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Chapter 177

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Old Fulin looked at Dudian: "You don't seem surprised."

Dudian smiled: "Why should I be surprised?"

"Alchemists are evil and dark existences. Even the knights are loyal to the aristocracy. Isn't it surprising that they have dealings with these evil and dirty guys?" Old Fulin looked at him.

Dudian faintly smiled: "Everyone has a dark side. I believe that even the Pope of Light has his own secrets. So there is nothing to be surprised about. If there is no dirty means, then how can you live well? After all, the world's resources are limited. If you live well, then it means that there are people who live poorly. They will naturally try to take away your life."

Old Fulin silently looked at him: "Did you learn all this in prison?"

"It's a very simple rule. Everyone knows it. There is nothing to learn." Dudian indifferently said: "Do you know which aristocrats have alchemists working for them?"

Old Fulin looked at him and sighed: "There are too many. Basically all the upper class aristocrats have some relationship with the dark church or alchemists. The military is no exception."

"Do you know who the alchemists behind the Milan and Burong families are?" Dudian asked again.

Old Fulin shook his head: "I don't know about this. Communication between alchemists and families is extremely secretive. In addition to the patriarch's most trusted confidants, even the children of the family may not know about it, let alone outsiders. However, if you want to know more about it, you can find clues from various industries of the family. Alchemists help the aristocrats develop new products and sell them. If you can find someone who has joined the dark church, then you can trace the identity of the alchemist. Of course, it will cost a lot of gold coins. "

Dudian's eyes lit up: "Does the Holy Church know about the secret communication between the aristocrats and the alchemists?"

"They are not fools. Of course they know about it." Old Fulin sighed: "Although the Holy Church is powerful and has a wide range of believers, but they still rely on the aristocrats. If the economic system of the aristocracy collapses, then the losses to the civilians will be greater. Then it will cause a series of chain reactions. In our circle, it is called a currency storm. Once it happens, it will even lead to riots in various regions. This is what the Holy Church doesn't want to see."

Dudian knew that the currency storm was similar to the financial crisis of the old era: "So the Holy Church is turning a blind eye?"

"Not really." Old Fulin shook his head: "If there is no conclusive evidence, then it will lead to a collective backlash from other aristocrats. That's why the Holy Church is afraid of the Holy Church. Although they know that most aristocrats have contacts with the alchemists, they have no way to trace it because they don't have any evidence in their hands. Even an ancient family like the Mel will be annihilated!"

Dudian's eyes narrowed. It seemed that he had underestimated the power of the Holy Church.

"Does your family have their own shop in the Yard town?" Dudian changed the topic.

Old Fulin was surprised: "Do you want to borrow it?"

"Well, I'll borrow it for a period of time. I'll return it to you at the rental price."

"What are you going to do with it?" Old Fulin looked at him suspiciously.

"Sell things." There was a touch of smile on Dean's face: "I happen to know an alchemist. It can be regarded as a way to make money for our consortium. What do you think?"

"Do you know an alchemist?" Old Fulin's pupils shrank as he looked at him in surprise: "How do you know him? Weren't you in prison before? "

"This is my private matter. Don't ask about it." Dudian reminded.

Old Fulin looked at him in bewilderment. He finally gave up and asked: "What faction does this alchemist friend belong to?"

Dudian was a little surprised. He didn't expect the old man to know so much about alchemists.: "He belongs to the 'material' faction. He gave me an alchemy recipe. Tomorrow I'll go and collect the materials to make it. I should be able to make a lot of money."

Old Fulin was relieved. Nobles liked to deal with alchemists from the 'material' faction. They didn't need to be polite to them like potioneers. They didn't need to be afraid of them like alchemists from the 'life' faction.

"Is this the gift you gave me?" Old Fulin sighed: "I didn't expect you to have such a background. What is the level of this alchemist?"

"Very high." Dudian replied briefly.

Old Fulin didn't hear the difference in Dudian's words: "Very high. If it is a two-star or three-star alchemist then our Ryan family may be able to turn over a little. At least we won't be powerless in the face of suppression from other consortia."

Dudian faintly smiled as he saw that Old Fulin was still probing for specific information: "It's getting late. I should go back."

Old Fulin couldn't see any thoughts from Dudian's expression: "His face didn't change when he heard about a three-star alchemist. Even if he isn't a three-star alchemist, he should be a two-star alchemist." Old Fulin was happy as he thought of a plan.





The next day.

Dudian went to several nearby towns to buy yellow phosphorus, wood, red phosphorus and other materials. He went to a more remote town and rented a small workshop with a gold coin. Then he moved the purchased materials to the workshop.

In the process, Dudian thought that Old Fulin would send someone to follow him. He didn't expect to smell anyone along the way. He immediately remembered that Old Fulin was aware of his magic marks ability through the Mellon consortium. So he didn't do anything in vain.

It was afternoon when the materials were ready. Dudian thought of the consortium's opening party in the evening. He stopped what he was doing and prepared to go to the slave market tomorrow to hire a few workers to start the work.

The night came quickly.

After a whole day of decorating, the Ryan Castle had become a lot livelier. The lamp oil on the walls had all been replaced with the more valuable white fat oil. The light was bright when it burned, and it didn't have any strange smell, it even had a faint fragrance.

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