Another World’s Versatile Crafting Master Chapter 19: Father and son

"It's almost done, but there are two more troublesome places. Buyers are always biting on the price and refusing to let go. I am sending people to negotiate with them. It is estimated that good news will come in a while."

　　 Remwell looked respectful, but his eyes still showed a bit of pride. He always wanted to prove that in addition to his magical talent, he is also a good family manager, so he is dealing with the property this time. In the middle, he has been as perfect as possible. In just one day, he disposed of five properties worth more than 180,000 gold coins, and in such an urgent situation, he still did not cause the family to suffer too much loss.

　　 I want to come to Cromwell, even if my father takes the shot himself, I’m afraid it’s hard to do better than him.

　　 "Idiot!" But what was waiting for him was the angry roar of Old Merlin. The wine glass in the old man's hand fell to the floor again, and his fingers pointing at Cromwell were shaking slightly in the sound of rapid breathing: "Who asked you to negotiate with them? Who gave you the right to negotiate with them? Do you know that this is a matter of life and death for the Merlin family! In such a thing, you dare to do it well? Advocate, do you still put my old man in your eyes?"

　　 "Father..." Cromwell was completely stunned. Old Merlin's anger, like a stick in the dark, completely defeated Cromwell, and for a while, grievances came to his heart. Just stood there blankly, unable to speak for a long time.

　　 "Hey..." After all, he is his own son. After swearing, Matthews's anger has faded a little, and the old man sighed helplessly: "Why don't you think about it, if It’s not because time is too tight, how could I sell the property in the center of the city? Do you think that our Merlin family will still be short of money? What we lack now is time! The time left for us is really too short, only Two days, two days later, the 30 bottles of Arcane Pharmacy will start to be auctioned. If only a few days later, it will be fine, so that I can deal with a few more properties, so that at auction, the odds of winning will be greater... "

　　 "But..." Cromwell had no idea that Old Merlin would make such a big determination this time: "These 30 bottles of Arcane medicine are really so important to the Merlin family? Without these potions, we already have forty magicians above level 5. With such strength, apart from the Magic Guild, no one can reach Garros in the sight. Why do we desperately fight for these 30 bottles of Arcane Magic Medicine?"

　　 "Huh..." Old Merlin rolled his eyes and looked at Cromwell's gaze with a bit of hatred for iron and steel: "I told you not to go with those old guys in the family. So close, why don’t you listen? Look at what they have taught you, these short-sighted things...forty magicians above level 5...looks beautiful! With these 30 bottles of Arcane potions , What we have will be seventy real magicians instead of ridiculous apprentices!"

　　Speaking of this, there was a trace of killing in the eyes of Old Meilin: "And have you thought about it, if these Arcane potions fall into the hands of other families, what will the Meilin family do?"

　　 Old Merlin’s words caused Cromwell to fall into contemplation. He stood there blankly, savouring the meaning of his father’s words. Cromwell was not an idiot. After a while, he began to grasp For a while, Cromwell only felt cold in his hands and feet, and opened his mouth to speak, but he felt an unusually dry voice: "You...you mean...the status of the Merlin family...will be... Replaced by other forces?"

　　"En." The look on Old Merlin's face was a bit heavy: "For the Merlins, these thirty bottles of Austrian law potions may be an opportunity or a disaster..."

　　 "I understand my father!"

　　" In these two days, in addition to disposing of the property as soon as possible, it is best to go to the Magic Guild to transfer more. If you can ask the origin of this batch of Arcane potions, then it would be great, even if you ask If you don’t, you must also establish a good relationship with the Magic Guild. This time, they may have dug up a master potionist. When you go, take the fourteenth-level spells in the family. Grean should Can understand what I mean..." Old Merlin's voice sounded a little lost: "From now on, the Magic Guild will no longer be the previous Magic Guild..."

　　 "Okay, I will do it now!"

　　 "Wait..." Cromwell was about to go out, but Old Merlin stopped him again: "A few days ago I seemed to have heard that you are because of a young magician~IndoMTL.com~ The guild is a little unpleasant?"

　　 "This matter...I can explain this matter..." Old Merlin revealed what he had done secretly on the spot, and Cromwell couldn't help but panic.

　　 "How much do you know about that young magician?" Judging from the look on Old Merlin's face, there was not much to blame.

　　 "Know some." Cromwell was a little relieved, and then said: "This magician is called Ferre, I met when I was in the sunset mountains, when he encountered a two-legged dragon. It was I who rescued him, but this person is not only unaware of gratitude, but also wants to deal with me again and again. Later I heard that he joined the Magic Guild, so I wanted Grean to teach him something..."

　　"How is your strength?"

　　"About level six."

　　 "It's just an insignificant little person." Old Merlin shook his head: "You are at fault. You shouldn't let Grean know. If you go this time, first try if you can win him. If you can't win you... …"

　　 said thin fingers across his neck, making a kill gesture.

　　 "Remember, to do it, it must be clean."

　　 "Understand!"

　　 Although he was scolded badly, Cromwell was in a happy mood when he left Old Merlin’s study. He could only engage in small actions secretly, but unexpectedly received Old Merlin’s approval. For Cromwell, this is absolutely more important than anything else. With the strong support of the Merlin family, killing a down-and-out low-level magician is easier than crushing an ant.

　　 As for trying to win... Cromwell didn't even think about it. As long as he took out those fourteenth-level spells, even Grean had to look at him differently. Why did he need to win? A down-and-out low-level mage?