So having more manpower to help them look for interesting and rare materials was a good thing no matter how you looked at it.
Anyway, for them, money was truly sothing they could just pick up anywhere.
Earning slightly less in order to gain greater benefits, for example, saving ti, then she would really do it.
"Don't look at it as expensive and disdain it. These are items produced by the Witch Race, belonging to premium goods."
Seeing that soone seed dissatisfied with this price, Samael added a sentence.
"We just don't know which Witch Race it is."
Soone muttered in a low voice.
"What else could it be besides the Black Witches? You're not expecting the White Witches to make potions for you right, what a beautiful thought."
Samael rolled his eyes at the other party.
As everyone knows, over fifty percent of the potions on the continent are provided by the Black Witches.
Of the remaining fifty percent, over forty percent is provided by other alchemists, and the rest is provided by the White Witches.
After all, the White Witches don't rely on this thing to make money either, so their shipnt volu is pitifully small.
"Indeed."
"The White Witches clearly should have a larger population, yet their shipnt volu is so small. If they could provide more, I believe the price of potions should be able to drop a bit right."
"I'm afraid this won't work. After all, this thing is a rigid demand, an existence that everyone needs to use every day. A price drop is impossible, but with more supply, at least it wouldn't reach the point of having to fight over it."
"Now that you ntion it, it really is so ah."
"Is now the ti to talk about this? Professor, give twenty engraving machines, and twenty thousand engraving potions!"
Just when everyone was making lighthearted banter, soone suddenly snapped back to his senses, and then squeezed out of the crowd, rushed in front of Samael, and raised his hand.
"What!"
"You guy are really cunning!"
"Professor, I also want twenty... no, thirty machines, and give fifty thousand engraving potions!"
"I want forty machines, and give a hundred thousand potions!"
Who knows if it was the strange desire to win acting up, the numbers quoted by these kings were higher one by one.
They had completely forgotten whether their own countries could afford so much.
But speaking truthfully, as long as the population allowed it, they really wanted to turn all transmigrators in their countries into Class Holders.
Of course, besides soldiers, everyone else had to pay out of their own pockets.
Otherwise, where do you think the money to buy these things ca from?
No matter what, ultimately the wool still cos from the sheep's back.
"Quiet, quiet, one by one!"
Seeing these guys so excited, Samael also breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, one of his missions for coming this ti was to conduct sales.
Although it was undeniable that due to its practicality, this thing fundantally didn't need any sales pitch.
But he was entrusted by others after all.
Or rather, those guys were all staring at the sales volu now, hoping for an instant hit to get an auspicious start.
No... alright... actually the ones truly staring were just those few guys who were a bit short of money.
Guys like [Tower], [Wheel of Fortune], and [The High Priestess] who didn't lack money wouldn't pay too much attention to these at all.
At most, it was just giving a report sheet after the matter was done.
So after the final tally, it was found that this 'sales eting' sold a total of over seven hundred engraving machines and over three million engraving potions.
One could only say that the number of kings here was still too many.
But it didn't matter, at least for them it didn't matter.
Now just from the engraving machines, they could recoup over seven million Gold Coins. As for the inco on Tower's side, that was even more unimaginable.
After all, everyone was clear about how big the profit margin for potions was.
It's just that they didn't know the specific number.
And the profit of the engraving machines had to be shared by many, while the profit of the engraving potion was monopolized by the Witch Race. One could imagine how much the Witch Race would earn this ti.
And this was under the condition of yielding profits. If they didn't yield profits, they would only earn more than the sales of the engraving machine main body.
Professor Samael could guarantee this point.
And this was just the first sale.
When the number of Class Holders here increased, no matter how much they kept it a secret, the news would definitely leak out.
When that ti cos, there will only be more people coming to buy.
A market of billions of people, although it was a one-ti thing, it was also enough to recoup the research and developnt funds while making all participants earn a pot full of wealth.
Is this the money-making thod of researchers? It's simply faster than printing money ah.
As a 'participant' doing field work for the Manor for the first ti, Professor Samael finally experienced the terror of this Tarot Manor, and at the sa ti rejoiced that he chose the Manor instead of the Masquerade.
After the expulsion movent was launched in the Forsaken Territory, he moved just like everyone else.
Although he was a teacher hired by Lan Qingyou, under that kind of atmosphere, if he didn't leave, he might also be branded with so label.
So ultimately he chose to take the migration scroll given by Susie and left the Forsaken Territory.
This also directly led to the interruption of his largest source of inco.
But now, with the sales profit of this engraving machine, there would also be his share inside.
The previous "Basic Magic Theory" and the subsequent "Basic Spell Theory" were all free, which caused him to be a bit poor now.
With this sum of money, his research funds could beco quite abundant again.
He still had a lot of research to do, so money was naturally very important to him.
The High Priestess: "Hiss~~~~! So much money ah!"
When Samael sent the volu of the first batch of orders into the group, the originally quiet group imdiately beca lively.
Star: "Don't be like this, making it seem like you're very short of money."
The High Priestess: "Although I'm not short of money, who wouldn't like money."
Empress: "Tower just doesn't like money."
The High Priestess: "Sister Jiang Lan, it's boring to say it like that. This kind of person is an anomaly, how can she be the sa."
The Hermit: "These words are wrong, you should say that the entire Witch Race is an anomaly."
The Sun: "Rather than saying this, it's better to say that they have already passed that stage long ago and evolved to a realm where money is just a string of numbers right."
Chariot: "Don't discuss these things here ah. Right now I just want to know when we can distribute the money. I still have projects here that need to buy things."
The Hermit: "It's the sa on my end ah. Don't we still have to wait? After all, teleportation through the Teleportation Array is sowhat inconvenient now, we need to wait for those kings to send the money over."
The Hermit: "@Chariot, on the contrary, are the goods on your end prepared? If you can't deliver this many goods later, there will be quite a show to watch."
The Moon: "Rest assured, packaging started right after you left. No matter what, they are commodities, we still need to pay attention to the packaging a bit. Especially when selling to those His Majesties the Kings."
The Hermit: "Eh, is The Moon in charge of this matter now?"
Chariot: "The Moon cos from a rchant background after all. In terms of treating people and receiving guests, he is still more thoughtful than we thought."
The Moon: "Being able to get Chariot's recognition is my honor."
Chariot: "You see, this is called professionalism. If it were , I wouldn't be able to say these words."
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