"It's almost settled, but there are two areas that are more troublesome. The buyers are still holding on to the price and won't let go. I'm sending people to negotiate with them. I think there will be good news in a while."
Renwell looked respectful, but there was still a bit of pride in his eyes. He had always wanted to prove that in addition to his magical talent, he was also a good family manager, so in this real estate deal, he
It has been as perfect as possible. In just one day, five properties with a total value of more than 180,000 gold coins were disposed of, and in such an urgent situation, the family still did not suffer too much loss.
When Cromwell thought about it, even if his father took action himself, it would be difficult to do better than him.
"Idiot!" But what was waiting for him was Old Merlin's angry roar. The wine glass in the old man's hand fell to the floor again. Amid his rapid breathing, the finger pointing at Cromwell was trembling slightly: "Who let it happen?
Did you negotiate with them? Who gave you the right to negotiate with them? Do you know that this is a matter of life and death for the Merlin family! In such a matter, you actually dare to make an independent decision. You
Do you still take this old man like me seriously?"
"Father..." Cromwell was completely stunned. Old Merlin's anger was like a stick in the dark, completely blinding Cromwell. For a moment, grievances came to his heart, but he was stunned.
I stood there speechless for a long time.
"Hey..." After all, he was his biological son. After scolding him, Matthews' anger subsided a little. The old man sighed helplessly: "Why don't you think about it? If it wasn't for time,
If it is too tight, how can I sell the property in the center of the city? Do you think that our Merlin family will still be short of money? What we are short of now is time! The time left for us is really too short, only two days.
The thirty bottles of arcane potions will be auctioned in two days. It would be nice if it were a few days later, so that I can deal with a few more properties, so that the chance of winning at the auction will be greater..."
"But..." Cromwell didn't expect that old Merlin would make such a big determination this time: "Are these thirty bottles of arcane potions really that important to our Merlin family? Even without these potions
, we already have forty magicians of level five or above. With this kind of strength, except for the magic guild, no one in Garros can match it. Why are we still fighting for these thirty bottles of arcane potions?"
"Hmph..." Old Merlin rolled his eyes and looked at Cromwell with a bit of anger: "I told you not to get so close to those old guys in the family.
Why don't you listen? Look what they have taught you, these short-sighted things... forty magicians of level five or above... they just look beautiful! With these thirty bottles of arcane potions, we have
There will be seventy real magicians, not some ridiculous magic apprentices!"
Speaking of this, old Merlin's eyes revealed a hint of murderous intent: "And have you ever thought about what would happen to the Merlin family if these arcane potions fell into the hands of other families?"
Old Merlin's words made Cromwell fall into deep thought. He stood there blankly, carefully savoring the meaning of his father's words. Cromwell was not an idiot. After a while, he began to gradually grasp the meaning of his words.
At the critical moment, Cromwell felt a coldness in his hands and feet. He opened his mouth to speak, but felt that his throat was extremely dry: "You...you mean...the status of the Merlin family...will be...by other forces."
replace?"
"Well." Old Merlin's face looked a little heavy: "These thirty bottles of arcane potions may be an opportunity or a disaster for the Merlin family..."
"I understand Father!"
"In the past two days, in addition to disposing of the property as soon as possible, you'd better visit the Magic Guild more often. If you can ask about the origin of these arcane potions, that would be great. Even if you can't,
You must also establish a good relationship with the Magic Guild first. This time, I am afraid they have really hired a pharmacy master. When you go, take those fourteenth-level spells from your family with you. Gregor should be able to understand me.
It means..." Old Merlin's voice sounded a little disappointed: "From now on, the Magic Guild will no longer be the Magic Guild before..."
"Okay, I'll do it right away!"
"Wait..." Cromwell was about to go out, but old Merlin stopped him again: "I heard a few days ago that you had some trouble with the Magic Guild because of a young magician?"
"This matter... I can explain this matter..." What he did behind the scenes was exposed by old Merlin on the spot, and Cromwell couldn't help but look a little panicked.
"How much do you know about that young magician?" Judging from the look on old Merlin's face, he didn't mean much to blame.
"I know something." Cromwell felt a little reassured, and then he said: "This magician is called Fei Lei. I met him when he was in the Sunset Mountains. At that time, he encountered a two-legged flying dragon. I took action.
I saved him, but not only was this man ungrateful, he also tried to deal with me again and again. Later, I heard that he had joined the Magic Guild, and I wanted Greg to teach him a lesson..."
"How is the strength?"
"About level six."
"Just an insignificant little person." Old Merlin shook his head: "Your fault is that you shouldn't have let Grean know. This time you go, try to win over him first. If you can't win over you, then..."
As he spoke, his skinny fingers passed under his neck, making a kill gesture.
"Remember, if you want to do something, you have to do it cleanly."
"clear!"
Although he was scolded, Cromwell was in a happy mood when he left Old Merlin's study. What he could only do in secret was unexpectedly approved by Old Merlin, which made Cromwell very happy.
For Renwell, it was definitely more important than anything else. With the powerful support of the Merlin family, killing a low-level magician was easier than squeezing an ant to death.
As for trying to win over... Cromwell has never even thought about such a thing. As long as he takes out those fourteenth-level spells, even Grean has to look at him differently. Why does he need to win over a down-and-out person?