Marin Noggenfogger, Diakum's financial officer, spent some time negotiating the arms supply contract with Grand Master Rivigaz at the dinner table. When the dinner, which was quite desert-style and Goblin's cooking style, was over, Vigilant went back to his room to rest.
Although I said I would stay here for 24 hours, in fact Gadgetzan was not much fun during Magic Plague's rampage.
Desert Arena, which was always very lively in the city, has been shut down, and the gangs in the streets and alleys are now only fighting in a small way, without the vitality and competition of "Mean Streets of Gadgetzan" more than 20 years later.
The casino that Goblin likes to open is still open for business, but even if Diakum is walking through the trial of Path of Light and Darkness, his extremely high personal ethics cannot allow himself to fall into the abyss of gambling.
Unfortunately, morality can only restrain himself, so he just pretended not to see Neri and Yrel running to "see the world."
Draenei generally has a high moral standard and Neri has a "burden of responsibility." It is rare for an archbishop to have the opportunity to visit a casino with such swagger.
Chromie and Tarecgosa disappeared suddenly. They probably took advantage of passing by Tanaris to go sightseeing in Caverns of Time deep in the desert.
Rexxar is very interested in the desert environment.
Draenor does not have such terrain, so as a Druid and hunter, Rexxar decided to spend one night investigating the unique ecology in the desert and walking his two wild beast companions.
When Nightfall arrived, only Diakum and his "prisoners" were left in the room.
"You'd better give me a good time, hateful Holy Light Slave Owner!"
Onyxia, who was wearing a black dress, shouted viciously at Dick:
"You Holy Light Follower don't have any good ideas. Don't give me a chance to contact my compatriots, otherwise you will all die!"
"I thought that the black dragon, which is famous for its cunning, would look for hope of escape in a more rational manner when it learned that it was in trouble. But you provoked me like this and tried to survive in a desperate situation?"
Dick glanced at Black Dragon Princess in surprise and said:
"You should be more cunning. When Lady Kara's Holy Light washed away the Void Power in your body, did it also take away your brain?"
"I can be more cunning, I can even seduce you."
Black Dragon Princess gritted his teeth and said:
"But you are a Voidwalkers. Controlling Twilight Hammer makes all illusions invisible to you. I don't think the dragon's appearance can be considered "beautiful" in your eyes. You are also a gloomy person.
How can I be your opponent when it comes to conspiracy, so why should I humiliate myself?
And I don't understand, why do you have to try Lightforging me? Have I ever provoked you before?"
"Just a taste of the possibilities, Katelina."
Diakum wrote the Eredar runes meticulously, and he explained:
"I just want to try to see if I can bring an adult high-level black dragon like you from the corrosion of the void into the light, which means that Azeroth will also have one more precious possibility. Aren't you curious why Krodom and Tarecgosa are willing to follow me all the way deep into the desert?
Lightforging It's really painful for a creature like you, but I don't mean any harm in this matter.
Maybe you will thank me in the near future."
"You're dreaming!"
Black Dragon Princess stared at Vigilant with burning eyes. Just at this moment, there was a knock on the door. Diakum glanced at her and pursed her lips. Onyxia stepped forward very unhappily and opened the door with Arcanite Crystal's shackled hands.
Outside the door, Marin Noggenfogger, who was drunk because he had entered "Goblin high society" for the first time, was preparing to report to his "boss". When he looked up, he saw a pair of yellow indifferent snake eyes looking down at him.
Even though Onyxia's power was dispersed by Holy Light's disc player, the pressure of being a superior dragon still scared Malin into completely sobering up at this moment.
"Okay! Bullying the weak doesn't show your strength."
Dick scolded, Onyxia then took back "Longwei", snorted, opened the door and walked away.
She was unhappy and wanted to find a place to get drunk at Gadgetzan, using weak alcohol to numb her current predicament. Fortunately, this city with a strong commercial atmosphere never lacked such good places to relax.
"Well, your maid is so powerful."
Noggenfogger is a pharmacist.
Although it is not a serious spell caster, it is still somewhat knowledgeable. The pair of snake eyes just now meant that the "maid in black" was not a human being. This made the Goblin businessman start to think about what kind of mysterious guy his boss was.
Of course, as a Goblin with business ethics, Noggenfogger will not show this idea on his face.
It beat its weak legs, got up and walked into the room, saying to Diakum:
"I have already drawn up a contract with the wealthy man's subordinate manager. Boss, you just need to sign it. A total of 2,500 war supplies, including food and medicine, as well as some magic materials, are provided according to the standards for Steamwheedle Cartel to Cenarion Hold.
They promise to organize an airship to transport your supplies to Silithus immediately after Gadgetzan restores a certain order."
"Then do I need to pay extra?"
Dick took out a quill pen and wrote his name on the contract in the most correct font. He also took out the third largest ruling seal and stamped it.
he asked:
"Such supplies must be expensive, right?"
"No, the seeds you gave were cunningly distributed by the rich man at auction to the one hundred richest Goblins in the city, and the remaining ones were soaked in water and given to the Goblins who could not afford the expensive medicines. As a result, both parties were desperate and regarded them as life-saving straws.
Even if they pay a large sum of money, they still regard the rich man as a "benefactor".
That guy is really good at business, and he saves face with both hands."
Noggenfogger said sourly:
"In order to thank you for saving this city, Grand Master Rivigaz generously gave us a 50% discount. Therefore, this income alone is enough to pay for this batch of materials, but we have to pay for the hiring of manpower.
But you don't have to worry about this.
The more than two hundred Goblins I rescued from the desert have all signed business contracts with me. They have no money to pay for medicines. They will have to work for me to pay off their debts in the next five years. In fact, if I use some "professional techniques", I can make them pay off this debt in their lifetime.
This is how Venture Company managers control their subordinates, debt traps and paid work. What a terrible conceptual invention."
"Don't be so cruel. Holy Light teaches us that all debts should be repaid but we should not ask for too much. Lead those poor people to set up your own chamber of commerce. Noggenfogger. Use this action to build up your team."
Dick checked the document and handed it to his financial officer after confirming that there was no problem and said:
"For a long time to come, you will have to shoulder a very important business mission.
That is a really big business, and I can guarantee that as long as you complete it, it will be more than enough to win you a "Commercial Baron" status in Goblin, and you will even have enough wealth to buy the entire Gadgetzan as your consortium territory in the future."
"You are joking, you need at least millions of gold coins to buy Gadgetzan! This is because the spread of Magic Plague has caused a serious decline in land prices here."
Noggenfogger shook his head.
He is very ambitious, but he also knows how many bowls of rice he can eat. The boss in front of him is so poor at drawing cakes. How could he boast so loudly when he is trying to draw a cake?
It's just fake at first glance.
If Diakum was Goblin, he would never be able to survive in such a cruel business society.
It put away the contract and was about to leave, but it hesitated and hesitated to ask something but didn't know if it should be asked. This gesture made Diakum anxious for it, so it asked:
"Anything else?"
"Oh, that's it, boss. Some of the Goblin I rescued have lost their minds due to severe infection. They are like wild beasts and must be chained to prevent them from biting each other."
Noggenfogger sighed and said:
"I have tried before, but my alchemy skills can't make a potion that can help. Can you come up with seeds that can cure diseases and save people? I think you know something about Magic Plague. So, can this kind of loss of wisdom be saved?"
"That is the degradation of wisdom, one of the permanent damages that comes with Magic Plague."
Diakum said seriously:
"Unless they can be blessed again by the demigod of life, there is no cure for the degradation of intelligence. But nothing is absolute, especially for the magical Goblin."
Under Noggenfogger's confused gaze, Vigilant stood up, put a copper plate into the engineering vending machine in the room, took out a bottle of soda with a suspicious color, and said to Goblin:
"I heard that you always promote that drinking your unique "Kaja'Cola" can increase wisdom?"
"That's a lie."
Noggenfogger himself is an alchemist Goblin. Of course he didn't believe this. He took the soda and bit open the stopper with his teeth, and took a sip into his mouth. The unique taste made him let out a pleasant sound, and then he shook his head and said:
"It's just an exaggerated application of GG science. In fact, Kaja'Cola just added the local Kaja'mite dust of Kezan as raw material. That thing is a special energy crystal. It is said that our ancestors enlightened their wisdom with its help and invented explosives and wood-cutting machines to drive away the Zandalari Troll who enslaved us.
But in fact, no one knows whether Kaja'mite can really enlighten Goblin's wisdom. It is generally believed that this is just an exaggerated propaganda used by Steamwheedle Prince to promote this little sweet water."
"Now, you have the opportunity to verify whether this GG slang violates the GG law."
Dick laughed and said in a subtle tone:
"Give those Goblins with degraded intelligence a few more bottles of Kaja'Cola to try. Maybe it will work?"
"Ah?"
Noggenfogger is stupid.
It scratched its head, glanced at the small sweet water in its hand that could be bought for a copper plate in the vending machines everywhere in Gadgetzan, hesitated for a moment, and said:
"A mixture of Kaya dust with this concentration cannot inspire wisdom. It has to be concentrated at least ten times. But you are right. There is nothing we can do now. Let's treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor."
"If it's useful, remember to pay me dividends when you make a lot of money."
Dick reminded:
"After all, it was me who came up with the idea. This can at least be considered a "technology investment," right?"
"Oh, why can't I control my damn hand?"
Early the next morning, Archbishop Nali, who returned from his gambling spree and lost the last copper in his pocket, slapped his wrist and yawned as he boarded the airship.
This is a vehicle specially lent to Diakum and his group by a wealthy man to express his gratitude. It is a specially made airship. It is very fast and safe. It is also extremely luxurious and equipped with a parachute for every passenger.
You know, on the ordinary Goblin Airship, the parachute is a "high-priced optional" additional service.
"I really don't know what's so good about this little sweet water. Those Goblins drink several cans of it every day."
After staring at the Goblin Tiger machine all night, Yrel, whose eyes were red, complained while he opened the bottle cap and poured Kaja'Cola into his mouth while holding his breath.
This scene was seen by Diakum who walked out of the cabin. Vigilant was immediately shocked and rushed up and snatched the little sweet water from Yrel's hand.
He scolded:
"Are you crazy? You dare to pour anything into your mouth? This thing has energy radiation! Drinking too much will give you Kaya radiation sickness. No one in Azeroth except Goblin dares to drink this stuff!
Steamwheedle Cartel has been trying hard to promote it for hundreds of years but has been unable to open up sales to other races. It's not just a matter of taste.
This is truly a matter of life."
"Ah?"
Yrel was frightened.
She picked at her throat and cursed:
"Holy Light! Why are these little Green Skins so bad! Isn't this a matter of disregarding human life?"
"The problem is that Goblin people really feel uncomfortable if they don't drink for a day. This is their ethnic drink and it is a necessity for them. It can be regarded as some kind of special addiction."
Dick sighed.
The relationship between Goblin and Kaja'mite is a very mysterious topic even for old ashes, and there are various theories.
But what is certain is that the reason why Goblins are able to produce brains that are as smart as dwarfs is not entirely due to their natural evolution. Compared with the pure natural intelligence of dwarfs, Goblins are all a group of guys who abuse the "Shen Brain Pill".
The intelligence level of Goblin will fluctuate with the length of time they are free from Kaja'mite radiation. This may be why Goblin Engineering's creations are highly unstable.
The birth, development and future of this race are all based on the circulation of this strange drink Kaja'Cola, which is their "smart drug".
"It works! Boss, that method is really useful!"
Just as Rexxar drove the carriage to the airship cargo hold and everyone took off to leave Gadgetzan, Noggenfogger, who had not slept all night, rushed up waving a lab report, blinking his bloodshot eyes and said excitedly to Diakum:
"Kaja'Cola concentrate is really useful! I concentrated it fifty times and mixed it with other ingredients before giving it to those Goblin who lost their minds.
Three hours!
After three hours, they recovered simple speech abilities. I can guarantee that they only need to take my Noggenfogger Potion for a long time, and they will definitely regain all their intelligence and even have a breakthrough in wisdom!
Do you know what this means?"
Noggenfogger is almost going crazy!
It excitedly hugged Diakum's legs and shouted:
"Magic Plague is wreaking havoc on the world, and more Goblin will turn into insane beasts. My potion can save them! We are going to get rich, boss! We will become as rich as Steamwheedle Prince! We can really buy the entire Gadgetzan!"
"Well, it seems your dream of getting rich is about to come true, my dear financial officer."
Diakum had to release Spirit Guidance to calm down the excited Goblin. He was afraid that this guy would die suddenly because he was too happy, so he reminded him just right:
"Then, don't forget to pay me dividends after you make a lot of money, my financial officer."
This sentence was like the most perfect spiritual spell, instantly waking Noggenfogger from its dream of getting rich. It gritted its teeth and stamped its feet, cursing its carelessness last night.
But after finally slapping himself hard several times, Noggenfogger calmed down and sighed to Diakum:
"Okay, I'll give you one-tenth of the dividend."
"One third!"
"Everyone takes a step back, one-fifth! This is the limit I can bear. After all, you just provided an idea, and I will do everything after that, and I will be responsible for publicity and the establishment of trade channels.
These all cost money.
And you have to find a way to protect the formula!
We must not let other Goblin know that the secret of "Noggenfogger Potion" is in the Kaja'Cola that can be seen everywhere. I may have to add some other messy effects to this simple formula to deceive others.
But where to find the materials?
It would be best to improve the taste of Kaja'Cola which is too outrageous for other races, hiss. You have to use your brain for this. If not, I will drink a few more cans of Kaja'Cola to refresh myself."
"Okay, Holy Light teaches us not to be too greedy, so one-fifth is one-fifth."
Diakum smiled and approved the dividend amount, then turned around and snapped his fingers to Archbishop Nali, who was sad and sad after losing all the money in his pocket overnight, and said:
"Don't be sad about that little money. Next time you pass by Gadgetzan, I will buy the casino for you to vent your anger!"
"Wow, Commander Diakum is so domineering and powerful. He is worthy of being the third largest ruler. He is so heroic. Well, sir, I actually lost last night."
"You are Holy Light Walker! You are still my chosen one. Gambling is prohibited both by doctrine and by my morality. I won't punish you. Go ahead! Write me a three-thousand-word review."
Such a noisy journey came to an end temporarily when they crossed the desert bordering Tanaris and Silithus. Archbishop Nali stood on the bow of the ship, curiously pointing to an area between the two deserts, and she said doubtfully:
"Where is that place? Why is the so gloomy and terrifying Lightning Storm being released all the time?"
"Uldum, Titan Land."
Diakum, who was resting on the sun lounger on the deck, replied casually:
"That place is the core area of Everything Unification Field where Titan left Azeroth. It's impossible to enter now, but... um."
He suddenly groaned, interrupting his words and thinking, causing Neri to "flash" next to him, and said worriedly:
"What's wrong? What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing."
Dick covered his heart, waved his hand and said:
"It's just that the strength is back! The thirty-day period of weakness is over. It's a long-lost strength. But it's hard to say how long this wave will last. After all, the enemy we have to face this time is no simpler than the blackened Medivh.
It also involves Light and Shadow Coexistence's path trial. If I can't use Life Force's blessing, it's best not to use it, so as not to interfere with the results of the path practice."
"Vigilant, we have contacted Maraad."
Yrel hurried over, handed a Auchenai Communication Crystal to Diakum, and said:
"Maraad said that there are some things that he needs to report to you in advance, saying that they are related to some recent drastic changes in Cenarion Hold. He also reminded you that you must be "psychologically prepared" before landing."
"Huh?"