"So, you walked out in such a swaggering manner under the watch of Black Crow King Guard?"
Diakum looked at the expressionless Aegwynn in surprise, then gave a thumbs up and said:
"Awesome, Guardian, I asked you to be a prophet to report the news, but you almost turned into Assassin's Creed. It's okay to act like Assassinating the King on the spot."
"I'm just too lazy to deal with the elves."
Aegwynn, dressed as "Raven Prophet", shook his head and said:
"I get a headache when I think about the situation Azeroth is facing at this time. All the six forces have taken action. The Mortal Empire should be more proactive in participating. If it continues to be conservative, it will only become Force War's cannon fodder.
It's you instead.
In a hurry, you asked me to teleport you from Stormwind to Kalimdor, but you are leisurely preparing to go shopping in the city of Goblin? Are you sure you are here to see Star Soul Lord, not for a trip?"
"Time, Lord Guardian, the key point of this operation lies in precise control of time."
Vigilant didn't explain too much. He was riding his cool Spectral Tiger and running with his "tour group" in the Tanaris desert in a mighty manner.
But the girls were all sitting in the big black aristocratic carriage at the back with the emblem of the Prestor Family printed on it. Rexxar, who was wrapped up tightly, was sitting on top of the carriage as a guest driver. Therefore, Vigilant, who was running in front of the carriage, was like a "pathfinder" for a big shot.
He said to Aegwynn who was driving Magic Carpet:
"I heard at Stormwind that Goblin were very seriously infected by Magic Plague. Considering that Gadgetzan and Gadgetzan is the core city of Steamwheedle Cartel, so I came here specifically to have a look. After all, Lothar cannot rely solely on courage and belief to rebuild the empire. Where the money comes from is a very important question.
Rebuilding an empire sounds like a lot of money.
If you can't attract "angel investors", no matter how rich Quel'Thalas's family is, it won't be able to withstand such a disaster."
"Well, I understand."
Aegwynn said:
"You want to do business with Goblins? The product is Human Empire. Hey, although all Goblins are ambitious, I'm afraid not many people would dare to take on such a big business."
"So I want to talk to the biggest boss. You have lived for more than 800 years, and the rumors in the whole world cannot be hidden from your ears. How much do you know about "Trade Prince Steamwheedle" who established Steamwheedle Cartel?"
Dick looked at his allies, Aegwynn was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said:
"I don't know. I haven't had any worries about money since I was 40 years old. When I was most depressed, I would go to Dalaran's bank vault to steal some money and borrow some funds.
I have never dealt with Goblin in so many years, but Medivh has been very interested in Goblin for a while.
He once told me that if the current trajectory of the world continues, without external intervention, the high probability of ruling the world in thousands of years will be Goblin.
He said that the power in the hands of Goblin can shape the future and even destroy the world.
But I always regarded this as a cold joke for my son to make his mother happy."
The former guardian said disdainfully:
"If Medivh is talking about money, then he is destined to be disappointed. Goblins can't make as much money as Zandalar Empire's even if they earn ten thousand years Golden King's wealth grows. Among Vault of the Incarnates of Dazar'alor, there is a rare "Golden Elemental", which is called "Prosperity Spirit".
Wherever it goes, soil and rocks will turn into pure gold.
The power of money can't accomplish big things in Azeroth, but any strong person with some style will not bend down for ridiculous gold coins."
"I guess what Medivh is talking about is Goblin's "business thinking"."
Diakum shook his head, feeling that the guardian underestimated "capitalism" a little too much. On the other hand, Medivh's vision was indeed vicious, and he saw the key to the rise of the Goblin chaebol.
But to be honest, this Magic Plague in front of us is the most dangerous situation that the Goblins have encountered in the process of ruling the world.
Goblin is already weak in strength, and they don't care about the degradation of flesh and blood. However, once Magic Plague takes away the wisdom that Goblin are proud of, then the little Green Skins will have no choice but to return to their rightful place in this world.
It is said that Goblin's ancestor Pygmies in ancient times was a mining slave of Trolls. From this point of view, the history of Goblin's fortune is actually quite inspiring.
"Stop anyone who comes!"
When they crossed the desert and arrived at the entrance of Goblin city Gadgetzan in the desert, a weak voice sounded from the front.
Outside the gate of this classic desert city "Giant Earthen Fortress", which was decorated with wasteland-style machinery, the Goblin guard riding on the head of Ogres was coughing heartbreakingly. It didn't even have the strength to pick up Goblin Firearm.
But even then, the Goblin guard still stretched out his hand and said tremblingly:
"Pay the city fee and apply for a temporary residence permit for one person. Ahem. Three silver coins."
"But I have no money, my Goblin friend."
Diakum put away the Spectral Tiger vehicle, and under the gaze of Ogres, who was simple but carrying a spiked war hammer, he said to Goblin, who had a strange tuft of white hair in front of him:
"How about I pay with this?"
"What is this? Damn it, this disease is killing me. I can barely see."
Goblin The guard was dizzy and wanted to see clearly what was in Dick's hand, but he used too much force and fell off Ogres's head with a loud sound. He fainted after hitting the sand.
"It's over now."
Aegwynn crossed his arms and sarcastically said:
"You are going to be blackmailed to death by Goblin in this city. In this case, I don't think this matter will be over unless I pay them hundreds of gold coins."
"Don't make trouble."
Dick squatted down under Human Form, supported the unconscious Goblin, and put the seed into its mouth so that it could swallow it.
He turned back to Aegwynn and said:
"If this guy unfortunately dies here, his pension will be more than two months' wages. I think he is very eloquent and can get the highest-level labor contract from Gadgetzan's HR.
Goblin businessmen always get their first pot of gold from squeezing their compatriots. The saddest thing is that the richer they are, the harder they squeeze. This is even regarded as a "business virtue" by Goblin people."
"Ahem"
The Goblin guard who had been fed the seeds quickly opened his eyes. The moment he saw Diakum, this guy grabbed Dick's gauntlet and screamed:
"You knocked me down, please pay me! At least ten gold coins to compensate for my mental loss and physical damage, otherwise I will... Huh? I'm fine? My headache doesn't hurt anymore!"
Little Green Skins screamed and jumped up. Although it was still very weak, it immediately realized that its illness was recovering. It opened its sleeves and took a look. The originally dense gray spots were also fading quickly.
It immediately realized what had just happened, so it looked left and right, rubbed its hands and said enthusiastically to Diakum:
"You cured me of the plague? That's amazing!
Is what you fed me just now an antidote? Oh no, you have to hide this treasure well. There are madmen everywhere in this city. Once they know that you have the antidote, those guys will definitely drive a woodcutter to hunt you down.
Having said that, I think you really need a "professional manager" to help you manage this "profitable" business!
Ahem, I am not talented, but I have worked hard in the local business circle for many years. Ever since my mother gave birth to me in the bathroom of a bar in Undermine, I have always wanted to find an opportunity to stand out.
I met you today."
Green Skins Goblin's big eyes burst out with substantial light. At this time, Diakum looked like "Saint of Wealth" falling from the sky, and its whole body was dotted with golden light.
It said excitedly:
"The magic medicine in your hand can be sold for at least ten gold coins. No, a thousand gold coins each! You must not lower the price. Now the rich people in Steamwheedle Cartel are taking refuge in Gadgetzan. There are already crazy guys who have driven the infected Goblin into the desert to let them fend for themselves in order to protect themselves.
God, it's so cruel.
But this is a great opportunity for you to make a name for yourself!
I guarantee that as long as you leave it to me to operate it, you will become a wealthy businessman in the country in less than a day, and I will also be able to earn a reputation and commission.
Now that we've talked about it, let's sign a labor contract, shall we?"
Diakum, who was wearing a battle helmet, looked at Goblin in front of him and said so many words in one breath. When it looked at him expectantly, Vigilant spoke:
"Your name is Malin? Marin Noggenfogger? Aren't you a pharmacist? Why are you here as a guard?"
"You know me?"
Goblin was stunned for a moment, then sighed and said:
"The rich man knew that I was a local pharmacist. After he gave up Booty Bay and fled here, he asked me to find a way to cure the plague, but I don't have that ability. Even I was infected.
There are no idlers in Gadgetzan now!
I wasn't kidding just now. Many wealthy people are taking refuge here. Those infected Goblin will be kicked out if they can't pay the money. Many people.
Alas, I, a failed pharmacist, can only make a living as a cow and a horse for others."
"Okay."
Dick nodded, crossed his fingers to Marin Noggenfogger, who had at least 26 years to live before becoming a rich man, and whispered:
"I sign a contract with you and appoint you as my temporary personal financial officer. I have a bag of seeds here. You go to the desert and bring back those Goblin who have been driven out. Soak the seeds in water and give them a drink. Although Magic Plague cannot be cured, it can alleviate their symptoms a lot.
Also, I want to meet Steamwheedle!
I'll only stay here for 24 hours. If you can't let me see Steamwheedle, then our contract will be void."
"Invisible."
Marin Noggenfogger's eyes lit up, but then he pointed at the sky with a grimace and said:
"Steamwheedle Prince was cruising in the sky in his own luxury airship the day after Magic Plague broke out. A character like it would not risk being infected and return to the ground. But I know that Grand Master Rivigaz in Gadgetzan is a loyal subordinate of Steamwheedle Prince and was appointed to take care of its business in Booty Bay.
The rich man must have a way to contact Steamwheedle Prince, and I will definitely find a way for you to meet the rich man.
In fact, all it takes is one seed."
It rubbed its hands, took the small bag of seeds from Diakum, and said:
"The rich man was also infected by Magic Plague. He had a premonition that his time was running out, so he locked himself in the room. Half of the chaos in Gadgetzan now is due to the chaos caused by other people who wanted to inherit Revilgaz's wealth.
As long as you give it the seed and cure it, you will immediately become the new master of this city."
"Then I'll leave it to you. The sooner the better."
Vigilant nodded and led the others into the city. Marin Noggenfogger, who nodded and bowed, watched his "temporary employer" leave, and then looked at the small packet of seeds in his hand with some trepidation.
It was opened and counted, and there were ten precious green seeds inside.
These things can save ten infected Goblin. If it works well, ten seeds can bring it a big business with a return rate that may exceed thousands or tens of thousands of times. Even if it is more insidious, you can completely escape with the money.
Anyway, it is just a verbal contract and has no binding force at all.
But the mysterious man asked himself to soak the seeds in water to save the Goblins who were about to die miserably in the desert. This was such a waste of natural resources!
Those poor people were kicked out of the city because they couldn't pay the money. There is no reward for saving them.
Malin is a pharmacist. Although he is not necessarily very professional, he can tell that the vitality of these seeds is losing its effectiveness over time, which means that it must make a decision immediately.
Rescue people, contact the rich man, or seize the time to make a fortune by taking advantage of this great opportunity?
Three choices were placed in front of Marin Noggenfogger, making it very confusing.
The Ogres companions next to him all saw Noggenfogger's entanglement. The guy who was very similar to Ogres but more honest scratched his head, rubbed his belly, and said to Goblin who bought it from the slave trader for ten silver coins in Kezan:
"I'm hungry, Malin, when do you want to eat?"
"Eat, eat, eat! Just know how to eat! I am facing a decision in my life, okay? That mysterious guy casually gave me the opportunity to get rich. He must be an angel sent by the God of Wealth to enlighten me."
Malin cursed:
"I have to think carefully before I can understand the intention of the God of Wealth. Yes, he just said that he wanted to see Steamwheedle. He must have a big business to discuss with Steamwheedle Prince.
Right, this is consistent with his status of casually taking out the antidote to the plague.
This is just the beginning, that's right!
These seeds are just an "interview"!
The principle of big business is to be long-term and short-term. This is the first sentence written by Steamwheedle Prince in his autobiography. Damn it, I almost missed this opportunity to develop.
Quick!
You, go find water quickly!
I use five seeds to save people, one seed is used as a stepping stone, one seed is given to the rich man, and the remaining three are used to make money. Forget it, since I have to perform my best, I will only keep one to make money and use seven to save people."
It muttered, and after Ogres got a basin of water, Malin threw the seeds into the water to soak them with a feeling that had never been so sad for a dead horse. When it was leaving the last one to make money, it saw the gray spots on the arms of its Ogres partner.
This stupid guy Life Force is strong and not afraid of the plague, but that doesn't mean it won't be affected.
In the past few days, it has become more and more stupid.
"Fuck! Why can't I be so cruel? No wonder I haven't been able to make a fortune."
Noggenfogger cursed hard, finally closed his eyes, threw the seeds to his Ogres and told it to eat it, and then he and the healthy Ogres hung water bladders all over their bodies, cursing and self-examination, they must be cruel next time to make a lot of money.
Judging from its skillful appearance, you can tell that this guy must have reviewed this many times in his past life.
All of this was reflected in the magical image of Aegwynn who had already stayed in the Gadgetzan hotel. A group of people gathered together to watch Goblin's entanglement, pain and final decision.
"This guy is a good Green Skins."
Yrel wagging his tail and said:
"It really wants to make money, and I can feel the struggle, but it still chooses to save more people, although the starting point is just to show you how reliable it is."
"Are you testing him on purpose? Dick."
Neri looked at Diakum who was sitting in the other corner of the room, practicing Eredar calligraphy with all his heart. Facing the archbishop's question, Vigilant shook his head and said:
"It wasn't a test, I knew it would do this from the start.
Because it is Noggenfogger, the most well-behaved rich man Goblin, and also my favorite Goblin in the future I saw in Destiny Enlightenment, and tied for first place with another Goblin good guy Gazlowe.
Even if it doesn't meet us, it will definitely make a fortune.
If Azeroth really has a god of wealth, then Marin Noggenfogger is definitely one of his chosen ones."
"Then why give it the seed?"
Aegwynn didn't believe this statement. She flipped through the grimoire and said:
"You must be testing it to choose the most reliable Goblin collaborator for Marshal Lothar."
Dick had no explanation, because Shadow Word was also ridiculing his hypocrisy, even though he was really just joking with his "old friend" just now.
Alas, I feel so lonely when no one understands me.
"Ahem, thank you for your magic seed. Your Excellency, you saved my life and the wealth that I have worked hard to accumulate all my life. Those bastards want to take it away! They can't even think about it!"
A few hours later, the current person in charge of Gadgetzan, Grand Master Rivigaz, who had retreated from Booty Bay, entertained several "saviors" with the highest standards.
Its body is very weak, and it looks like it has been tortured by Magic Plague for a long time. In fact, judging from the bloodshot eyes, this rich man wearing a white shirt and black pants may be only one step away from mental degradation.
"This will only protect you from this Magic Plague infection."
Dick said seriously:
"If you want to be immune to the influence of Magic Plague for a long time, you need to regularly take Nature Seed spawned by Forest Sprite Sage. Those otherworldly beings are now gathering in the Stormwind Kingdom.
I am just their messenger.
The reason why I must meet with you is that I hope you can help me contact Steamwheedle Prince.
Let me put it bluntly, Venture Company funded Green Skins Orcs to invade Stormwind Kingdom, which has constituted an actual war crime. I hope Steamwheedle Prince can suppress them in Goblin's channels and stop them from being too active!
In addition, human Arathor Empire is about to be rebuilt, and Anduin Lothar needs an investor who is generous enough, so."
"Ah, no wonder you must meet Steamwheedle Prince. Such a terrifying investment is indeed not something I, the regional director, can decide."
The rich man didn't know whether he was weak or nervous. Sweat dripped from his green forehead. As he wiped it, he said:
"I will send the message to Steamwheedle Prince as quickly as possible. Do you need to stay a few more days so that Prince can come to discuss the details of cooperation with you in person?"
"No, just send the letter. If Steamwheedle Prince is interested in "Affair of State", you can go directly to Stormwind to find Marshal Lothar and talk to him."
Dick waved his hands and said:
"I have to go to Silithus. I want to fight a war there. Naturally, I need a lot of supplies. I have to prepare food, supplies and medicine for at least two thousand people. I hope Gadgetzan can provide me with everything I need.
As for remuneration"
Vigilant shrugged, threw out a large bag of natural seeds, and landed it in the arms of Marin Noggenfogger, who stood next to him with his chest puffed out and proudly.
He said to the surprised rich man:
"Let my personal financial officer discuss business matters with you. I have only one request, the sooner the better! In addition, those seeds can only remain active for eight hours after being separated from the magical environment, so there is not much time left for you to heal the city.
Although we are talking about business, in the name of Holy Light, we should not let those who are suffering spend this night in despair."