"It's almost done, but there are two places that are more troublesome. The buyers are biting on the price and refusing to budge. I'm sending someone to negotiate with them. I think there will be good news in a while."
Cromwell's expression was respectful, but there was still a hint 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, he had tried his best to be perfect in dealing with the property this time. In just one day, he had disposed of five properties worth a total of more than one hundred and eighty thousand gold coins. Moreover, under such urgent circumstances, the family still did not suffer too much loss.
In Cromwell's opinion, even if his father were to do it himself, it would be difficult to do better than him.
"Idiot!" But what awaited him was Old Merlin's angry roar. The wine glass in the old man's hand fell to the floor again. In the midst of his rapid breathing, the finger pointing at Cromwell was trembling slightly. "Who asked you to 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? How dare you make decisions on your own in such a matter? Do you still have any respect for an old man like me? "
"Father …" Cromwell was completely stunned. Old Merlin's anger was like a stick in the dark, completely stunning Cromwell. For a moment, grievances welled up in his heart. He just stood there in a daze, unable to speak for a long time.
"Sigh …" After all, it was his own son. After a round of scolding, Matthew's anger subsided a little. The old man sighed helplessly. "Why don't you think about it? If it weren't for the tight time, why would I have sold the property in the city center? Do you think that the Merlin Family is still short of money? What we lack now is time! The time left for us is too short. Only two days. After two days, the auction of the thirty bottles of Arcane Magic Potion will begin. If only it were a few days later. Then I could still deal with a few more properties, and the odds of winning in the auction would be higher … "
"But …" Cromwell did not expect Old Merlin to be so determined this time. "Are these thirty bottles of Arcane Magic Potion really that important to our Merlin Family? Even without these potions, we already have 40 mages above level-five. Apart from the Guild of Magic, no one in Jarrosus can match such strength. Why do we still have to fight so hard for these 30 bottles of Arcane Magic Potion? "
"Humph …" Old Merlin rolled his eyes and looked at Cromwell with a hint of exasperated anger. "I told you not to get so close to those old guys in the family. Why didn't you listen? Look at what they've taught you, you short-sighted things … Forty magicians of the fifth level and above … It's just a pretty sight! With these thirty bottles of Arcane Magic Potion, we will have seventy real Mages, and not some ridiculous Mage Apprentice! "
At this point, there was a hint of murderous intent in Old Merlin's eyes. "And have you ever thought about what will happen to the Merlin Family if these Arcane Magic Potions fall into the hands of other families?"
Old Merlin's words plunged Cromwell into deep thought. He stood there in a daze, carefully savoring the meaning of his father's words. Cromwell was not an idiot. After a moment, he began to grasp the crux of the words. For a moment, Cromwell felt a chill in his hands and feet. He opened his mouth to speak, but his throat felt unusually dry. "You … You mean … the Merlin Family's position … will be … replaced by other forces?"
"Yes." The expression on Old Merlin's face was a little heavy. "These thirty bottles of Arcane Magic Potion may be an opportunity for the Merlin Family, but it may also be a disaster …"
"I understand, Father!"
"In these two days, in addition to disposing of the property as soon as possible, you'd better go to the Guild of Magic more often. It would be best if you can ask about the origin of this batch of Arcane Magic Potion. Even if you can't, you must first build a good relationship with the Guild of Magic. This time, I'm afraid they've really poached a potion master. When you go, bring along the level-fourteen spells in the family. Gerian should be able to understand what I mean …" Old Merlin's voice sounded a little disappointed. "From now on, the Guild of Magic will no longer be the Guild of Magic it used to be …"
"Okay, I'll do it right away!"
"Wait …" Cromwell was just about to go out when Old Merlin stopped him again. "A few days ago, I heard that you had some discord with the Guild of Magic because of a young mage?"
"This … This, I can explain …" Cromwell could not help but look a little flustered after being exposed by Old Merlin on the spot for what he had done behind the scenes.
"How much do you know about that young mage?" From the look on Old Merlin's face, there was not much reproach.
"I know a little." Cromwell felt a little more at ease, and then said, "This mage is called Felic. I met him when I was in the Sunset Mountains. He encountered a Wyvern then, and I saved him. But not only was this person ungrateful, he even tried to deal with me again and again. Later, I heard that he joined the Guild of Magic, so I wanted Gerian to teach him a lesson …"
"How's his strength?"
"About level-six."
"Just an insignificant nobody." Old Merlin shook his head. "Your mistake is that you shouldn't have let Gerian know. This time, try to see if you can rope him in. If you can't, you'll …"
As he spoke, his skinny fingers slid across his neck and made a 'kill' gesture.
"Remember, if you want to do it, do it cleanly."
"Understood!"
Although he had been scolded, Cromwell was in a good mood when he left Old Merlin's study. The little tricks that could only be done in the dark had unexpectedly received Old Merlin's approval. This was absolutely more important to Cromwell than anything else. With the powerful support of the Merlin Family, killing a lowly mage in dire straits was as easy as crushing an ant.
As for trying to rope him in … Cromwell had not even thought about it. As long as he took out a few level-fourteen spells, even Gerian would have to look at him differently. What need was there for him to rope in a lowly mage in dire straits?
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