Sixteen copper-colored alchemy carriages rolled through the rainy business road, and the steam pistons on both sides of the axles spewed white mist rhythmically.
These transportation vehicles produced by Lothern Federation do not require animal traction. Instead, they have a miniature furnace engine embedded in the center of the chassis, which is glowing dark red through the heat dissipation grille.
Nick was sitting in the first carriage, resting on the plump and round thighs of the sorceress Tiefling, looking leisurely.
"Maggie, our current truck is okay for riding."
Nick pinched the soft flesh between his fingers and said.
"You guy, don't get carried away."
Tiefling Warlock stared with sharp green eyes, slapped Nick's mischievous hand away, and said angrily, but the tenderness in his eyes was too strong to let go.
In the eyes of outsiders, Nick is a sharp-tongued and unreliable businessman.
But in Maggie's eyes, he is a lover who has no distaste for his Devil bloodline and appearance, making her feel comfortable getting along with him.
Same thing.
In the eyes of outsiders, Tiefling is evil and gloomy, but in the eyes of Nick, he is the best partner who is frank and flawless without too much scheming.
He went through a failed marriage that left him with nothing.
He was completely disappointed with human beings, but found solace in Tiefling.
six years ago.
Nick and Tiefling invited no more than five close friends in the suburbs of Gilbert City, held a less formal private wedding, and became husband and wife in name only.
The reason why I say it is in name.
This is because the Lothern Federation where they are located does not support the combination of humans and Tiefling. The reason is that this will spread the Devil bloodline of Tiefling and cause potential risks to the social stability of Lothern Federation.
However, neither Nick nor Tiefling attaches great importance to the marriage contract.
They care more about each other and are not bothered by it.
In the comfortable space of the car without any bumps, the sorceress looked at the rain outside the window, suddenly changed the subject, and whispered, "Nick, the mastermind behind all the monsters in Scale-Earth Rift Road, is by no means ordinary. We should not fall deeper and deeper into it."
"With our current wealth, the poison and curse on you can't be solved by paying some price."
"I know some advanced warlocks and Spellcaster who can remove your poison and curse."
Nick's smile slowly faded.
He looked directly into his lover's green eyes that were like gems and fascinated him, and said, "It is my nature for businessmen to pursue profits. I am keen on trading, and I like to gain profits and pleasure in transactions."
There was a pause.
He continued, "More than anything, I love dealing with these monsters."
"They go straight and have clear goals. They are not like our kind, who are deceitful and greedy. They talk to you about business with a smile on their faces, but in their hearts they are thinking about how to eat you clean and break your bones and suck out your marrow."
He was silent for two seconds, sighed again, and said with some emotion, "Maggie, maybe it's because I'm getting older, and I don't like those intrigues anymore."
Deep binding with the Molten Iron Clan.
There is the threat of a curse from the warlock, but the most critical thing is the idea of Nick itself.
He is no longer young now, and he is already somewhat unable to deal with those young businessmen who are more greedy and hungry. He feels deeply tired, so he simply focuses all his time and energy on the transaction with the Molten Iron Clan.
The sorceress looked down at her partner.
Nick is forty-two years old this year. As a pure human being, he has entered middle age. Although he takes good care of himself, there are still many wrinkles on his face and some gray hair on his temples.
The years have left obvious traces on him.
On the other hand, the sorceress.
She has a trace of Devil blood. As Tiefling, her normal lifespan is about 120 years old, and her old age will gradually appear after she is 60 years old.
Thirty-six-year-old Maggie still looks like a human girl under twenty years old.
The face is delicate, without wrinkles, and the skin is smooth and delicate.
"It's also good to deeply bind it to the Molten Iron Clan."
The sorceress whispered, "Nick, the lord behind the scenes may be able to make you live longer."
Nick nodded and said, "It's not just me, I hope we can live together for a long time."
Although I have never seen the true identity of the lord behind the scenes, I have never interacted with him.
But through their in-depth cooperation over the years, the two of them also had some vague guesses.
"We've arrived at the appointed place."
A few minutes later, Nick leaned out of the observation window, the gloomy rainy season moisture condensing on his goggles.
over the years.
Molten Iron Clan's transactions with caravans are conducted directly on trade routes, rather than being brought into tribal territory.
On the road directly in front of the convoy.
Through the fine rain curtain, one can see Frost Fang, the warlock of the Werewolf tribe, waiting on the roadside with three Dire Wolf Knights, with a temporary rain tent set up next to him.
Look past these Werewolf.
You can vaguely see some tall and strong figures in the surrounding shadows. They are vague and unclear, but they just stand there without moving, giving off an invisible sense of oppression.
The guards with a large number of convoys did not act rashly.
They have all been repeatedly warned by Nick that when Scale-Earth Rift Road encounters Werewolf, they must not draw their swords against each other or show hostility.
"Unload! Handle it with care, don't throw it away!"
A young man of about twenty-eight years old, wearing a simple raincoat, got out of the car and directed the Troll slaves to move the goods.
Cole, he was once the apprentice of Nick. After ten years of growth, he is now able to act on his own and is one of the important personnel of Nick Caravan.
Nick also got out of the car.
Although there were small props to prevent rain, Werewolf were all caught in the rain and their hair was wet. Nick was caught in the rain and walked closer with smiles on their faces.
"A total of twelve cars of Black Oil.
"The others are spirits, spices, preserved fruits, and liqueur. A forging mold with a constant temperature rune, and a crucible set with fire-attribute gems embedded in it."
He pointed at the trucks that looked like giant beasts in the rain and said.
Black Oil is a must-have every time.
Spirits, spices, those forging grinding tools and crucible sets are what Samantha wants, and preserved fruits and liqueur are what Iron Dragon Sorog wants. This Iron Dragon unexpectedly likes desserts.
These sixteen cartloads of goods.
They are all used to satisfy the needs or enjoyment of several dragons.
As for the monsters of the Molten Iron Clan, what their tribes want are mainly traded with other convoys traveling on the trade route. The specific things Nick Caravan brings every time as required belong to Dragonkin.
Soon after.
All the goods were unloaded, and the Werewolfs completed the inventory, and then the boxes were brought into the shadows that were invisible to the naked eye, and were carried away by those tall figures.
"Come with me and talk about what you need next time."
Frost Fang greeted Nick, and together they came to the temporary tent.
"Black Oil and those little things remain unchanged."
Frost Fang said, "In addition, we need an alchemy prop that can strengthen gravity, Alchemy's knowledge manual for each level, and complete alchemy drawings." After a pause, it added, "It is best to have Alchemy Golem's drawings."
Alchemy manual, drawings.
These are not the requirements of Samantha, but rather the requirements of Iron Dragon Sorog.
Samantha prides himself that the knowledge he has inherited is enough and he is the best in all aspects.
However, Iron Dragon feels that the development of Alchemy is too fast, and the knowledge contained in Dragonkin's inheritance is most likely outdated and not rich enough, so the latest alchemy manuals and drawings are needed.
And it's not just for learning from Samantha.
Those alchemy manuals written in a standardized manner can cultivate more Alchemist for the Molten Iron Clan.
To construct large-scale alchemy tools and Alchemy Golem, it often requires the cooperation of multiple Alchemist.
If you want to complete a large-scale creation with only a few Alchemist, it will take too long, and you may not be able to complete it even if you are exhausted. Even if it is the dragon Alchemist, it is not an easy task to complete a large-scale Alchemical Constructs alone. This is also the reason why Garos is unwilling to learn Alchemy in person.