Now Charles regretted it.
Cornucopia had previously been wanted by the royal family and suffered huge losses, so big that they had to spit out all the gold coins they earned in the game, and they even had to buy gold coins from players with money in real life to fill the hole.
But the good thing was that as long as it was a force, it could always be negotiated.
After paying a great price, Charles got in touch with the royal family, and after paying a great price again, he finally made peace with the royal family of Hollevin.
Now Cornucopia could barely be considered a "royal merchant," doing business with the royal family at their back.
Their path was much easier, but they also made less money.
After all, if they earned a share, they could give half to the royal family.
It wasn't that Charles didn't want to resist, but the royal family had recently recruited a lot of players into the royal bureaucratic system.
These players simply treated this game as a training ground for them to become officials and become useful people.
They did things selflessly and wholeheartedly for the welfare of the royal family and the people.
Their current position was not yet stable, so they didn't start with the nobles.
But they extended their black hands to the merchant class, using it as a whetstone before doing big things.
The big merchants of Hollevin were targeted by them, and even the player guild Cornucopia, the royal merchant of Hollevin, was targeted by them.
Cornucopia was pinned down by them everywhere, and many businesses that were clearly profitable and could be monopolized were destroyed by them.
For example, food, salt, and so on.
Then Charles finally understood why Douglas didn't like to make enemies with ordinary people, or even to make friends with them.
It was true that it was difficult for the poor to produce noble children, but there were too many of them, and one genius out of a hundred people was much more than the number of the various second generations.
What was even more outrageous was that it was young people who played the game, and young people who could save up to fifty thousand dollars and buy a virtual cabin were mostly the elites of society.
As long as there was a chance, they could explode with a lot of energy.
When Cornucopia was targeted by these people, it became harder and harder to do things.
Before, Cornucopia could sweep the entire Hollevin business circle, but that was because there was no advanced business operation experience in the feudal era. But now that other players, who were also modern people, were in the game, Cornucopia's days of easy money were gone.
Since the low-cost, high-profit business that concerned the people's livelihood was no longer easy to do, then they would do something else.
We would do high-end business.
They had hoarded a lot of the magic materials needed for Roland's automatic repair technology and later "returned" them to the royal family.
So they planned to continue the business of magic materials.
But this time, there was no monopoly.
Instead, it was the price difference.
In addition, Charles also deeply realized that personal strength and the overall strength of a force were the capital to stand in this world.
Otherwise, no matter how much money one had, it would be like the wool on a sheep's body, used by others at any time, anywhere.
So when Roland's Dragon Meat Reagent appeared, he knew very well that he had to get his hands on it.
At the very least, the core members of the Chamber of Commerce needed one each.
Otherwise, the gap between them and other combat players would only become more and more obvious.
Out of this urgency, Charles came to Delpon again.
He came to this place that made him feel ashamed and helpless.
He didn't go to Roland immediately. Instead, he went to Douglas first.
As someone from the Rabbit Nation, he knew very well the importance of favors in interpersonal relationships.
"I want at least a hundred bottles of Dragon Meat Reagent." Charles said seriously, "But you know my relationship with Roland, so I beg you to help me pull some strings and let me meet him."
Douglas shook his head. "It's not worthwhile."
"What do you mean?" Charles asked with a frown. "Is it not worthwhile to put our friendship on this?"
"True friends don't threaten people with friendship." Douglas shook his head helplessly. "Charles, you're too self-centered in everything you do. You always think you're doing the right thing. If you're really friends, how many times have you come to my house since we were kids? How many times have we fooled around? "
Charles' frown deepened. "Actually, don't talk nonsense, just say whether you're willing or not."
"I'm not willing." Since the other party had said it so bluntly, Douglas replied without hesitation, "I've never seen you beg like this."
Charles took a deep look at Douglas and then left.
Roland didn't know that Charles had come to Delpon.
He was now squatting on the top floor of the Magic Tower every day, trying to find a way to split the dragon bones.
Things like dragon bones were just too hard.
Even with blue flames over 2,000 degrees, they couldn't be melted.
At most, the surface was a little blackened.
At this time, Roland went to the Red Magic Tower again to ask if there was a way to deal with the dragon bones.
As a result, the Great Elder shrugged. "No."
"What about the other Magic Towers?" Roland asked.
"None either." The Great Elder explained, "Dragon bones are generally used to forge weapons and armor, and our Magic Tower doesn't need those two things, so naturally we don't have any research on them."
"In other words … the Guild of Warriors might have such a technique?"
The Great Elder said with certainty, "It's not maybe, it's certain. But they claim that they don't have it. "
"Why?"
"Fear of retaliation from the dragons."
Roland was quite surprised. "Then why isn't our Red Magic Tower afraid? Great Elder, you actually dared to make the Dragon Meat Reagent public to me. "
"When did we have the Dragon Meat Reagent formula?" The Great Elder blinked and smiled. "Why didn't I know about this?"
Well … Roland understood.
He left the Red Magic Tower and came to the capital of Fareins.
He found Stephanie, who was holding the second auction banquet, and asked her to introduce him to the chairman of the Guild of Warriors.
Originally, he wanted to ask Schuck. After all, Schuck's Saint Samurai title was more useful in this city.
But it suddenly occurred to him that Schuck had the little fire dragon princess by his side, and the two of them were almost always together, and if she knew that he was trying to figure out a way to deal with the dragon bones, she might feel sympathetic.
It might even affect the relationship between the two of them.
So after thinking about it, Roland still asked Stephanie.
For this matter, Stephanie immediately agreed.
Roland gave her so much Dragon Meat Reagent that she made a lot of money and made a lot of connections, especially with her father, the effect was even more obvious.
After all, the Dragon Meat Reagent had an aphrodisiac effect, and the king of Fareins was a man who enjoyed himself every night.
It would be strange if he wasn't happy to get this thing.
That evening, the chairman of the Guild of Warriors was invited to Stephanie's manor.
He was specially dressed up and dressed very grandly.
The close-fitting black aristocratic men's clothing was full of mystery and nobility, his dark blond hair was combed into a center parting, and he wore very expensive alchemical perfume.
When he heard about the private banquet, he thought that First Princess Stephanie had only invited him.
His mind was immediately shattered by some unnecessary fantasies and he dressed himself up.
Then after he entered the manor, he was led by the butler to the parlor, and the first thing he saw was Stephanie in a turquoise blue off-the-shoulder noblewoman's dress.
Then his destination was Roland, who was sitting not far away.
There was another man!
The chairman of the Guild of Warriors immediately glared at Roland.
He thought that this man was his rival and opponent for the night.
In the circle of noblewomen in Fareins, such "battles" were actually very popular.
Many times, they relied on the outcome of their fists to determine the man they would accompany for the day.
The chairman of the Guild of Warriors thought that Princess Stephanie was the same.
After all, her man had been dead for a long time, and it was normal for her to be lonely now.
Roland didn't quite understand this "rule," so he was puzzled by the chairman of the Guild of Warriors' hostility toward him.
But Stephanie knew, so she smiled happily and gently covered her mouth with her hand.
Roland took the initiative to say to the chairman of the Guild of Warriors who was glaring at him, "Honorable Mr. Martin, I have something very important to talk to you about."
"Who are you, and where is your family from?" Martin looked Roland up and down. "If you're not a marquis or above … it's impossible to win Stephanie's favor."
Roland froze, and after a while he said, "I have no intention of competing with you for a woman. The First Princess doesn't seem to have any such intentions either. "
Martin, the chairman of the Guild of Warriors, was only 37 years old now, relatively young among all the professional guilds.
His position wasn't very righteous, and he was succeeding his father.
In fact, within the Guild of Warriors, many people didn't obey him.
Although he was married, he was willing to throw his current wife aside if he could win Princess Stephanie's favor.
His son and daughter could also be thrown away.
After all, everyone now knew that the First Princess was likely to be the future queen.
If they didn't latch onto such a thick thigh now, they would definitely regret it for the rest of their lives in the future.
Hearing Roland's words, Martin looked at the First Princess.
Stephanie explained, "Roland is my friend, and he has something to talk to you about, so I invited you over."
So that's how it is!
What a pity!
Martin sighed in disappointment, then he raised his head and smiled at Roland. "I wonder what Mr. Roland wants from me."
His expression changed very quickly.
There was hostility a moment ago, but now it was full of intimacy and enthusiasm.
Seeing him like this, Roland was quite impressed. "I want to talk business with you, sir."
"Please go ahead."
"I heard that the Guild of Warriors has a forging method for processing dragon bones."
Marcy's eyes narrowed. "You have dragon bones?"
"Yes." Roland nodded. He knew that as long as he spoke, the other party would surely be able to guess something about him. "So I want to talk business with you, sir."
"Sell us dragon bones for five gold coins a kilogram." Martin's expression became fanatical. "We'll take as much as you have."
"Sorry, I'm not selling." Roland waved his hand.
"Then there's nothing to talk about." Martin's expression was a lot colder. "We, the Guild of Warriors, don't have any forging method for dragon bones."
"You men are so tough when it comes to business, it's suffocating to see." Stephanie sat up straight, and as the host, she began to smooth things over. "Roland, just sell a few to them, and even Martin, you can copy a dungeon and give the information to Roland, wouldn't that do it?"
"We don't have a forging method for dragon bones." Marcy shrugged. "How can we give something we don't have?"
"Then I'll have to find the Guild of Warriors of other countries, such as the Kingdom of Urganda."
Martin stood up, his expression serious. "In that case, you may not be able to leave Fareins."
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