Netheril’s Glory

Punk, who made up his mind to squeeze something out from Minohorn family, looked straight into Lo Lan's eyes and slowly said:

"So... what's the price?"

"What…………!"

Lo Lan didn't seem to expect that Punk would say this sentence.

Punk secretly shook his head, a little disappointed. It seems that Lo Lan was still just a little girl after all. Even if she had a strong heart, there were still some deficiencies in the mind.

"What was that saying! "One can't have both fish and bear's paw." Since I want to have good control, then I also have to accept the fact about their insufficient IQ."

With a light sigh, Punk decided that it would be better to educate the inexperienced little Lolita. From now on, she could be regarded as his business spokesperson, so she shouldn't be too embarrassing.

"Listen, little girl!"

Ignoring the little Lolita's muttering

"I'm not a little girl,"

Punk said to Lo Lan very seriously:

"If you want to achieve something, and revive the Minohorn family through business, then you have to learn to accurately judge the value of the goods in your hand and the value of other people's goods like a proper businesswoman. The goods here don't only mean material things! Human relationships, connections, and even a word of praise are all resources that have a price."

Lo Lan became a little dazed after listening to Punk's preaching, although she was very unwilling to be reconciled to the fact that a teenager of her own age speaking to herself in this kind of senior's tone, she was even more reluctant to admit that as the dignified young lady of the Minohorn family, she didn't know much about business. But she had to admit that what the other party said was very reasonable, and she really lacked knowledge in this aspect.

Not paying attention to the pitiful look in the little girl's eyes, Punk continued to preach.

"Now, your cooperation with me is a good example. In this cooperation, the alchemy potions I will provide are my goods, and the sales platform you provide is your goods. In the end, we will divide the profit according to the degree of contribution. This is a fair deal."

"But now you proposed that you needed my prestige to facilitate your business activities. This is an additional requirement. Here, my prestige is another piece of goods. You need to pay for this valuable resource to get my permission."

Punk, who had finished speaking, saw that the poor Lo Lan's eyes were about to turn into spiraling coils. He rubbed his temples speechlessly.

"Sure enough, the business logic from the earth was too complex for children of other worlds to understand!"

But The old butler next to Punk somewhat understood it. He knew very wittily that if his family didn't pay anything, they could forget about using the prestige of this official-level mage as backing. In fact, he was already prepared for this, so the old butler quickly stopped Lo Lan, who didn't fully understand and wanted to ask something, then carefully took out a thin old book from the pocket of his suit and presented it to Punk in a respectful manner.

"Oh--?"

Punk took the old book; he could feel the still faintly remaining official-level mana fluctuations from the old book, which meant that this book was once the property of an official mage.

He gently opened the curled brown-yellow book cover, and the title of the old book was

"Walker's Notes on Flesh Golem."

"Walker?"

Punk tried to recall this name carefully, but he really hadn't heard of this name before.

"He should be some unknown alchemist, I guess!"

He flipped through this old book quickly, and inside it, in the relatively scribble Byron laters, there was written the process of making an official-level alchemy golem using a biological body as the primary raw material. Although it was a bit crude and the language was also unclear, but with the system's analysis ability, Punk had the confidence to figure out the method of making an alchemy golem.

"Very good, I will accept this payment, and now you may use my name."

Punk put the magic book into the storage ring left by McNeesey, then took out a gold coin and sealed a trace of his mana in it. Now any professional who sensed this mana would immediately understand that this gold coin represented the identity of an official mage.

During the time of their meeting, the carriage had reached the gate of Dolez City.

"Ok then!"

Punk threw the gold coin and three bottles of alchemy potions to Lo Lan. She screamed and caught the gold coin in a panic, but the potions still fell on the leather seat, and Punk opened the carriage door and walked down.

"I will give you a little test."

Looking at the wall of Dolez painted with gold dye, Punk said to the old butler and Lo Lan without looking back.

"I'm going to the Mage union in the city to purchase some materials, and you have to sell these three bottles of alchemy potions before I returned..."

"Understood, but there is one problem, what... if... I mean, if we haven't been able to sell these potions, does it mean that our Minohorn family is not qualified to cooperate with you?"

When Lo Lan heard Punk's test, she first assured him with confidence and then asked in a small childish voice!

"...Disqualified?"

The corner of Punk's mouth rose slightly, and he slowly turned around, looking at the innocent Lo Lan intensely.

"No, no, little girl, if you can't do it, I will chop your head off."

The smile on her face froze all at once, and big drops of sweat dripped down Lo Lan's chin.

"That...Mr. Punk...Don't make such a joke...Haha...!"

"Joking? I'm not joking. Let me think about it, if the cost is only the termination of our cooperation, what would you do? You will go to all the powers you can find and announce that you are under the protection of an official-level mage and then return to me and say that you are ashamed for not completing the task. And when I leave this city or go to seclusion, Then you can use my name to pretend to be a big bad wolf? Nobles often play these little tricks, right?"

Punk looked at the carriage in front of him with disdain and slowly said his "speculation"!

"I wouldn't do anything like that..."

Lo Lan felt very wronged. She was misunderstood like this for the first time, and also by the young man she secretly liked, tears started to appear in the eyes of the little Loli.

"Yes! You wouldn't do this!"

Punk interrupted Lo Lan's speech forcefully!

"But you can't control the choice of some people, even if they are truly loyal to you!"

Punk was still expressionless as always.

"But... it is normal to have different opinions from your subordinates, but in a situation where you can easily be persuaded by them, then you have no so-called assertiveness! This is another thing you should learn."

The light blue mana revolved in Punk's deep eyes as he looked at the door of the carriage behind Lo Lan, where the old butler who had just got off was standing, stunned.

The old butler was sure that this was the first time in his life when he has been scared like this, and he had to admit that he really messed up.

Mentally, he planned precisely like the "conspiracy" described by Punk. They could get a powerful backing for the Monohorn family while also avoiding the risk of becoming a tool; this plan popped in his mind when he heard Punk's test. And he knew it would be easy to persuade the young lady to agree to his "conspiracy."

After all, in his opinion, Punk was just a "little boy" who pretended to be profound, but now, the little calculations in his heart had been easily dismantled by the "little boy."