In the airtight dark room, the dim candlelight illuminated the pale face of the second prince Shukri. There were two boxes and an oil paper bag on the table in front of him, and an old man with a kind face sat next to him.
"Archbishop Brandon, what on earth should I do?"
The second prince Shukri looked at the old man's profile and said in a deep voice: "Charles has realized the importance of Mr. Nicholas. He went to Flower Street today to demonstrate to me!"
"Your Highness, competition will definitely arise." The old man said in a calm tone: "So far, although the church has mastered the potion formula, it has been unable to monetize it, and many formulas even lack crucial ingredients. Material, cannot be made.”
"In this case, we must open the market for potions and let potion materials from other countries flow into the country. Only in this way can the potion formulas be effective."
It is impossible to make a product without formulas and materials. This is what it means that a clever woman cannot make a meal without rice.
There are many potion formulas mastered by the Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny, many of which are powerful high-level potions, but they have not been able to be produced yet because of insufficient raw materials.
Many of the ingredients in the formula are not available in the Kingdom of Windsor. After all, the Kingdom of Windsor only has two islands in the east and west. The materials are expensive and scarce and cannot be compared with the Kingdom of Romanov.
The Kingdom of Windsor does have vast overseas colonies and can obtain materials from the colonies, but it is still not enough and needs to further expand channels.
As an insider of the church, Archbishop Brandon knows that the church is currently planning to carry out magic potion import and export trade with churches in other kingdoms such as Wisdom God, Judgment God, and Plenty God. Once the resolution is passed, potions can be traded among countries. The time was officially circulated.
By then, many potion merchants are bound to emerge.
As a hot new industry in the future, potions are the focus of various churches. The Church of the Three Destinies must also cultivate its own potion business channels. Whoever controls the potions will have sufficient say in the church.
Archbishop Ubli did win the election and became the new pope of the Church of the Three Destinies, but that did not mean that Archbishop Brandon and the others had no chance.
The Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny is a polytheistic religion. Unlike monotheistic religions, the power of the pope of a polytheistic religion is far inferior to that of the pope of a monotheistic religion. The pope of a monotheistic religion is the direct spokesperson of the gods and has supreme decision-making power. However, the pope of a polytheistic religion can only become the spokesperson of the corresponding god and cannot control it. Followers of other gods.
Based on this situation, Archbishop Brandon, who believed in the goddess of wealth, was not afraid of Ubli I, who believed in the goddess of health.
The Archbishop also holds real power in his hands.
As long as he can seize the lifeline of the church, the status of the archbishop is not necessarily lower than that of the pope.
so....
The second prince, Shukri, wants to win over Mavi, who has a lot of resources, so that he can become the spokesperson of the goddess of wealth and assist Archbishop Brandon in controlling the potion market in London.
But today, in the potion grocery store, the second prince Shukri did not get the answer he wanted.
Ma Wei is not rejecting him, he is just forcing him to give up more benefits. This behavior is very consistent with Ma Wei's identity as a businessman. He is here to make money, not a philanthropist. Why should he help you if there is no benefit?
The arrival of the eldest prince Charles also gave the second prince Shukri a sense of crisis.
Ma Wei was the one he liked, but the eldest prince Charles suddenly intervened. The conversation in the store today was full of intentions to win over Ma Wei. If Ma Wei really joined the camp of the eldest prince Charles...
Shukri didn't dare to think about it anymore. He could train potion merchants again, but could the potion merchants he trained surpass Ma Wei?
"Archbishop Brandon, the man we sent to Frederick's Kingdom to investigate the Manstein family has news."
In the darkroom, Shukri took out a letter and handed it to the old man next to him: "There is indeed a Manstein family in the village of Risa in the city of Freberg in the Kingdom of Frederick, Saxony. According to the villagers, The unanimous answer is that their head of the family is named Nicholas von Manstein. He has a daughter named Emma and two younger brothers. He has been doing business abroad in recent years and rarely comes back..."
"Where is the interpersonal network?" Archbishop Brandon asked: "If Nicholas cannot investigate, just start from his two younger brothers. As long as they are living people, they will definitely leave clues."
"After checking, we found that the three brothers of the Manstein family all studied at the Technical University of Freiberg. Their tutors, classmates, classmates' families, and principals... all have an impression of them. Among them, Mr. Nicholas is The outstanding graduates of their class often donated money to their alma mater, and his portrait still hangs in the principal's office..."
"So, their identity is no longer a problem?"
"Well, at least the people we sent out found no flaws, everything is normal."
The old man nodded and finally expressed his thoughts: "In that case, let's find an opportunity to bring them to see me."
"Did you agree to hand over the potion formula to them?"
The second prince Shukri's eyes lit up. He didn't care much about the church, and the potion formula wasn't that important to him. How to defeat the eldest prince Charles and ascend to the throne was his focus, and the formula didn't matter at all.
If Archbishop Brandon hadn't disagreed, Shukri would have agreed to hand over the formula to Mavey and the others as early as noon.
"As long as they can pass the final test, I can give them some low-level potion formulas. If they join the Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny and believe in the Goddess of Wealth, I will share the high-level potion formulas with them..."
Archbishop Brandon's head was moving little by little, as if he was about to fall asleep, with a benevolent smile on his lips: "The great Nande, I treat every believer who pursues wealth kindly, and Mr. Nicholas's approach is not wrong. , Your Highness, you can’t just look at the problem from your own standpoint. If you want to make others surrender, you have to give them what they desire. Only in this way can you gain loyalty."
"Yes, I understand, Archbishop Brandon."
"Now look at the potion products they sell. Just talking is not enough. The quality of the products is the most important criterion..."
Archbishop Brandon opened the box slowly. He had already tested the mercury blood before and found no problems, so he skipped it directly. The sleepy toast in the oil paper bag aroused his interest.
The rectangular toast was completely placed on the table. The second prince Shukri personally cut off a piece and handed it to Archbishop Brandon with both hands. Archbishop Brandon smelled the toast first and then opened his mouth. The little one took a bite.
The toast melts in your mouth, and the aroma of milk fills your mouth instantly. Although it is not as soft as when it is freshly baked, it still tastes good. There is a lot of sugar added in it, which is very suitable for the taste of Windsor people.
The chewed toast entered the stomach, and the stomach immediately began to digest it. There was no reaction at first. After half a minute, Archbishop Brandon's body shook slightly, and he felt that the scene in front of him became blurry, and his consciousness began to become drowsy and hazy. For a moment, he seemed to see himself wearing a papal robe, standing on the top of Westminster Abbey. The weather was sunny and sunny. The fanatical believers below were shouting his name, and the goddess of wealth, Nande, was wearing a papal robe for him. crown....
Archbishop Brandon's lips raised a smile involuntarily, and he was immersed in the illusory scene. After an unknown amount of time, he shuddered and returned to consciousness. He looked at the half-eaten toast in his hand and suppressed it. The urge to keep eating.
"How's it going?" Second Prince Shukri looked at him expectantly: "Did it work?"
"Well, it's genuine, there is no false advertising, and the effect is better than I imagined." Archbishop Brandon gave a pertinent evaluation: "It seems that Nicholas can indeed make potions. He must have a potion formula in his hands."
"Do you want to continue testing?"
Shukri looked at the 'stick of Hercules' in a glass bottle. The liquid inside was clear and transparent, with strange blue ripples. "Mr. Nicholas said that after drinking it, you will become extremely powerful, just like Like ants, they can lift objects many times heavier than themselves.... The side effects are muscle soreness, and taking too much may even cause muscle rupture."
"There is no need to test, and there is nothing here that can be used for testing." Archbishop Brandon said: "Since the Sleeping Toast and the Blood of Mercury are genuine, then Hercules' stick should be fine too."
"Indeed." Shukri nodded: "Archbishop, look at how we can win over Mr. Nicholas?"
"He is a businessman, and businessmen pursue profits. In addition to the necessary benefits, if we want him to be devoted to us, we need to use special means to force him to stand in our camp. I want to think carefully about how to do it, Your Highness. Let’s go back first.”
"good."
Shukri stood up and was about to pack the boxes on the table when suddenly a thin hand stretched out and grabbed his wrist.
"Keep the toast and take the other potions with you."
"ah?!"
