"Did you buy it?"
When this greeting spread among the mages, no one could have predicted what would happen.
"I had a dream yesterday. I dreamed that my ancestor sent me a message. This time, it's definitely going to be red, blue, red, purple, black, and white!"
Did that sound rather difficult to understand? Each color represented a choice. This was nothing more than an alternative combination of numbers, which was quite easy to understand.
Yes, this was the lottery. Apart from some random archmage who didn't know how to play the game, who else would think of selling the lottery in a magical fantasy world to make money?
And this brat who received a message from his ancestor was just like a lottery addict who received his deceased grandfather's relic and decided to gamble his entire fortune on a single number.
Of course, compared to all sorts of insider trading, the winner of the lottery in a certain dimension might even be the organizer of the lottery. I was quite kind, so I probably thought of a way to swindle 30% of the total prize money.
What? Not kind? Actually, compared to some of my peers, I was already quite kind.
And the winner wouldn't just receive gold coins. After all, there were quite a few mages who didn't lack money. Precious magical ingredients, limited edition items from Thorn Garden, Justice Points, and even the chance to inherit the legacy of an Emblematic Truth level archmage were all invested into the prize pool. Naturally, the mages were unable to maintain their composure.
The winning rate of the previous few lotteries was also deliberately adjusted. Quite a number of people won the consolation prize, the limited edition Iron Horse No. 8. The winners happily rode their new mount, nicknamed Red Lightning, and raced around, driving some enthusiasts into a frenzy.
What was Red Lightning? It was a modified version of Iron Horse # 7 with just a layer of red paint …
What? Even if the upgraded version was quite a scam … I was actually quite kind. At the very least, I didn't make it seem like changing the color of the Iron Horse's shell was a limited edition, and I even changed its name!
Fine then, I was a scammer. Were there any successful merchants in this day and age who weren't scammers? At the very least, I provided entertainment and made money, which also made enthusiasts happy.
And some things would be difficult to stop once they started. This was especially true for the "simple" locals. Once they started buying, how could they possibly stop … Once they really fell for the trap, the prize money became secondary. The excitement and anticipation of winning the lottery was the most fascinating part.
And this was only the beginning. The more I used the same kind of excitement, the more numb I would become. I would need to constantly introduce new projects.
"Who do you think will win this time? Is it the Goldtooth Brothers' Super Apollo, or the Mana Storm Brothers' Crazy Gear-07? "
"I think it should be the same as last time. Both sides will explode into the sky before they reach the end. Damn it, who could have won the last time? I bet on the dwarf, and I ended up losing a lot of money."
"Hmph, you guys don't know the temperament of those engineers at all. Last time, I bet that both sides would not reach the finish line. That's three times the odds! But it's a pity that I'm still too conservative. Otherwise, I could earn more … "
"F * ck, you've already crushed such a weird result. What's there to be conservative about?"
"I was actually very hesitant at that time. At that time, I should have bet that both parties would not walk half the distance. That's nine times the odds!"
"Impressive. Next time, we'll follow you to buy. "
"By the way, did you hear? No one made it to the finish line this time. The odds are now 1: 0.8. What a scam. But it seems like I can only press it there. "
"Hmph, are you guys stupid? I heard that both sides were so angry that they spent a lot of effort to improve it. Also, Blue Tower's Iron Horse is participating. Do you think no one will make it to the finish line? "
"How come I've never heard of this before? What a scam! The organizers are so sly! "
Gnome vs. Gnome (I have to say, the card with the same name is really a scam) was the most popular competition recently. Gnome engineers and gnome engineers would assemble all sorts of racing cars and race over obstacles. At the same time, both sides could interfere with each other. It was common for them to throw rockets and mini bombs at each other, and whichever side reached first would win.
But since both sides fought for real at the end of the last competition, they were both blown up into the sky. Many people were dissatisfied with the lack of a victor, so this time, they joined the Iron Horse team. Although their equipment was far slower than the engineers' standard Iron Horses, as long as the other engineers self-destructed and blew each other up along the way, the Iron Horse team would naturally become the sole champion. That was why after the news spread, the Iron Horse team actually became the hottest topic of discussion. But …
"What are the odds like? What's the best way to earn the most? "
"The gnomes are the least favored. They'll blow up at least a few times along the way. The most favored team is Blue Tower's Iron Horse team. If they win, the odds are too low. We'll basically be working for them this time. "
"Alright, give Golden Tooth and the others the newest stabilizer engine and loosen up the gears for Mana Storm. This time, the gnomes will be the winner. Right, is the new project ready? "
"Of course! Gnomes vs. Dwarves 2: Hot Air Balloon Airship vs. Battle Helicopter! It's about to go on sale!"
"Yep, do more publicity for me. Sell more tickets for the same season. Make preparations to scam money — er, sell tickets. But remember that only Gold and above can be pilots. According to the way they play, those who aren't strong enough will be killed sooner or later. Is there any news from the other mage organizations? "
Every time the tickets for the Iron Horse team (which were only available for Luxury-Class seats and above) were made into special cards for raffle sales. There was also a promotion where anyone who bought a set of these cards would receive a free Iron Horse. Of course, since two of the numbered cards didn't even have two digits, this lucky draw game, which seemed like anyone who bought a high-class ticket, actually hadn't given out many free prizes yet.
"There are some mage organizations that have opinions about this competition, but there's basically no one who's protesting. After all, there's too little entertainment in this world, and everyone's too free. Even those who aren't participating in the competition can join in on the fun. Still, there are quite a few who want to participate. But, they want to be able to use their own mounts, such as Phantom Horses or Hell Walkers. "
"… Let them participate next time. I've already prepared the advertising slogan, 'Mage Rangers who are avenging the failed Blue Tower.' But, we need to test them beforehand. We need to test their speed and natural talent abilities first. Don't create another Dragon Knight or Frost Giant, or else there'll be no profit at all! "
The first few rounds allowed the other participants to participate freely. This continued until a top-level summoner participated and summoned a flying SemiDragon that flattened the gnome's flying car, and a Frost Giant kicked the gnome pilot away. (Magic Storm in the Sky: Don't use your stinky boots to kick gnomes, and don't kick gnome mechas away!) In order to make the competition less suspenseful, the competition began limiting the number of participants and announcing all the participants' information beforehand.
"But no matter who wins, we'll be the ones who make the most profit in the end."
From a certain standpoint, this was indeed a very problematic way of manipulating the match. Since they were already shamelessly gambling, it didn't seem like it would be a big deal if they were shamelessly fixing the match. But based on my usual understanding, good things wouldn't last long.
"The Mystical Blade's tax department is here again. They want to audit our accounts."
"Tsk, these scavenger birds have such sharp noses. Tell them that this isn't under their jurisdiction. This isn't a trading event, but an organized competition. As for those small bets … the Mage Country doesn't have a gambling tax yet, right? Tell them that they'll collect it after the law is passed! "
"Okay, but what about Milady?"
"Milady? Who? "
"Lady Cher. This time, she's leading the team again … "
As expected, my daughter was such a waste of money. It had only been a few days, but she was already siding with an outsider … Wait a moment, who said that she was my daughter? This was still unknown! Unknown!
"She's not my family's milady, and I don't have a daughter! How am I supposed to live like this? I'm not even married yet! What if this spreads? That little girl? Just let her wait outside. "
Suddenly, that brat had a rather strange expression as he looked at me. Then, I heard a light cough behind me that sounded quite familiar.
"Cough, I'm relieved that you think like that … Come, everyone, let's audit the accounts together. Let's first check Thorn Garden's transaction tax. Be careful, the owner of this shop is incredibly sly and sly. Just looking at the accounts won't work. Let's start with the storeroom first … "
The blue-haired girl started angrily giving orders to her companions. It would seem that I was going to lose money again … No, I couldn't give up yet! That girl might seem tough, but she was actually quite soft-hearted. Perhaps it would be useful to ask her for help!
"Wait, wait, my good daughter, it's not easy for daddy to earn some money. At the very least, leave some money for retirement."
At this moment, everyone was astonished at how shameless a certain someone was. Meanwhile, the silly cat that had brought Harloys here with her was laughing so hard that she was rolling around on the ground.
…
Thanks to all the enthusiastic individuals helping me out (falling into my trap), my fund-raising became incredibly smooth.
Of course, there were some side effects, such as my reputation becoming even stranger … What was my reputation? Was it edible?
I was truly impressed by this alternate dimension that lacked entertainment. Even the most experienced and knowledgeable mages had rather simple and boring daily lives. In the face of certain temptations, it was actually quite easy to scam them due to their lack of control over money. In the end, when I did some quick calculations, I actually made more money than Thorn Garden.
Of course, if I made money, I would naturally have to spend it. As long as I made money worth it, the treasures of an archmage that was several hundred years old wouldn't be any inferior to the treasures of a dragon. I was quite tempted by this. As a mage, the most attractive thing to me was obviously the secrets of magic. Of course, since I specialized in a rather unorthodox direction, it would naturally cause some controversy.
"You want to make a deal with the Sword of Order's subordinate organization, the 'Soul Ghost Association'? Their reputation is absolutely terrible. They're an organization entirely made up of undead mages. Grave robbing and other such things are as common as eating a meal for them. Aren't you afraid that your reputation will be affected? "
"… Can my reputation be worse than Yongye's?"
This single sentence stopped everyone else from complaining. I looked at the information that the black-robed mages left behind with satisfaction. From a certain standpoint, although Heloise had taught me the basics of undead magic, most of my undead magic was still incomplete and self-taught. My undead magic wasn't on the same path as these "ghosts in the shadows" who had organized their research. Comparing my undead magic with them was quite beneficial.
Speaking of which, if it wasn't for Yongye's reputation, these undead mages who had no moral limits would never have agreed to such an equivalent exchange method that they despised. Even if they had obediently agreed to a trade, they wouldn't have given me such valuable information.
A large amount of undead magic information was placed in front of me. Many of them were rare and exclusive recipes. Although I still didn't know how to repair undead magic's Soul Imprints, this information was more than enough to make up for my lack of knowledge and give me plenty of inspiration.
"… Amelia has already surpassed me. The Forest of Dreams and the wood spirits are truly enviable. With this information, although I won't be able to create an Undead Lord at the Original Sin level, I can still try creating something new. "
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