Let’s briefly go back to yesterday.
"What? The White Tower and the Alchemist Association want to collaborate with ?"
Louis frowned slightly.
He had no communication with the White Tower and the Alchemist Association.
Especially with the White Tower, he was reluctant to interact with this organization that once used him as a human experint subject.
It was the first ti Olivia saw such a troubled expression on Louis’ face in this lifeti.
"Oh right, he doesn’t like dealing with the White Tower."
A small light bulb slowly lit up on the little swan’s forehead.
"Sister Wang, what do they want with Louis?"
"Surely, they don’t want to borrow his sli digestion ability, right?"
Lumira tugged on Olivia’s sleeve from behind.
My little princess, could you stop talking?
His Highness Louis is originally an experintal subject; how could he possibly send his magical pet for experintation?
Aren’t you just offending him?
However, no sooner had the words fallen, Beatrice laughed and pinched her face in surprise:
"Who told you this news, Olivia."
Mages and alchemists had difficult dealings with the extre environntalist druids.
Mages needed to conduct magic experints, and alchemists needed to refine alchemy and dicine.
Both were major consurs of magic materials and significant producers of waste.
In this world of magical prosperity, handling magic waste was also a big problem.
The White Tower settled in the Imperial Capital back then because the Imperial Capital had advanced waste treatnt facilities.
But!
Now the entire National Waste Disposal Plant is in a semi-reimbursed state.
And predictably, until new equipnt can be procured from the Superior Forest here in the Imperial Capital, handling magic waste will beco a major problem.
"...So, the White Tower and the Alchemist Association plan to allocate so funds and ask your Limuru to help them out."
Louis was sowhat shocked as he turned to look at the little swan.
No way, little swan, are you really a genius?
Otherwise, why did you imdiately figure out their plan?
The little swan’s nose was almost pointing skyward.
"Wow, showing off in front of the Magic Country feels amazing!"
The next second, she wanted to secretly poke Louis’ nerves again:
"Since it’s the White Tower and the Alchemist Association, they must be offering a lot, right?"
Wakakaka, what a joke, dealing with trash and they’re stingy with money.
They’d definitely be tight-fisted...
Beatrice said with a smile:
"Indeed, I didn’t expect them to be so generous; they’re willing to offer 30,000 gold coins for the treatnt fee."
"Young Master Duo?"
The little swan’s mouth gaped slightly.
Her mind went blank.
"Is magic waste disposal that expensive now?"
"Where’s it expensive? Don’t talk nonsense, okay? It’s hard to update the waste disposal facilities once every five years in the Superior Forest.
Your Highness, don’t speak randomly, the long ears are almost giving us their hearts."
A sarcastic voice ca, startling Louis and Olivia.
"Holy crap, who are you, old man!"
Louis, seeing an old man with a white beard suddenly appear beside him, instinctively drew his sword.
But after seeing Beatrice’s helpless smile, he didn’t slash at him.
The maid beside Beatrice said coldly:
"Lord Gandalf, next ti when entering the Minister of the Seal’s office, please rember to knock the door, don’t use spatial jumping."
The old man chuckled awkwardly, knowing he was at fault.
Yet, he still couldn’t control his mouth, prattling on:
"Hey! Sotis the White Tower needs to find its own reasons, okay?
Have research funds increased in all these years, have they managed their business well?
The long-eared equipnt has been the sa price all these years, I’m about to lose my mind!"
Louis couldn’t help but chi in:
"Then have they bent the knee?"
Darn, could it be a fellow countryman?
"What ’Lee’? I usually kneel on a washboard at ho, not on fruits."
White-bearded Gandalf gave Louis a disappointing answer with his actual actions.
"Plums are quite tasty, it would be a sha to kneel them to mush."
Louis: ...
Alright, perhaps he was overthinking it.
Louis’ eyes welled up slightly.
Greed was taking over.
Ten, hundred, thousand...
30,000 gold coins?
Three small targets?
Now he just has to nod to agree?
No, no!
Why is he getting red-eye in another world as well?
Wait?
Is it who’s taking the money?
Then that’s fine!
The power of the great sin of greed began to burgeon within him.
Every cell was howling.
Get this money!
Get more money!
Get all of their money!
Louis’s eyes were red like a rabbit’s.
He was drenched in sweat.
He thought he could resist the temptation, but now it seed he was mistaken.
That was because it wasn’t enough!
More!
More!
Oh right, these mages don’t seem so friendly towards elves and druids...
Doesn’t that an?! Hiss!
His mouth moved faster than his mind:
"I can help you deal with this batch of magical waste."
"But don’t you consider tackling the technical challenges of waste disposal facilities?"
"This... Lord Gandalf, our Ense should also have its own highly efficient waste disposal equipnt."
"Old mage, having a sword and not using it is not the sa as not having one!"
This old mage, whose na is quite a point of ridicule, fell into deep thought:
"Having a sword and not using it, is it the sa as not having one...?"
But wanting to surpass the technology of the elves, how difficult it is!
If it were so easy to surpass, countries wouldn’t allow such a big cake to be taken by the elves.
However, under the stimulation of greed, Louis’s mind was operating at its peak, instantly seeing through the key, and said with devilish persuasion:
"Mage, if you can’t catch up on the path they’ve paved, why not consider overtaking on a bend?"
"Have you seen my sli? How do you think its digestive ability compares to the elves’ equipnt?"
The old mage’s body trembled:
"It’s even better than their best equipnt!"
Louis seized the opportunity: "But what if I told you that its fast digestion is not purely due to its individual traits but is replicable?"
Louis glanced at Beatrice.
Beatrice gave a gentle smile:
"Lord Gandalf has the clearance to know information about the giant sli."
"That’s truly... wonderful!"
But Louis didn’t realize at all, covered by his helt, that at this mont his face clearly carried an indescribable intoxication and madness.
Just like a drunkard slling sweet wine, or Gorante sniffing the fragrance of money.
"The terrifying digestive power of the giant sli, coupled with the dragon’s unique pseudo-spells ’Iron Stomach’ and ’Pica’, this is the essence of Limuru’s digestive ability."
A re dragon couldn’t do it.
A re giant sli couldn’t do it.
But combined, they can produce an enormous chemical reaction.
However, discovering the essence of this digestive ability is inseparable from the [Greed Dominator].
Only soone like Louis, who directly comprehended Limuru’s power essence as a "Dominator", could easily uncover the logic within.
This ti, the White Robe Mage couldn’t hold back anymore.
He revealed a cold yet resolute smile:
"Really?"
"Absolutely true!"
"I’ll agree to this on behalf of the White Tower; what the elves do, can’t we humans do?"
The old mage, was ignited.
Then, he naturally gave the response Louis most anticipated.
"30,000 gold coins as a eting gift."
"His Highness Louis, if the subsequent technical path is fundantally validated, your sli, no, our esteed Lord Limuru, please spare so ti to cooperate with our research!"
"The Alchemist Association will be more than happy to lend a hand."
"If we can overco the challenges..."
"300,000!"
"Within a year at most, we will bring you an order worth 300,000 gold coins!"
The little swan’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Red-eye disease 1!
It was also at the mont of hearing this news.
Louis felt the influence brought by the [great sin of greed] vanish in an instant, a floating happiness spread through every cell.
Yet swiftly followed by a sense of tastelessness.
After the excitent entered sage mode, he suddenly realized that these 30 small goals seed unspendable?
...
[Location: Adventurer Guild]
When Louis picked up a few things Alice could know and told her.
Without any surprises.
Red-eye disease 2!
Alice gritted her teeth and said: "Put your helt on, or I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist."
"Resist what?"
"Robbing you!"
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