The Guild of Mercenaries was very efficient, and it took only half a day to put the information of Cornucopia in front of Roland.
The core of this chamber of commerce was all players, but on the periphery were many game NPCs who were responsible for some simple but heavy labor work.
For example, unloading goods, guarding the warehouse of low-end supplies, and so on.
High-end goods and supplies were all stored in the players' Backpacks.
The number of players was about 230, with occasional increases and decreases, probably due to new members joining or old members withdrawing from time to time.
As for the number of NPCs employed, there were a few more, at least about five thousand. All the major commercial cities in Hollevin had their logistics warehouse.
Even in Delpon, there was a logistics warehouse for them.
It could be said that Cornucopia's business tentacles had already spread out in Hollevin.
They even had the vague ability to control the economic direction of Hollevin.
The sudden increase in the price of magic materials was, in fact, their doing.
But what was interesting was that the average level of all the players in this chamber of commerce was only level two. Now the average level of all the players was level four, ready to reach level five. They were dragging down the average level of the players.
Roland looked at it for a while and threw the information aside, losing interest.
Economics and business were indeed important, but in this world, what mattered more was strength.
This group of players, whose average level was only a little over level two, cared too much about money.
In this world, strength was the most important thing.
No matter how strong Cornucopia was, could it be stronger than the Alliance of Progress?
That group of people from the Alliance of Progress, more than a thousand enthusiastic players, with an average level of five, had a large number of elite armored NPC warriors under their command, at least a hundred thousand in number.
If they were a guild, there would be no F6 and the Phoenix Guild a long time ago.
But a progressive organization as strong as this was destroyed in less than two days.
In comparison, Cornucopia was nothing!
The girls of the Phoenix Guild could easily overturn them with only one-tenth of their manpower.
"You're on the wrong track."
Roland said lightly.
In a peaceful world, there was nothing wrong with focusing on business. In a peaceful world, the capital was so powerful that it was almost desperate. But in this world, only with a strong guarantee of force before developing business was the right way.
Otherwise, it would just be working for someone else.
If Cornucopia couldn't raise a powerful mercenary army in a short time, then something would definitely happen in less than half a year.
After reading the information, Roland made this judgment.
After that, he no longer paid attention to this matter and began to concentrate on studying magic.
Although there was no way to research causal magic, there was no new information. But other spells could still be practiced.
For example, the Grease spell.
Roland barely used this spell because it was meaningless to him.
Grease was a spell that low-level mages loved to use. Together with Spider Web and Inferior Fireball, they were the "three axes" of beginner mages.
First, he would use the Grease Spell to make the enemy slip or lose their footing, then he would use the Spider Web Spell to trap the enemy, and finally, he would use the Lesser Flame Spell to directly set the enemy on fire.
The oil and spider webs made the flames burn more fiercely, increasing the damage of spells.
It was a magic weapon for novice Magicians to defeat their enemies.
Roland simply skipped this step. One of his Inferior Fireballs could smash half of the field.
But that did not mean that the Grease spell was useless.
It was because Roland discovered earlier that the oil summoned by the Grease spell was insect oil from the Astral Plane. Not only was it flammable, but it was also edible and tasted quite delicious.
Then, Roland had an idea … Since the oil was edible, he could modify the spell model and focus on increasing the amount of oil summoned, instead of using it to make the enemy slip like the auxiliary spells.
If he succeeded, and this spell model was disseminated, then many beginners who lacked money in the beginning, or beginners who came from poor families, would be able to rely on this spell and sell some insect oil every day to earn enough money to pay for their tuition fees? Wouldn't their lives be so poor?
The oil price in this world was quite expensive. Besides, the insect oil from the Astral Plane was transparent and tasted good. It could be sold at a high price.
Roland felt that after he popularized the improved spell, would other Mages have similar ideas and come up with more spells that could make people eat food, so that they could be regarded as producers?
Roland immediately got to work.
Roland began to train in seclusion and focused on modifying the spell model of Grease.
Under normal circumstances, the insect oil summoned by Grease could be half a kilogram at a time, and it could be sprayed ten square meters in front of the wine, creating a frictionless area.
The amount of oil was too little. He had to add more oil.
Roland's improvement plan went quite well at the beginning.
The amount of oil summoned increased steadily, but it hit a bottleneck when the output reached three kilograms.
The output couldn't go up at all.
Roland was slightly confused.
He modified the model countless times, but it didn't work any better.
He didn't know what the reason was.
This time, Roland looked at the recorded data on the mathematical model again.
After ten days and many deductions, he finally found that there was a piece of data in the mathematical model that wasn't marked.
It was also something that he had been missing.
The "size" of the oil outlet.
Grease was essentially a summoning spell. To summon insect oil, a spatial tube was needed.
The size of the tube determined the amount of oil that could be produced at the same time.
Now that he understood this, things were much easier to handle.
He had to either lengthen the oil outlet or increase the diameter of the large tube.
It was unlikely to lengthen the oil outlet. That was the limit of a level-one spell. If he wanted to lengthen the oil outlet, he would have to push it to a level-two spell.
That wouldn't be a qualified beginner production spell.
As for increasing the diameter of the tube …
That involved the application of spatial magic.
That meant that if he continued to strengthen it, the spell would become a composite spell, a dual spell of summoning and spatial attributes. It would be very troublesome and difficult to cast.
It also didn't agree with Roland's philosophy.
So, summoning three kilograms of oil at a time was the limit.
Okay … Fortunately, it would reduce the mental power consumption of the spell. He could just summon it a few more times.
Roland drew the spell model on a piece of parchment. Next, he planned to dedicate the spell to the Goddess of Magic.
He didn't intend to upload it directly to the forum. After all, many of the improved spells had been taken by unscrupulous players to other countries for their own benefits. What made Roland even more upset was that they had even changed the name of the creator to himself.
That was outrageous.
Roland put the parchment in his Backpack. At this moment, the door of the laboratory opened, and Andonara came in with a large ceramic jar.
"There's no oil at home. Get some."
Roland snapped his fingers, and a liquid that was as clean and transparent as pure water slowly dripped down from the small black space in midair into the jar.
Very soon, it was full.
The air was filled with a very pleasant fragrance.
Andonara took a deep breath and left with the jar again.
Ever since she tried the food made with this oil, Andonara didn't like other animal or vegetable oils anymore.
Roland had tested it with mice before. It wasn't addictive, but it simply tasted great.
After Andonara left, Vivian came in again. Her nose twitched, and after smelling the remaining oil fragrance, she was delighted too. Then she said, "Roland, Mr. Douglas wants to see you downstairs. He says he has something very important to tell you."
Roland nodded. "Invite him up."
Two minutes later, the two of them waited on each other. Vivian poured each of them a glass of fruit wine and left the room.
Roland took a sip of the fruit wine and asked, "What's so important? You're clearly smiling. It doesn't look like it's something important."
Douglas's smile grew wider. "Something important can be a good thing. Hehe, something happened to Charles' Cornucopia. "
"What happened?"
Roland was a little surprised.
"A group of NPCs, together with many masked players, raided the headquarters of Cornucopia and stole a lot of low-level and large quantities of magic materials," Douglas said with a smile. "It hasn't been posted on the forum yet, but it's probably coming soon."
Roland looked at Douglas's expression and found it a little strange. "Aren't you friends with Charles? Why are you so gloating when something happened to him? "
"Not friends, just acquaintances." Douglas waved his hand. "There's no real friendship between people like us. We're only close on the surface because of each other's wealth or power. It's just a social trick."
Roland shrugged. The other party was so honest that he didn't even know how to respond.
Douglas continued, "If it was just a simple robbery, it would be easy to deal with, but the real big problem is that the royal family of Hollevin and the Association of Mages have jointly issued a statement saying that Cornucopia maliciously monopolizes magic materials and disrupts the market, ordering them to release a large batch of advanced magic materials at a low price in twenty days to stabilize the market, or they'll be wanted nationwide."
"That's not surprising …" Roland nodded. He had expected this, but he suddenly found something wrong. "Did the royal family just say that they're 'monopolizing magic materials and disrupting the economic market' in such modern terms?"
Douglas gave him a thumbs-up. "You're really smart and quick to react. That's right, according to the intelligence I've gathered, the royal family has recently recruited a small group of elites among the players, presumably some of them financial talents. In any case, Cornucopia is in trouble now. If they really want to spit out magic materials to stabilize the market, they'll definitely lose everything. After all, during the acquisition process, the price of magic materials will slowly rise, and in the end, when they buy them, they'll probably be hoarding at a premium of three or four times the original price. "
Roland subconsciously tapped his finger on the table, and after a while, he said, "The royal family's plan of division has succeeded. Those players who robbed Cornucopia probably did it because they received a quest from the royal family."
"But aren't they afraid of becoming red names or something?"
"As long as there's a quest, killing players won't add red names, this …" Roland smiled, and for some reason, he suddenly thought of Antis. "It's probably some kind of privateering certificate or land privateering certificate or something."
Douglas chuckled. "Impressive. This operation must be a ploy by the players recruited by the royal family."
Roland smiled bitterly … Actually, it was him. Two weeks ago, when he went to the capital to deliver money to the Guild of Bards, he chatted with Antis for a while and talked about the concept of privateering certificates. At the time, he was just casually looking for something to talk about.
He didn't expect Antis to really use it.
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