A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 496 Fairy, no compensation!
Rogge had thought that as a fairy palace, the light of gold and gems would interweave into a dazzling ocean. However, the underground palace in front of him was unexpectedly plain, with piles of documents standing like towering mountains.

Gelderlock keenly noticed the confusion in Rogge's eyes, and explained softly, "Our king is the busiest among the fairies. He must have unparalleled work skills. Only such a fairy can become the king."

After saying that, it turned its head and called upwards: "Bellinrum, there is a wizard who is eager to meet you."

"Wizard?" Bellinrum raised his head from the pile of documents, and his deep and sharp eyes carefully examined the young man below.

Compared to other fairies, Bellinrum's ears are larger and more pointed, with slightly curled edges, and he wears a dozen golden earrings. Perhaps because of the huge work pressure, his hair is a little sparse on top of his head, but his beard is as dense as a lush forest.

Rogge saluted gracefully, giving it due respect, "Sir Bellinrum, I hope to discuss the matter of compensation with you."

"Sir? Compensation?" Bellinrum looked down at Rogge with a condescending attitude, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "It's really strange that wizards nowadays have also learned this set of false etiquette. But young man, you must understand that goblins will never compensate!"

"So, you want to reject my kindness?" Rogge raised his hand slightly, and his tone became tougher.

He threatened bluntly: "It seems that I can only talk to Ms. Amelia about the tunnel problem, the snake-man problem, the Death Eaters problem in Travis Manor..." The cold voice was like a blade in the north wind, sharp and piercing.

After he said that, he took out the door key and pretended to start the car.

Upon seeing this, Bellinrum immediately slid down from the stool, hurried to Roger, and said anxiously: "Sir, bargaining is always necessary in business. Even in negotiations, it requires repeated discussions."

Roger's mouth curled up slightly, and he put the door key back into his pocket. "Bellinrum, this is not a negotiation, but a mercy I give you."

"You should be aware of the serious consequences you will face if I reveal all this to the Ministry of Magic. The management of Gringotts may no longer be in your sole control."

"But...Okay, sir, I admit that our tunnels are widespread." Bellingrum's eyes flashed with cunning, and it tried to change the subject and mislead Roger: "But this was done by the American goblins. They colluded with the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters and caused you property losses. I can swear to Merlin that this has nothing to do with us. Goblins, no compensation!"

"You mean, American goblins accidentally crossed the Atlantic and came to the British wizarding world?" There was a hint of teasing in Roger's voice, as if he was laughing at this absurd statement.

"That's right!" Bellingrum nodded eagerly, trying to make his cover-up seem more real. But he never expected that Roger would ask a series of questions.

"Then he accidentally avoided all of you, then accidentally discovered the new tunnel opened three years ago, then told the Death Eaters the news, and transported 100,000 snake people in quietly, and finally hid in hundreds of underground passages and acted in coordination with the Dark Lord, right?"

Bellinrum stood there awkwardly, his mouth opening and closing slightly, as if he wanted to explain himself, but couldn't find the right words. In the underground world, without the permission of the Goblin King, it was impossible for the snake man to sneak in quietly.

"You know, Bellinlum, as the heir to a holy pureblood family, I can easily send you to the Wizengamot for questioning."

"I think Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic won't mind using Veritaserum or other potions on you." Roger's words were like a sharp sword, piercing Bellingrum's heart.

Beads of sweat began to appear on its forehead, and it swallowed nervously. When Roger took out the Granger projector from his pocket, Bellingrum's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

"Dear Mr. Rogge, I think we need to sit down and have a good talk." Bellingrum's tone was full of respect, and his upper body leaned forward slightly, showing an unusual humility.

"On behalf of the goblins, I am willing to use our utmost sincerity to make up for all the losses caused to you and your property." Bellinrum's words were filled with a hint of pleading. Tears suddenly welled up in his eyes, and he looked extremely pitiful. "But you have also seen with your own eyes that our palace is so simple. As managers of wizards' property, we goblins have not accumulated any wealth ourselves."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Roger waved his hands impatiently, interrupting Bellinrum's tragic performance. "Bellinrum, these issues are your own business, not my concern. Since you are unwilling to pay compensation, then repay it with your labor."

He took out a folder and handed the design drawings of the magic airship to the other party.

As the goblin king, Bellinrum could tell the general materials and manufacturing difficulty of the magic airship at a glance. He held up the design and protested loudly: "Mr. Roger, you are exploiting our labor! You, the wizard, have a really evil heart!"

"So, you agreed?"

"That's right, but I want at least 1 Galleon as my reward. This is my bottom line!" Bellinrum muttered loudly, but he had his own plan in mind. "We fairies will never pay compensation!"

"Of course! No one in the wizarding world wants goblins to pay compensation. We all know that goblins are famous for their dedication, hard work, and poverty." As Roger said this, he extended his hand holding 1 Galleon to Bellinrum and shook hands with it in a friendly manner.

A hint of surprise flashed in Bellinrum's eyes, but he still insisted on his position and said stubbornly: "Rogge, please remember that this is not compensation, but a transaction."

"Thank you for your reminder." He smiled and pulled out the sword of Gryffindor from his pocket. The blade flashed a cold light in the sun, attracting attention.

"You goblins have a different concept of property rights than us. You believe that goods always belong to the creator, and the buyer merely obtains the right to use them. Once the owner dies, the goods should be taken back by you."

"That's right!" Bellingrum nodded heavily, staring at the sword of Gryffindor, his eyes sparkling with pride for this masterpiece. "Our king, Ragnac I, accepted Godric's commission and forged this pure silver sword. It is our pride."

"It's perfect." It looked at Rogge, eager to touch the sword in front of it, but the other party shook his head slightly to refuse.

"What a losing business!" Bellinrum complained indignantly, "When we forged it, we used the goblins' most precious stone, which gave it the ability to absorb powerful substances."

It looked at the poisonous green flowing on the blade and the glowing red light emanating from the sword, and asked curiously: "Mr. Roger, can you tell me what power this sword has absorbed now?"

"The venom of the basilisk and the blood of the phoenix." Rogge's answer shocked Bellinrum instantly.

"What!" It beat its chest and stamped its feet excitedly, staring at Rogge with red eyes, as if it couldn't wait to snatch the sword away!
"Stupid Regnarc, stupid Regnarc!" It repeated loudly, extremely angry. "Rogge, if you give it to us, we will give you your airship! Yes, it will be completely yours!"

As he spoke, Bellinrum took out the Galleon and tried to return it to Roger. For the goblins who loved money, this was a rare and unique spectacle.

"Sorry, Bellinrum." Roger shook his wrist lightly, and the sword of Gryffindor drew a perfect sword flower in the air.

The sword light was so dazzling that the entire palace was illuminated by this cold light, which frightened Bellinrum so much that he involuntarily took a few steps back.

"The airship is mine, and so is the sword," he said firmly. "Robber! You black-hearted robber!" Bellinrum shouted angrily, but despite his extreme anger, he did not take any practical action.

"Thank you for the compliment. It's not easy to be described as black-hearted by the Fairy King." Rogge smiled easily and continued, "I have a business deal here. I wonder if you are interested?"

He told Bellinrum about the retractable magic thread and the Arcadia Amulet, and the goblin's eyes immediately flashed with a cunning light.

"Mr. Roger, why don't you discuss the business of the Dragon Crystal Magic Mirror and Light and Shadow Powder? All the goblins know that as long as the price is right, you can sell anything..." it whispered tentatively.

"No, some things should be in the hands of wizards." Rogge shook his head firmly and rejected Bellinrum's proposal. "After all, compared to wizards, you goblins are the real businessmen with no bottom line."

"What a pity." Bellinrum sighed helplessly.

The blueprints detailed the materials and production process of the magic thread and amulet, but the most critical spell was not included. This meant that they were only producing the shell for Rogge, and the real soul was still in his hands.

"The magic thread is 3 Galleons per inch, and the amulets are 5 Galleons each." Bellinrum asked directly and quoted a high price.

"Oh, you're dreaming. The magic thread is sold at 1 Galleon per foot. That's a 36-fold price difference. Do you think it's possible?" Rogge looked at it with contempt and asked it to re-quote.

"You're so generous?" Bellinrum murmured in confusion, but seeing that Rogge didn't seem to be joking, he immediately asked, "Are these materials prepared for war?"

"Secret."

"I understand, I understand!" Bellinrum's mind immediately became active, knowing that this was a big deal. "Then, how about 3 sigma per inch of magic thread?"

"Can't you do math? One foot equals 1 inches, and one Galleon equals 12 Sickles. So you've only reduced the price by 1 Sickles per foot. Do you think I would accept such a loss-making deal?" Roger asked. "Let alone 17 Sickles, I wouldn't agree even to 15 Sickle."

"Are you really planning to sell it for 1 Galleon?" Bellinrum was silent for a while, then said sincerely, "This kind of magic thread is an excellent magic wire even without magic. If we fairies sell it, we can sell it for at least 10 Galleons per inch."

"Heh, then who do you think can afford it? Besides, I've already promised someone else that he is the inventor of the magic thread."

"Okay, okay, 3 Sickles per foot." Bellingrum raised the Dragon Slaying Sword directly towards himself and gave what he thought was a "very conscientious" offer.

In fact, with the goblin's ability to collect materials, the cost of making magic thread is extremely cheap. The bottom price in its mind is only 1 Knut.

"No problem." Rogge agreed readily without further ado. "I won't bargain with you on the price of the amulet, but you need to help me erase the words on the sword."

"Godric Gryffindor?" Bellingrum thought for a moment and came up with several ideas. He quickly asked, "Do you want your name engraved on the sword?"

"I'm not that narcissistic. I like clean white swords." Rogge handed the sword over quite readily, not worrying at all that Bellinrum would take the sword and run away. After all, the monk can run away, but the temple cannot.

"Also, help me make a set of soft armor." He took out the traceless expansion pack and poured out all the snake bird eggshells. The palace was filled with pleasant tinkling sounds, and the eggshells were full to the ankles.

“It’s all hard,” Bellinrum complained. “You should take it directly from the snake bird’s stomach, so that the eggshell is soft. Such materials need additional softening and reduction, which costs extra money.”

"I think 1 Galleon is normal for amulet..."

"Okay, okay, I'm really scared of you! The black-hearted and greedy Rogue bandit!" How could Bellingrum give up the benefits he had obtained? He hurriedly wrote down the contract to prevent Rogue from changing the conditions later.

"I will carve your banditry on the stone slab outside so that all the goblins will know the crime Travis committed against us!"

"It's my honor." Roger shrugged and said lightly, "It's difficult to be a good person morally, but it's easy to be a bad guy who doesn't break the law. So, can the airship be built next week?"

"Impossible! At least ten years!"

"I won't sign it..." Rogge pretended to take back the quill.

"One year."

“I’m going to use it to go to the East Coast.”

"Really? Take us with you, I guarantee we can finish it in a month." Bellingrum rubbed his hands, wishing he could pick up a hammer and get to work right away.

"You may not know that the American continent has been closed off by the combined efforts of all the major wizarding communities. The prices of potions and herbs there have gone crazy. A stem of Dictamnus can be sold for 1 Sickle."

"The key is food. Their land has no harvest. Hey, magic can't create food and clean water. The price of a loaf of bread depends on the amount of remaining bread." Bellinrum's eyes were shining with excitement, and he wished he could swim across the Atlantic with the supplies on his back right now.

"No harvest?" Roger had never heard of this news before, so he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Did you do this?"

"No, it was the Muggles who did it." A trace of shame flashed in Bellingrum's eyes, as if he regretted that he had not thought of such a brilliant method. "They are much more cruel than us, especially when it comes to killing each other. They are definitely far ahead."

"You may not know that masks and protective clothing made by Muggles can be sold at the price of gold bars on the other side of the strait. We ordered a batch in the Far East, but due to the restrictions of the Ministry of Magic, we can't leave the country and bring them back." It pointed at the documents on the table and said excitedly, "This pile is full of urgently needed supplies. As long as we ship them over, the profit will be at least ten times!"

"Rogge, if you're willing to help, I can give you 1%... ahem, % of the profit."

"Let's make what I want first." Rogge smiled and neither refused nor agreed.

(End of this chapter)