In Duke Medea's suite, Aslan was drawing drawings in full swing. When Duke Medea returned with people, Aslan's table was already full of drawings.
Ma Liu subconsciously picked up one and read it. It contained densely packed magic circuits and magic values.
She could understand each of them separately, but together, she couldn't understand them at all.
Nomeli stretched out his hand to take back the drawings, and arranged them neatly according to the numbers Aslan wrote on them.
Aslan put down his pen and rubbed his eyebrows, his whole body exuding a sense of exhaustion.
Vatini glanced at Duke Medea, saw him nodding, and boldly asked: "Xiaojiu, did you give too much to Magister Gador?"
Aslan slowly raised his head, glanced at Vatini, and then looked at Duke Medea.
Vatini was lucky enough to dare to face Aslan, but Duke Medea turned her head away with a guilty conscience.
"Haha!" Aslan couldn't help laughing.
"I know what you are thinking."
Aslan slowly sat up and said in one sentence: "The reason why I do this is very simple. It is to encourage research and development and increase the enthusiasm and motivation of researchers."
"But you don't have to give that much. According to the rules of the mainland magic tower, the maximum share the magister gives to his subordinate magicians is only 5%." Watini reminded.
"That's why the development of magic research in the mainland is so slow, but my city of Mero has been at the top of the continent from the beginning. This is the reason." Aslan explained carefully.
"It was okay in the past, but now the advent of the Calming Potion and the Fighting Potion has made professionals more money-hungry, so they will pay more attention to money. After all, most magicians cannot be alone. They also have disciples and families.
Just because you can’t use it doesn’t mean they can’t use it.”
"The most important thing is that it can win people's hearts. With this profit, Jiaduoer will be richer and more confident to develop new medicines. After all, the research and development of any medicine requires a lot of money. In this way,
Go, Jadore's Magic Tower will enter a virtuous development cycle, and more and more new potions will appear in Mero City from now on."
What Aslan didn't say yet was that due to the exploitation of the tranquilizing potion and the magic tower in the past, the welfare of Mero City would attract scholars and research magicians from other areas, and even their kingdoms, to come and seek refuge.
The emergence of any product that can transcend the times will surely slowly change the original pattern of the world. As long as you seize the opportunity, you will definitely make a lot of money.
For example, when the earth mobile phone first appeared, those who invested money in it immediately made a lot of money. Then the same is true in the field of smart phones.
The emergence of the Ningshen Potion is the beginning of a change in the pattern of magicians on the entire continent. Aslan naturally wants to seize the opportunity. Not only does he want to make a lot of money from the Ningshen Potion business, but he will never let go of the industrial chain that comes with it.
Pass.
Vatini wanted to continue speaking, but was stopped by Duke Medea.
"Okay, everything is up to you."
Aslan nodded, stretched, and said with a tired look on his face: "It seems that I have gained a lot today. Is there anything else? If not, I want to go to bed."
Everyone shook their heads, and Nomeli returned the compiled and bound drawings to Aslan.
After Aslan was thrown into the magic space, he went directly to the room, and the sound of snoring could be heard instantly.
Malu couldn't help laughing, but was choked back by Duke Medea's look.
Duke Medea took out the academic discussion topics for two days and let everyone see them. During these two days, he prepared the content to be communicated, a bit like college students handing in papers.
To put it simply, Duke Medea is comparable to a primary school student in this kind of essay assignment. She simply cannot complete it without relying on a group of disciples.
It's a pity that Aslan didn't see the content of this discussion topic, otherwise he would have been full of swear words.
Duke Medea was lying lazily on the taffy chair, holding the snack potato chips that Aslan had just developed in one hand, while reading the latest newspaper from the Magic City.
Newspapers have long been popular throughout the continent, but they are a bit expensive, so civilians simply look down on them, and even more cannot understand them, so they prefer aristocrats and wealthy businessmen.
The Duke of Medea happened to see the revelation of an affair that had been hidden for more than thirty years between the great wizard Beckham and his female disciple Victoria, which attracted a large number of people to watch.
When Duke Medea saw the news, he couldn't help but look to the study next to him, which was where Aslan rested.
When Aslan woke up, it was already late at night, and his stomach was growling unsatisfactorily.
Nomiri immediately stood up and wanted to help him prepare midnight snacks, but was stopped by Aslan.
"Don't bother, the teacher asked me to come over."
Nomiri glanced at Aslan thoughtfully, then turned over and continued to sleep, leaving Aslan with his back.
Aslan smiled helplessly, but he didn't expect Nomeli to be jealous too.
After secretly kissing Nomeli on the cheek, Aslan sneaked into Duke Medea's room. Duke Medea had already prepared a midnight snack and fine red wine.
Tonight, Duke Medea is wearing a purple silk skirt, her hair is pulled up high, and she has a ladylike hairstyle. Her black high-heeled shoes are hanging on the ground where her toes are constantly tapping, and she is paired with a long white lace gown that is the same color as her long legs.
socks.
"Would you like to eat your late-night snack first, or eat me first?" Duke Medea said to Aslan word by word.
How could Aslan endure it, he rushed forward and hugged Duke Medea high. She also hugged Aslan's neck. When the two of them were about to sublime, the door sounded.
Duke Medea frowned slightly, but the next moment the door was opened.
"Waittress Nomiri! Teacher, have you taken a break?" Natal's voice sounded outside the room.
Duke Medea glared at Aslan, and Aslan also looked shocked. The knock on the door had just sounded, and Nomeli opened the door directly. There was no need to be so fast.
"Here she is! She probably hasn't rested yet, so I'll call her for you." Nomeli said calmly.
"I'm fucked!" Before Aslan could finish his words, Duke Medea pushed him directly and made him roll directly under the desk next to him.
Duke Medea pulled up the robe next to her and put it on. After all, dressing like this in the middle of the night would have a negative impact on being seen by her disciples, especially one of her most valued disciples.
With a click, the door opened directly.
Nomeili let go of the door handle and said calmly, "I told you, your teacher hasn't had a break yet."