The Last Alchemist

"Ah~~ Water~~ Give me water~~~"

Vincent woke up, but he felt that his eyelids weighed a thousand pounds, and his body seemed to be tied up by ropes and couldn't move. His mouth was extremely dry and his throat was burning. The only thing he could do was to beg like a groan.

At this moment, he felt a warm and moist strange thing touching his lips, and he could smell the fragrance of tea in his nose. He subconsciously began to suck. With this suck, the sweet tea entered his mouth, moistened his throat, and flowed all the way into his stomach.

"Ah~~~" Vincent sighed with satisfaction and felt his body begin to wake up.

After a while, he opened his eyes.

He found himself lying on a narrow bed, with a window next to the bed. Sunlight shone in from the window, and there were faint voices coming in. At the table next to the window, a black-haired boy was sitting in a chair in front of the table and looking at him.

"You are... Oh~ I remember, Mr. Rosen, I'm so sorry!"

The memory of last night quickly came to his mind, and Vincent felt ashamed and his face was hot.

In Rosen's eyes, Vincent's fair and handsome face turned red. He was obviously a man, but he looked quite pleasing to the eye.

'This kid's appearance is really unreasonable. Even if he goes bankrupt, as long as he is willing to put down his dignity, there must be a lot of noble ladies willing to support him, hehe. '

Of course, he was just thinking about it. Seeing Vincent wake up, he smiled and said, "Mr. Vincent, you were very drunk yesterday."

Vincent became more and more ashamed. He hurriedly got up from the bed and bowed deeply to Rosen, apologetically: "I lost my temper last night. I am very sorry. I will do my best to make up for it!"

Rosen laughed and waved his hand: "Let's not talk about compensation first. I have heard about your situation. It doesn't seem good."

Vincent was stunned for a few seconds, then sat down on the bed dejectedly, his face full of bitterness: "Mr. Rosen, to be honest, I am almost bankrupt and owe a huge debt. At present, there is less than 1,000 krones left in my pocket."

Kron is the common currency of the Kingdom of Cowell. The purchasing power of 1,000 krones is equivalent to 750 silver ronds. Perhaps this money can support ordinary people for several years, but in Nilogard, especially in the wealthy area in the west of the city, it can only last for a month at most.

It seems that Vincent is really at the end of his rope.

Rosen smiled faintly and asked, "How much do you owe in total?"

Vincent opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he held back in the end. The merchant's instinct told him that he couldn't easily reveal his bottom line to strangers.

Rosen understood Vincent's concerns: "Are you afraid that I have plans for you?"

"No, no, no, forget it. I've come to this point. I can't get any worse. Let me tell you, my three merchant ships were all sunk by the Flame God Cult. The ships were gone, and all the goods on them were gone. The goods were all high-end goods, such as Moonlight Night Red Wine, silver tableware, fine silk clothes, etc., with a total value of 10,000 gold dragon coins, of which only 20% was mine."

"Oh~ a debt of more than 8,000 gold dragon coins, this is really a lot of money." Rosen exclaimed.

8,000 gold dragon coins, if it were on Earth, it would be at least hundreds of millions. It's no wonder that Vincent couldn't bear it and sold his house and heirlooms.

Vincent got a headache when he thought of this debt. He covered his face with his hands and said in a muffled voice: "I have paid off most of it. Now there is only 3,000 gold dragon coins left. But, forget it, 3,000 and 8,000 will have the same result. Anyway, my life is over."

Rosen nodded slightly.

He could understand Vincent's despair. This era is not the Internet era of Earth. Information exchange is convenient, the financial industry is extremely developed, and there are various financing opportunities. It can share risks and help people recover quickly. In the other world, the accumulation of original capital is very difficult. It usually takes several generations of struggle to achieve it. Therefore, without external help, Vincent will never be able to recover. He will continue to pay off debts and sink for the rest of his life, and finally turn into a pile of meaningless dust.

Rosen was a little curious: "I see merchant ships everywhere on the Bishui River, why did the Flame Cult attack your ship?"

A trace of anger flashed across Vincent's face: "I didn't know why at first. Later I heard that someone secretly reported to the Flame Cult that there were many magicians hiding on my ship, and he falsely accused me of helping those magicians escape from Berkeley. Now I know who is harming me, but unfortunately I have no chance to take revenge."

"Oh~~ So that's it." Rosen suddenly realized.

After a few seconds of silence, Vincent looked up at Rosen and smiled miserably: "Mr. Rosen, do you think I am particularly pitiful now? Do you think I am a maggot in the mud now?"

"Of course not." Rosen shook his head.

Vincent looked miserable: "Thank you very much for your comfort. You are the only one who has not said bad things to me in all these days. You are a gentleman."

"Gentleman?" Rosen smacked his lips: "It's the first time someone has praised me like this. It sounds good. In my opinion, you are also an upright and responsible person."

"Although it sounds a bit ironic, thank you for the compliment." Vincent responded in a lost voice.

Rosen suddenly asked: "Are you just giving up like this? Don't you want to try again?"

"Give up? Try hard?" Vincent looked up and stared at Rosen blankly, not quite understanding what he meant.

Rosen reached out from his waist bag and took out a palm-sized double-barreled cylinder, tossed it gently, and threw it into Vincent's hand: "Try this."

"What is this?"

Vincent looked at the cylinders over and over again. He found that the two cylinders side by side were made of metal, using a craft he had never seen before. When he touched them with his hands, they felt cold and seemed very smooth, but they would not slip at all. At both ends of the cylinders, there were crystal-clear glass lenses like crystal. This lens is very, very pure and beautiful. Just one look at it can make people fall in love with it deeply.

"Magic mirror, you can put the small side of the lens in front of your eyes. Come, try it in front of the window." Rosen extended his hand to invite.

Vincent hesitated and stood up, walked to the window, and as Rosen said, he put the small lens in front of his eyes to observe. After taking a look, he shrank his head back with an "ah", as if he was scared.

"What's going on? How can the dock be so close?"

"This is the power of the magic mirror. Haven't you heard of it before?"

Vincent shook his head: "Of course I've heard of the magic mirror and used it once, but it never looked so clear and bright. I've never seen such a good magic mirror!"

He picked up the magic mirror again to look at the dock in the distance. This time, he was mentally prepared and began to look carefully.

"Oh my God, I can actually see the faces of the dock workers! They are talking and their lips are still moving. If someone knows lip reading, wouldn't they be able to hear people talking directly? Ah~~~ Rat! I saw a rat on the deck. Oh my God, I can actually see the rat's eyes and its teeth, and it has a peanut in its mouth! Yes! It's a peanut."

Vincent was so excited that if he wasn't afraid of dropping the magic mirror, he would have to dance in the room.

After a while, Vincent calmed down a little. At this time, he had roughly guessed Rosen's thoughts: "Mr. Rosen, you came to me to ask me to help you sell this magic mirror?"

"What else?" Rosen shrugged.

"But why me?" Vincent was puzzled: "You know, I am now ruined."

Rosen stretched out a finger and shook it in front of him: "It's true that I am ruined, but not ruined. In fact, I have asked many people about you, and most people have a good evaluation of you."

Vincent shook his head and smiled bitterly: "But none of these people are willing to help me, they wish they could stay away from me."

"That's not because they think you are bad, but the debt you owe is too much, so much that these ordinary people can't afford it in their entire lives. Those ordinary people don't want to help you, but they can't do it. Because they are just ordinary people, their strength is low, so low that just taking care of their own families has exhausted their strength."

Vincent was stunned. He heard such a statement for the first time.

"Mr. Vincent, you see, I'm an alchemist. I have pretty good skills, but I'm not very good at doing business, so I've always wanted to find a trustworthy businessman to be my partner. Now, I think you're pretty good."

"But I still owe 3,000 gold dragons. Can you help me?"

"Haha, 3,000 gold dragons, that's a lot, just enough for a Prancing Horse Mansion."

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"Aren't you selling the Prancing Horse Mansion?"

"Yes. I heard someone has rented the mansion."

"I rented it."

"Ah, that's a coincidence." Vincent's mind was dull and he couldn't think straight. The only thing he knew now was that this young and over-the-top alchemist in front of him seemed to be able to help him out of the quagmire.

Rosen continued: "3,000 gold dragons, I'll buy the Prancing Horse Mansion. Of course, I can't take out so much money at once, so I have to pay it in installments, and pay it off within a year at the longest. How about that?"

"That's no problem." Vincent nodded repeatedly.

Rosen pointed at the magic mirror in Vincent's hand and asked, "How much do you think this thing will sell for?"

"This?" Vincent thought for a moment and said, "If it is put in the auction house and fully promoted, it may sell for 60 gold dragon coins?"

Rosen was a little disappointed: "50 gold dragon coins? That's it?"

Vincent said: "Mr. Rosen, your magic mirror is good, but this thing is generally used for entertainment by the rich and powerful, and at most the army purchases some. Even the masterpiece of Master Parkland can only be sold for 30 gold dragon coins at most, and your magic mirror is very perfect and can be sold for more, but..."

Hearing this, Rosen immediately lost interest in selling high-end magic mirrors: "Then tell me, Nilogard What is the most expensive thing in the city? "

When he asked this, Vincent immediately said with absolute certainty: "The wand! Of course it's the wand! The wand made by Nirogard Academy has a minimum asking price of 80 gold dragon coins. And those powerful wands are hard to come by!"

Rosen's mind suddenly lit up: "Wand? Tell me more about the wand."

Vincent immediately said: "For example, the lightning wand that can help magicians release the flash spell, even if it is of the most ordinary quality, it must be charged after one release, and it is worth 200 gold dragon coins. If this wand can release the flash spell continuously, the price will double for each additional release."

"Hmm~ The lightning wand, if it can release 10 flash spells in a row, wouldn't it be 2,000 gold dragon coins?"

Vincent nodded: "That's about right. Of course, the power of the flash must be sufficient."

"Magic wand. Magic wand" Rosen murmured the word again and again. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he asked: "If it is a magic wand that ordinary people can use, how much can it sell for?"

"Can ordinary people use it?" Vincent was stunned. After a long while, he said: "In the city of Nirogard, there are less than a thousand talented magicians, but countless ordinary people are very awed by magic and very envious. There are many nobles and wealthy businessmen who have no talent but are rich. They pursue magic all their lives. If there is such a magic wand that ordinary people can use, there must be countless people willing to pay for it. The magic wand is in short supply, so the price is naturally up to you."

"Hmm~~~ It's good to set the price as I like. , not bad, very good. "Rosen showed a big smile on his face, and he said to Vincent: "This magic mirror in your hand is equivalent to the rent of 50 gold dragon coins. Tomorrow. No, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow I will make a magic wand that ordinary people can use. Can you help me find a buyer?"

Vincent's eyes lit up: "Absolutely no problem, there are so many buyers like this."

"For example?"

"For example, the Marquis Adele Biggs, 23 years old this year, has been obsessed with magic for many years, but unfortunately she has no magic talent and will never be able to cast magic by herself in her lifetime. If you can satisfy her wish, I think she will even be willing to give her virginity to you!"

Rosen waved his hands again and again: "I don't want virginity, I just want gold dragon coins. It's settled, the day after tomorrow, you come to the Yuema Mansion to get the magic wand!"