Most alchemists are actually as arrogant and conservative as magicians. They all have the habit of passing down the lineage. Among them, the most senior alchemists are called titled alchemists. Their existence is the real threat to magicians.
They are generally the elders of the Alchemy Guild. They have a high class status and possess one or several technologies that can change the power structure. They are the focus of the major forces to win over.
Only alchemists who are not well-known often communicate with others, but their level is too low. In fact, in essence, their contribution to alchemy is not great.
Most of the remaining alchemists are registered in the Alchemy Guild, and then work for various family forces. Alchemy itself is a luxurious act. Without the support of the nobles, it is basically difficult to achieve anything.
There is also a kind of alchemists who call themselves inheritors. This group of people is very special. They all have the same characteristics. They are all tired of the power struggle among the forces and live in seclusion in the mountains and forests. They all strive for the cause of alchemy. In order to be like
Magicians use magic freely to work hard. Their alchemy is generally at a medium level or reaches a bottleneck state. They need to communicate with people of the same level, so they form teams or strongholds to discuss and make progress together.
Like Matthews' stronghold.
However, these so-called inheritors are not as selfless as they claim. The relationship between each stronghold is very subtle. Although they are all alchemists, people from the two strongholds may have different personalities due to incompatible personalities or personal conflicts.
Even though they knew that each other's technologies could complement each other and that they might enter a new field, they were unwilling to cooperate.
More often than not, they keep their research content secret, and only show it off to others unless they have a particularly big breakthrough. From this perspective, they are more like a competitive relationship.
So Moni is not worried at all that they will leak the news about the scales obtained from Ling Fei, unless one of the strongholds takes the lead in developing artificial magic rune technology.
But even then, other strongholds will hide the fact that they purchased scales from Ling Fei and are also researching the same technology for the sake of face. Otherwise, it will mean that their skills are inferior to others. This is their absolute
Intolerable things.
From Moni's point of view, the competitiveness of these alchemists sometimes seems more like swallowing broken teeth for the sake of face, which is quite sad.
Sure enough, Ling Fei's appearance was strongly welcomed by all the strongholds, and Ling Fei also gained the favor of all the alchemists. Ling Fei and Mo Ni cooperated with each other, repeated their old tricks, and almost robbed a fortune from nearly twenty strongholds.
Unimaginable wealth.
For Ling Fei and Moni, this result is acceptable to both parties. Moni got the magic restoration potion he wanted, and he could also see more than 20 jokes about the alchemy stronghold. This is a good thing for a magician.
There is nothing happier than this, even more than watching Ling Fei suffer.
Ling Fei, on the other hand, thought more about it. He knew that his unexpected behavior this time might be a spark that would ignite something in the coming years, three years, five years, or ten years, or even longer.
One day, this spark will surely burn into a sea of fire, and then completely sweep across the entire continent, changing the future direction of the Rhea continent.
Or maybe Momo's science and technology will sprout faster than his scattered seeds.
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If the city of Minster is the fastest-growing economic port city in the central continent, then the city of Popo is the real holy land of commerce and trade in the central continent. It can be said that it is also the economic and financial center of the entire Rhea continent.
Of course, in addition to the slow development of the western continent and the rapid development of the eastern continent, this is also directly related to the location.
Just imagine, in a city that develops under the eyes of the ruler, how many businesses can be done and how many businesses cannot be done.
Popo City does not have these worries. It can be said that under the obstruction of the natural chasm of the Held Desert and the huge ocean, the influence of the nine apostles of Rhea Continent on Popo City has been weakened to the extreme. As a local
The city lord and nobles seemed to be very satisfied with the current situation of the prosperous Popo City, so Popo City became a country that nominally belonged to the sanctuary of the nine apostles, but in fact it was more like an autonomous country.
But one thing is a fact recognized by all the nobles and city lords. No matter how Popo City changes, they will not touch the bottom line of the apostles' desire for dominance. It is precisely because they wisely always admit that they are ruled by the nine apostles.
Only then will their behavior be acquiesced.
"This is the legendary city that never sleeps, Popo City?"
Two weather-beaten travelers stood outside the huge city gate full of vicissitudes of life and majesty, and one of them said with emotion.
Judging from their appearance, they were covered in dust, and it was obvious that they had come here from all walks of life. The guards guarding the gate liked that the country bumpkins from outside looked at this ten thousand-year-old building with a look that was almost like a pilgrimage, as if they were there too.
Same as Yourongyan.
Another person whose face was covered said sarcastically:
"Bumpkin, this broken city gate is nothing. When you see the real city that never sleeps, will your jaw drop?"
With that said, he took the lead and walked towards the city gate.
She is actually a woman. From her tone, she seems to know Bobo City very well.
But the next moment, the people passing by realized that she was just a country bumpkin, bragging. She didn't even know the city tax, but she still had the nerve to shout about it. People's eyes were filled with contempt and ridicule.
Two giant axes stretched out from both sides and met each other in the air, making a dull metallic sound, blocking the woman's path forward.
The leader of the gatekeeper looked unhappy and scolded:
"Where do these country bumpkins come from? They don't even pay taxes, but they dare to go straight to the city. Do they know the rules?"
The woman asked in astonishment: "City tax? What is that? I have lived here for twenty years and I have never paid it. When was this the new rule?"
"Oh, you are still holding on. This is five thousand years old, and you actually say you don't know it after living for twenty years?" Someone laughed in a low voice.
