NOVEL NEXT Chapter 103: Scaling Production
The dwarf elf called Labrechaun looked at the old man and said with a chuckle, "Throughout history, has there ever been a Magic Net that lets people communicate instantly from any corner of the continent? Throughout history, has anyone been able to create magical equipment that doesn't need a magician to use? The appearance of the God of Technology has already shattered who knows how many 'throughout history' things. We need to keep up with the times, understand?"
"But druid divine arts and potions were all given to us by the God of Nature, not the God of Technology!"
"Well, magic belongs to the Goddess of Magic, and the God of Technology's believers use it just the same, don't they? There's no conflict." The dwarf elf seemed worried these employees who believed in the God of Nature might be unhappy about this, so he wasn't the least bit impatient and continued explaining seriously. "We are indeed using the God of Technology's grace to produce druid potions, but the druid potions others use are still druid potions. If we can produce druid potions more easily and cheaply, doesn't that mean more people can use druid potions?"
"...Yes." The old druid was noncommittal.
"When the poorest humans, dwarves, and goblins can all use our druid potions, who will they thank? Everyone knows druid potions are the God of Nature's grace. No one's going to worry about who produced these druid potions."
Labrechaun continued with a smile. "Besides, don't you think the potions we produce using these Magic Conductors are more stable? Sure, they might not be as effective as what some masters make, but they're definitely comparable to ordinary druids. Up to now, we haven't made a single bad potion."
"If we can spread such stable druid potions to every corner of the continent, then those hack druids won't be able to hurt people anymore, right? When everyone takes or uses druid potions and gets positive results, won't our druid reputation become even better?"
The druids who'd been conflicted gradually came around under Labrechaun's persuasion, once again believing that doing this was actually upholding their faith, protecting their faith, and there wasn't any problem with it at all.
Actually, this wasn't his first time coming to the work site to indoctrinate these employees. In fact, he came by every few days, and whenever the workshop had new employees join, he'd come for another round of indoctrination.
Most elves were very rigid and inflexible, preferring things to stay the same. Getting them to change their thinking and accept this new technology wasn't easy, but he felt it was totally worth it.
Take the most common rejuvenation potion, for example. Each batch of materials only cost 8 copper coins, but once produced and put on the market, it needed at least 50 copper coins. And that was in the elven kingdom. In other countries, forget 50 copper coins—80 was pretty cheap, and 100 wasn't unusual. Even more was possible.
Because high-level druids weren't interested in making them and didn't have the time, low-level druids often needed three batches of materials to produce one potion, plus druids themselves were supernatural beings who required substantial labor fees. On top of that, there were various shipping costs and tariffs.
But if you calculated using the Magic Conductor products in these workshops—not counting the one-time upfront investment—one rejuvenation potion averaged out to just 10 copper coins. If they produced enough, he was confident he could get it down to 9 copper coins.
How much profit was in that?!
Even more terrifying was that potions produced using these Magic Conductor products were surprisingly stable. Basically, an entire batch came out exactly the same.
No druid could do that. As a dwarf elf who loved gold and was good at business, he instantly saw the commercial potential. As long as druid potions bore their label, they'd be 100% identical every time—no more taking risks... This would be their ace in the hole to dominate the entire market!
Labrechaun had already thought this through very thoroughly.
God of Technology? This wasn't just the God of Technology—this was the God of Gold! A true deity who could bring them endless gold!
Thinking of this, Labrechaun couldn't help but pray again. Then he opened the Magic Net, and when he saw that the giant eagles he'd dispatched had successfully picked up the technical workers from Roster territory and were returning with plenty of materials, his smile grew even broader.
"Mr. Roster, rest assured, if the technical experts from your territory can help us set up the Magic Power Network this time, our side will definitely sell you no less than 1 million bottles of nutrient potions at the agreed-upon price."
He quickly typed it out, checked for typos, then sent it.
Nutrient potions—a classic druid potion with a simple function: spray it on the soil and plants would grow really well.
The Month of Revival had arrived, and planting had begun everywhere. Right now, the Kingdom of Dawn desperately needed this kind of potion. Viscount Roster figured he could use this opportunity to completely open up trade between the Kingdom of Dawn, Gray Fort Empire, elven kingdom, and Highland Kingdom.
Labrechaun was a key point in the elven kingdom—a guy who, for gold, would take risks and shoulder major responsibilities.
After that elder council put out the word, he was basically the first one to respond.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Ren and the Goddess of Magic were wandering around the elven capital when Ren suddenly sensed a prayer from nearby. "That dwarf elf just now—didn't expect him to be such a chatterbox. In just this short time, he's already prayed three times."
Maybe because they were pretty close, Ren heard the guy's prayers very clearly.
"What did he pray for?"
"Praying that I'd bless his business with Roster territory." Ren spread his hands helplessly. "But I'm suddenly thinking that maybe we could also create some features on the Magic Net to help with trade or task assignments."