Jia Xiu felt that if he were sent back to his original world now, he could achieve financial freedom with this one skill alone.
He could perform the brutal stunt of instantly downing highly pure liquid grain alcohol fuel on short-video platforms, without even suffering any side effects.
The influencer economy version was simply far too powerful.
Unfortunately, in this world, apart from using this skill to torment old Dwarves, it seemed to have no other use.
"I feel like I'm seeing double."
Ambassador Thorin muttered as he rummaged around the room.
He was looking for the research reports he could show Jia Xiu.
According to the ambassador, they had previously considered submitting this research to the Caster Association to apply for technical support.
Dwarves were excellent builders, but this project involved more than construction. When it came to magic, they were nowhere near as professional as the Caster Association.
"Honestly, I think this project could really produce something if it had some truly capable people researching it. I mean, not those half-baked mages who only know how to hurl giant fireballs, spray lightning, and summon a few elemental creatures as lackeys, but the really amazing kind of mage."
Thorin spoke while turning the place upside down.
"Where the hell did I put it—"
Margaret's expression began to turn strange. She could accept being targeted over her identity as an Irisfolk, since there truly were historical reasons for that.
But what was that description of a half-baked mage supposed to mean?
Who was he insulting, Dwarf?
For one brief moment, she even suspected that this Dwarf knew her.
Why did every condition seem to be aimed at her?
Still, the aristocratic education she had received in childhood helped her maintain appearances.
A fake smile. A viciously fake smile.
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