Medicine is a completely unfamiliar industry to Grammett. No businessman with a reasonable mind would think of starting a multi-front battle when his foothold is not yet stable, and would choose to pursue a new drug research and development route with unknown returns and extremely high risks.
However, Grammett left. In his words, he was a little disappointed with scholars and researchers in various regions.
So he organized a group of researchers who were interested in solving blight disease, established the initial team, and began his own research on blight disease.
"The institute that studied blight disease did not accept my donation. Most of them had other companies behind them, and I never got good news about the grass elves, so I decided to do it myself."
"I have lost Miss Skirt. At least I hope... other children who like grass elves will not have to roll a dice every time they encounter grass elves."
"I hope that I can do something in my lifetime. At least when I leave this world, I can tell her that although it is a little late, I have found a solution to your disease."
At this point, Grammit paused and asked with a smile: "Do you believe in reincarnation?"
In addition to elven beliefs, human traditional beliefs are still prevalent in this world.
Perhaps due to the deep-rooted thoughts of his previous life, Luther was unwilling to believe in the traditional beliefs of mankind.
He has seen divine beasts, their power, their terrifying power that can overturn mountains and seas, but he has never seen the gods of human belief come to this world.
Luther shook his head slowly.
"Is that so?" Grandmett was not surprised by Luther's answer. He said calmly, "But, I believe it."
"I didn't believe it before, but now I am willing to believe it. Divine beasts are illusory, and the gods that humans believe in are also illusory. I am willing to try to believe them. Otherwise, I will never have the chance to see her again."
Glenmet stood up and motioned for Luther to follow him.
Huo Yan, who was worried about Granmit, stood up and wanted to follow, but was held back by Mira.
Mira was not worried that something would happen to Luther, but directed Roseredo not far away to change some snacks for herself.
Next to Grammett's study is a spacious bedroom, and at the end of the corridor is a tight door.
Grandmit took out the key and opened it gently.
When Luther walked into the room following his footsteps, he was stunned.
The furnishings in the room are quite old, and the style seems to be back...more than twenty years ago.
Miss Kuo'er's dolls are placed in every corner of the room. Even the wind chimes on the window are in Miss Kuo'er's style. The patterns printed on the quilts and the table lamps are all skirts that Luther sees.
Looks like a young lady.
If it were another person, Luther would have thought that this was something that a lady in skirts could do with a lot of control.
However, paired with this retro-style furnishings and the only picture on the very old desk with no pattern, Luther sighed sadly.
In the photo, it is the unusually young Grammett, posing with a lady in a skirt.
Outside the photo, Grandmett's hair has grown white on her temples, and her skin has some wrinkles. She is no longer youthful.
Once upon a time, Luther was shocked by the feathers falling from the sky, and shed tears because of the thousands-year-long bond between Luoyu Town and the flying elves, and the mutual watchful relationship.
Looking at this room now, he didn't know what to say.
A small world that projects all the yearnings and best memories of a man. Grammett seems to have sealed all the best things here, greedily wanting to return to that time that cannot be returned at all.
"I promised her back then that as long as I had money, I would give her a new home, a much larger room, and all the things with her image on it would fill the room..."
"Now I did it, but it's a bit too late." Grandmit's expression was calm, but the tears in his eyes betrayed him.
"In the last research and development, all shareholders and investors withdrew their investment in me and chose other teams without any results or breakthroughs."
"I know, that's because I have no reputation and no one can endorse me." Granmett said, "It's easier for a trainer with a picture book to gain the trust of strangers than a trainer without a picture book. As a trainer, you should
clear."
Luther nodded. The illustrated book serves as an endorsement, telling others that you are a person with an innocent identity who is favored by the regional research institute.
"Research breakthroughs do not happen overnight. Many new drugs and vaccines often take several years or even ten years to successfully develop. In this process, investors and shareholders will inevitably be disappointed with the prospects of research and development and withdraw their investment."
"In terms of investment, this kind of withdrawal will cause panic, make the outside world generally look down on your prospects, and form a stampede to flee..."
Granmit clenched his fist and said unwillingly: "In Kalos, I have been generally looked down upon by people in the circle, so I had no choice but to go to other regions, and in the end I chose Sinnoh."
"I am working hard to cooperate with famous families and companies in Sinnoh to pick up my old business again and develop peripherals related to elf pets, so as to ensure that I have funds to stably invest in research and development."
"But this is not enough. I need a necessary shot of cardiotonic. I need someone to help me when the research and development is on the verge of collapse!"
Luther sighed: "So your original intention is not to buy land at all. It doesn't matter whether you go to the island or not. The most important thing is an opportunity to get in touch with people like Sirona."
Granmit nodded heavily, and then looked at Luther with hopeful eyes: "Four million, give me a chance."
Luther closed his eyes, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and shook his head: "I refuse."
Grandmit was stunned and gritted his teeth: "My current working capital is thirteen million. In order to ensure emergency, I need to leave four million, and the remaining nine million will be given to you!"
"I refuse."
"Why?" Granmit couldn't help but growl.
Luther glanced at Granmett coldly. Realizing that he had lost his temper, Granmett adjusted his breathing and said sorry.
Looking at the girl in the skirt with a bright smile in the photo, Luther said calmly: "The way you do things gave me preconceptions about my displeasure and doubts about you."
"I know you want to use the vase to lure me out behind the scenes, but... I hate this kind of silent approach."
Luther was a little irritable for no reason.
I don't know whether it was because of hearing this story or seeing Miss Quer's smile that I felt a little irritated.
"You really have something wrong with your brain. As you grow older, do you become less able to speak human words?"
"If you were to discuss and inquire with me seriously and sincerely, would I feel as knotty in my heart as I do now?"
"With so many twists and turns, it's hard for me to trust you!"