After only waiting for a short period of time, the closed door was reopened.
Then, Tasia, who was almost the same as before, walked out.
"I...have verified it."
It's so fast? !
Under Wayne's slightly surprised gaze, Tasia's expression became a little tense. "I just put my hand in it and felt it for a while and found that my magic did become a little more active under its influence, so I figured it might do the trick."
Hey guys, why didn’t I think of using this method to verify?
Before Wayne could think of another layer, Conley interjected with great joy: "Really?"
He even pushed away Wayne who was blocking his view, forced himself to stand in front of Tasia, and asked with excitement on his face: "Can you increase the intensity of your magic, or make the magic in your body run faster?"
Under Conley's somewhat overly enthusiastic gaze, Tasia felt slightly embarrassed.
"Well... I just feel that the elements respond a little faster, but it's hard to describe specifically..." She tried her best to describe her experience, but it still sounded very abstract.
Seeing this, Wayne quickly squeezed Conley back: "Tasia, you don't have to pay too much attention. If you think there is anything unsatisfactory, just tell us directly. It won't be a problem."
One look at the way she was talking about him, and it was clear that she had concerns about Conley's thoughts.
With Wayne's guarantee, Tasia relaxed a little.
"To be precise, I didn't find that it had any promoting effect on the magic itself. I just felt... very comfortable and peaceful," she said.
"And when I pulled my hand back, that strange feeling disappeared."
Hearing this, Conley looked disappointed.
"It seems like this won't work..." he said to himself.
Noticing his abnormal behavior, Wayne couldn't help but become more suspicious.
Recently, Professor Conley and Chairman Harold have been acting strangely, as if they are secretly researching something behind other people's backs.
"In other words, it can only be effective when you are in a medicinal bath." Wayne concluded.
Judging from the short duration of the effect, it is more in line with the inherent limitations of this potion.
However, when I tested the instrument last time, I didn't think that I should use magic to explore it. I was probably misled by my past thinking.
"Then, let's use it to treat Tasia's mother and see what the treatment effect is." Wayne said.
…
Although in front of Tasia, Wayne said that the treatment cabin was given to her as a free trial, but after Tasia left, Conley was still unwilling to let go of this rare opportunity to ask for money.
"According to the predetermined selling price, the cost of each instrument is two thousand pounds, and one month of free maintenance service." Conley couldn't help but rub his hands and chuckled, "And every year after that, you need to pay two thousand pounds. The service fee is RMB 500... Wayne, with your financial resources, you shouldn’t have to pay the teacher my debt, right?"
Looking at his beloved teacher tenderly, Wayne smiled. "of course not."
Just when Conley's green bean-like eyes were blooming brilliantly, Wayne sent him to hell with just one sentence.
"——I gave you the recipe for the medicine, and I paid for the research and development costs. A 70% profit shouldn't be too much, right?"
Conley looked up at him in disbelief.
"You want so much, why don't you just grab it?!" he roared angrily.
"Then I want 60%."
Wayne didn't even raise his eyebrows. "Teacher, think carefully about how much material you have wasted, and how much each instrument will cost in the subsequent production plan."
After hearing what he said, Conley immediately hesitated.
But in the end, he insisted on biting his last bottom line: "No, at most 50%!"
The atmosphere was silent for a while.
With Conley's expression becoming a little uneasy, Wayne finally agreed to give in.
"Five to fifty percent," he said.
"This is all for your sake, teacher. Otherwise, if my family's money is used for other investments, it will appreciate faster."
Conley sadly found that he could not refute this.
He had no choice but to say harshly: "After I perfect all its hidden functions, you will definitely not suffer a loss! By then, even if the price is doubled, there will still be a bunch of people rushing to buy it... Humph, this little girl has already It’s a profit.”
"Oh, let's wait until the day comes." Wayne said perfunctorily.
After leaving the research room, Wayne recalled what Conley had asked Tasia in desperation.
"Magic intensity increases" or "magic moves faster"...
——There is indeed a problem behind this.
…
The problem on Conley's side was not urgent yet, but the situation on Bulwer's side suddenly became clear.
As soon as he returned home, Duke Elliot summoned Wayne and Chris to the study for discussion.
As the two of them became more and more involved in the family business, Elliot became less and less shy about bringing these matters back to discuss with them.
"The latest news from the court is that Bulwer has reached a settlement with Earl Chapman in the presence of His Majesty the King."
The first words he spoke shocked Wayne.
According to my own guess, if Chapman really let go of this matter so easily, the king's attitude towards handling it at the beginning would not be so difficult.
"Wait, then Bulwer..."
Before Wayne could say the second half of his sentence, Elliot seemed to have understood his inner thoughts and continued: "This choice is not necessarily due to Bulwer's own will."
"Rather, he accurately figured out the psychology of His Majesty the King."
After saying that, Elliot turned his head and stared out the window at the dim night.
"This matter is actually very simple in the final analysis. His Majesty the King hoped that the two of them could reconcile, so the two of them reconciled." He sighed softly. "--on the surface."
Wayne frowned and said, "So, how did they finally decide to describe this incident?"
"His Majesty the King said: Bulwer was controlled by the magic of darkness, and nothing he did was his intention. But he killed innocent citizens after all, so he was fined and confiscated at home for two months." Elliot said it exactly. The king's words were repeated as if he had witnessed them himself.
Wait, isn't this painless punishment equivalent to three drinks of wine?
Seeing the same [I don't understand.jpg] expressions on the faces of Wayne and Chris, Elliot smiled in a low voice.
"You know... a dead person has no value in itself."
"Whether a dead person has value or not only depends on how the living view him."
