is no different from the long legs. Socks.

"Do you eat supper first, or eat me first," the Duke of Medea said to Aslan word by word.

How Aslan could bear it, he rushed forward and hugged the Duke of Medea high. She also took the opportunity to hug Aslan's neck. When the two wanted to sublimate, the door sounded.

The Duke of Medea frowned slightly, but the next moment the door was opened.

"Mistress Noomili! Has the teacher rested?" Natal's voice unexpectedly sounded outside the room.

The Duke of Medea glared at Aslan, and Aslan also looked shocked. As soon as the knock on the door sounded, Nuomiri opened the door directly, so he didn't have to move so fast.

"It's here! I guess I haven't rested yet, I'll call her for you." Nuomili said unhurriedly.

"I fucked!" Before Aslan's words were finished, Duke Medea pushed him directly, letting him roll directly to the bottom of the desk next to him.

The Duke of Medea pulled up the robe next to him and put it on. After all, he was dressed like this in the middle of the night, and it was not good to be seen by his disciples, especially one of her most valued disciples.

With a click, the door was opened directly.

Nuomili let go of the doorknob, and Feng Qingyun said, "I said, your teacher hasn't rested yet."