Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 19 No middlemen to make the difference
In the eastern part of the continent, on the east side of the Misty Mountains, there is the elven city of Lórien, the "Golden Forest".

Huge trees that could be hugged by several people formed a hedge wall that reached into the sky, surrounding the most prosperous city of the elves.

There are no ground buildings inside the tree wall, but there are sturdy trees of varying heights with golden bark.

These "golden trees" constitute the main body of the city of Lorien, and all the houses are built on the treetops.

Light trestle bridges were built between the trees, and countless slender and tall figures moved back and forth on them.

On the highest hill in the city of Lorien stands the largest "golden tree".

Its crown reaches into the clouds, with a magnificent white palace built on top.

"Your Majesty, this is what happened..." Archdruid Kyriel Randy gathered the sleeves of his gorgeous robe embroidered with gold thread and stood at the side of the throne with a reserved figure.

"I've tried it many times and can confirm that this teleportation array called online... uh, trading, can indeed achieve long-distance continental teleportation."

Before he finished speaking, a buzzing sound of noisy discussion immediately rang out in the palace. Kyriel narrowed his eyes slightly and did not make any unnecessary additional explanations.

"Just a small alchemical instrument? And a small magic circle that only needs a magic stone to operate?"

"Ridiculous! When did humans develop such advanced magic array research?"

"Perhaps it's a shameless ploy by a despicable association to defraud us of our precious medicinal plants."

"Yes, they have always been dissatisfied with our adjustment of the price of medicinal plants."

"Hmph, then we'll raise the price of next year's potion plant materials by 10% and see what they can do."

The etiquette officer slammed the golden ceremonial staff in his hand to the ground, and the heavy thud echoed in the hall.

The arguments and discussions stopped instantly.

"Kyriel, tell me in detail about this... the details of the teleportation array." A pleasant, low and gentle voice came from above the throne.

The Archdruid opened his eyes and bowed slightly.

"Your Majesty, the teleportation array must be activated by the person invited to this anonymous exchange meeting. I believe it is because it is bound to the invitee's magic network positioning magic pattern."

"In addition to the upper limit on the weight of items that can be transferred in a single trip, additional money is required to purchase the magic circle and the single transfer."

"Therefore, I believe that this anonymous forum could not have been organized by the Federation, but rather another mysterious organization that is unknown to the public."

He paused, then regained his cold expression, scanning the expressions of everyone in the hall.

"But I can guarantee that if we crack or master this teleportation technology, the Federation and any human wizarding kingdom will no longer have the privilege of controlling the prices of potion ingredients and potions in the future."

……

A fire was burning brightly in the mud fireplace.

On the wall above the fireplace hung a huge beast head with sharp fangs. The firelight cast distorted light and shadows on the ground.

On a large armchair covered with thick animal skin, a short, muscular man was gnawing on the barbecue stuck on the tip of a short knife, while carefully brushing back his thick beard that reached his chest to prevent it from being stained with grease.

"So, that transaction teleportation array is real?"

"Of course, I've tried it two or three times, and each time I received a confirmation message from the other party."

The short and sturdy man put down his dagger and rubbed his short and thick fingers casually on the fur to wipe off the grease.

"The copper hammer, that ingenious little gadget, can it be imitated? Should we let those human craftsmen do it?"

The man called Copper Hammer was half lying on another wide chair, holding a piece of crystal clear ore and tossing it up and down to play with it.

"No, even if I could replicate it, I wouldn't be able to activate the teleportation array without being invited to the forum like I was." The bearded man frowned slightly. "How did they find you? It's strange. How could such a good thing come to you?"

Tongchui chuckled, seeming quite pleased with himself.

"I'm quite famous in Alayeh. At least when it comes to identifying magical ores, even the nerds in the Union can't compare to me."

He proudly pulled a metal brush from the side pocket of his fur coat and carefully began to groom his sculpted dark beard.

"The forum only invites exceptional candidates in certain fields, such as me. Noli, you should have come with me to study in Alaye."

Noli sneered, not caring at all about this level of ridicule and showing off.

"Once the snow melts, the caravans will come to buy new ore."

"I had hoped your teleportation array would provide us with a better sales channel. Now it seems that was wishful thinking. I wonder how they'll lower the price of our ore this time."

Tongchui was somewhat indignant. "Those damn profiteers, ever since a large mining area was discovered in the Evil Moon Mountains, have been using this excuse to drive down the price of our raw ore."

Thinking of this, he suddenly reached out and slapped the armrest of the chair. "Oh, right, I heard on the forum that the price of finished Philosopher's Stone has actually gone up!"

"Hmph, do you think I don't know about this? Those shameless vampires are buying the raw ore at a bargain price, then processing it and selling it at a higher price. The war between the human kingdom and the demons is intensifying, and the consumption of magic stones has increased dramatically."

"This war profit should have been distributed by us!"

Noli glanced at Tongchui, interrupting his incessant complaints that were about to begin.

"That's enough. You don't dare say these words to those human spellcasters. Think about the reality."

"Find a way to get the replica methods of the equipment and formation from that forum. As long as we have a hundred of these teleportation formations, I can guarantee that the caravan will never get a single piece of cheap ore from us again!"

……

Harvey was wrapped in a thick blanket and shivering as he sat at the desk looking through the large amount of information coming from the crystal plate of the "Magic Brain".

The winter in Jackdaw Town is so cold!

The manor he rented was a small country villa where a minor noble from Grizzly Castle temporarily lived when he came to Jackdaw Town to hunt in the summer.

The original architectural layout consisted of only a three-story independent building, with the first floor serving as a reception hall and two servants' bedrooms.

He converted the second floor into a study and storage room, and the third floor was Harvey's own bedroom and living room.

The experimental workshop next to the three-story building was temporarily built by hiring workers from the town after he arrived. It is now the computer room of "Unit 0" and the laboratory for transforming alchemy beasts.

He also dug out an underground warehouse to store zombies under the experimental workshop, using frozen magic stones to maintain a low-temperature environment.

The problem is, this nobleman's summer country villa doesn't even have a fireplace!

Harvey only felt that he was as cold as the pile of golden pounds in the warehouse.

Within just one week of the express delivery service going online, it had already brought him a profit of 9000 gold pounds.

This does not include the ongoing, sporadic costs of single-time delivery of goods.

Although Harvey needs to personally perform the magic network transmission every time, the money really comes in like an endless stream!

Looking at the large number of messages sent on the forum, people are asking Mr. "Administrator Turing" whether it is possible for forum members to invite more people to join the forum through sponsorship and recommendation.

"Although I feel cold, my heart is burning with passion. My online platform is finally getting on track!"

Harvey tightened the blanket around him and tapped the typing keys with his slightly stiff fingers.

Building a platform is indeed much more profitable than building a product!
(End of this chapter)