Chapter 1697 Big Dog Grete! I Really Want to Hit Him!

Balbo Legend looked across at Gretel who was full of reluctance and embarrassment, looking like he was about to roll on the ground at any moment. He just wanted to reach out through the light screen and hit him on the head.

No matter how poor the local mage tower is, you can always get it for 100 gold coins!

For each of the three magistrate colleges in the parliament, not only purchasing materials for students to use as teaching materials, but also purchasing ten or twenty books to put in the library, at least it can be done!

Up and down the Tower of Babel, in various schools of thought, in various laboratories, it doesn’t matter how many books each family purchases!

And the nobles you are familiar with... Of course the nobles support their families with their family martial arts, but who doesn't want a few spellcasters?

Who doesn’t want their children to have a good foundation?

Even if you take the martial arts route, mental strength is very important!

Also, don’t warriors need to understand their own bodies, understand every muscle, every bone, every blood vessel, and understand the details of the body’s operation?

Are you still afraid that you won’t be able to sell it and get your money back?

"But... I want to expand the influence of this journal as much as possible..." Grete said dullly. Expand as much as possible, how to expand?

If we can try our best to make everyone have a copy, then the influence will be great enough!

"Don't be in a hurry, take your time." Baierbo smiled and shook his head:

"In this way, my lab will order two books first, one for me and one for the public to read. You can ask Philby yourself. I will help you with the other labs under the teacher's name. A circle."

"...Thank you, senior brother..."

Gretel whispered. He's really bad at marketing, really. What kind of marketing is needed in a hospital, especially in a hospital emergency department? What sales are needed?

nonexistent!

There is only busyness night after night, only the endless flow of people in the emergency room, and only the ambulances that have just finished a major rescue operation and are honking their horns...

The emergency department is a place where we can't even provide Want Want milk and dragon fruit, and we can't even say "I'm finally free tonight"!

Sale? What sale? There should be fewer people here, so that everyone can drink a sip of water, sit down and take a rest. At most, if you can sleep for half an hour or an hour briefly, then thank God!

Then, Grete was even more inexperienced in how to sell books. He probably knows only one thing:

If a real estate was first sold at 10,000 per square meter, and dropped to 9,000 in the first half of a year, the sales office would be surrounded by previous owners who had bought the property, throwing eggs and garbage, and demanding refunds!

And my first issue of "Life"...

If the senior brother's laboratory orders first, then the teacher's laboratory orders, so many acquaintances will order for Grete's sake. Then, with a bang, he sent out a lot of...

Give it to the mage tower in other places and the local mage school. It is given to those who have just embarked on the path of spell casters, who have exhausted their wealth and cannot afford a hundred gold coins.

You know with your knees that by doing this, you must have offended a large number of people.

The question is, does he have to sell this journal, or rather, this first issue?

Do we have to make this money back?

Does he really lack this money, or in other words, this contribution?

Gretel touched his space bag, and then his savings. After leaving Nevis, he had nothing to do but publish papers and spend no money.

So far, a large stack of papers of sufficient weight has been distributed, and the contribution points exchanged... He has not checked, but maybe, maybe, should be tens of thousands, right?

Even if it's not enough...

Grete smiled brightly. With a swipe of his hand, a huge box appeared on the table, with layers of thin disks of various colors inside:

"Brother, please ask the council, will they buy the Dragon Clan Covenant? If so, help me negotiate a price~~~"

When he was still in Nevis a few years ago, the purchase price listed by the parliament was 1,000 gold coins per drop of dragon's blood. That's it, it's still priceless.

Dragon Clan Covenant, whichever one you want, you still need 10,000 contribution points, right? Don’t sell it for less than this price!

Baierbo: "..."

He clenched his fist, unclenched his fist, clenched his fist again, and unclenched his fist again. We can't fight, we can't fight, the distance between the two sides is too far, and we rely on the mage tower to transmit signals to chat remotely, so we can't fight...

hateful!

Damn rich people! ! !

"Little Grete, that's not how things are done." After complaining in his heart, he gathered his thoughts and continued to persuade seriously:

"Have you ever thought about what kind of things will be valued? What kind of things will be cherished? They are bought with all their wealth! They are earned through hard work!

It’s a drop of sweat broken into eight petals, it’s a penny saved from between the teeth, it’s a bloody battle, it’s a fight that risks one’s life, and then it can be obtained! "

Not for free!

Not fed into the mouth!

Gretel lowered his eyes slightly.

A book that is delivered to the hands purely based on kindness will be cherished by the owner, will it be studied with enthusiasm by the owner, or will it be used to make instant noodles and pad the legs of the table?

"You can't read a book unless you borrow it."

He understands this truth, and so does he.

"But senior brother...these books, this first issue, will not be given directly to those who need them, but will be placed in the library and the mage tower, waiting for them to find and learn.

It is already difficult to get this book and this knowledge, and it already requires a lot of effort. ——I try my best. I do my part to make their path a little easier. "

He lowered his eyes and looked at the table in front of him, his voice soft. It seemed like he was convincing his senior brother, and also like he was convincing himself. After finishing speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at his senior brother sincerely:

"Senior brother, please help me, okay? Help me distribute these books so that they can be delivered to those who need them as soon as possible..."

In the Mage Tower in Heartland City, the first magician he met, Master Elliot, obtained the anatomical meditation method, and his mental power increased immediately.

That time when the Glorious Holy See invaded, the third-level mage who fought with them and ran away with them, if he had been exposed to this meditation method earlier, he would not have been so powerless in the face of the Glorious Holy See.

There are also so many mage apprentices in Nevis who are burning all over the mountains and fields to prevent the spread of the epidemic. If they can get this meditation method earlier, can they advance it earlier?

There are also the Norwood wizards who are still in trouble in their forties, the Dumfries wizards who endure the heat, dust, and noise in the dwarf casting area, and the low-level wizards in his training class at the same time...

If he can help them, the apprentices of the council, and the low-level mages, and he can put some money into his pocket, what's wrong with that?

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