The Magic Empire for 20,000 years

Chapter 160 Pure (Skull) Hand-sewn

"Well done. I'll give you a raise next month."

Antonio's lips curled into a sly smile as he patted the moon elf on the shoulder.

That's right, the moon elf that looks like the shop owner is actually a shop assistant hired by Antonio to help sell things.

Among the moon elves, who are friendly to outsiders, finding shop assistants willing to work for human employers is not difficult.

Who would turn down money?

"How well did that elf student named Morin Wind do in promoting our shop last time?" Merchant Antonio asked again.

The Moon Elf shop assistant smiled and said:
"Boss, I did as you instructed, and I made that kid named Morin wear our shop's beautiful robes every day and strut around in front of his classmates as if nothing had happened."

"These 100-year-old kids can't resist this kind of temptation."

"Whenever Morin is asked why he can afford a robe, he recommends our shop."

"He brought his roommate over during the day today, making him the 15th customer this week."

At this point, the shop assistant gave a thumbs-up again, flattering the boss:
"Boss, your idea is brilliant! For every classmate you successfully bring to our store, give Morin a silver coin as a reward."

"The word will spread like wildfire, and before long, the whole school will know about our magic item shop!"

That's right.

Everything that happened during the day was a marketing ploy meticulously designed by the human businessman Antonio.

Since the two countries began trading, and after this employer came along, the moon elf shopkeeper discovered:

Humans have so many ingenious ideas for making money!
Antonio looked delighted after confirming today's sales figures:

"The goods we ordered last month are sold out so quickly?"

"Sure enough, our products are cheap and of good quality, and now with promotion, it's bound to be a hit."

The round-faced businessman, whose eyes gleamed with shrewdness, turned to Joseph beside him and said:

"Joseph, let's contact the magic production base in Rolling Stone again and order another batch of goods as soon as possible."

Joseph, who had been silent until now, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and couldn't help but ask:
"By the way, Antonio. I've always had a question."

"Why are the magical items produced in Eldoron so cheap?"

“Some products can even be reduced to less than 1/10 of the market price, and there is still a profit to be made.”

Antonio explained:
"Oh dear, all the magical items that originally circulated in the Elf Kingdom were made by specialized magical item forging families."

"The dwarf kingdom in the south of the continent does not know arcane magic and lacks the mage profession. The goblin kingdom in the west, although it produces some magical items, is hostile to the elven kingdom."

"These days, the elven families have no competitors. They've already joined forces to monopolize the manufacturing channels for magical items, driving up prices exorbitantly."

“As soon as we arrived, we broke their monopoly and drove the price down to rock bottom, making it affordable even for poor students to wear priest's robes.”

Joseph understood a little, but still asked with doubt:
"That can't be right, can it really be sold for such a low price?"

"The basic robe, which costs 90 gold coins on the market, can be discounted to 6 gold coins, and you can still make a profit of 3 gold coins per piece."

"Is the cost of producing magical items in Eldoron really that low?"

Antonio blinked, looking bewildered.
“Joseph, haven’t you ever seen the production process at a magic production facility? There are several of your former students working at our Rolling Stones magic production facility.”

“How would I know? Everyone has their own area of ​​expertise. I don’t teach this.” Joseph spread his hands.

……

At this moment.

Rolling Stone Town Magic Production Base.

This massive rock structure, not far from the teleportation array, remained brightly lit even at night under the illumination of the [Undying Flame] spell.

"Hurry, a new order has arrived. We need to rush to produce another batch of basic robes that are popular in the Elven Kingdom."

"We still need 500 more items in the Elven Kingdom of Graywood City."

"Wait, wait, wait, it's been changed, it's now 1000 pieces!"

Hundreds of goblin skeletons, needles and thread in hand, followed the fixed procedure set by the spellcaster, embroidering quickly on the robes with incredibly swift movements, without the slightest sign of trembling hands.

Many skeletons are busy operating sewing machines, their movements fast and steady, tireless.

—Sewing machine.

These mechanical products, which were originally supposed to appear in the future, were brought to this era by Erian many decades ahead of schedule.

"The skeletons here have been working continuously for 2000 hours, and their joints are showing serious signs of wear and tear. Necromancer apprentice, come over and use negative energy to repair them. If you can't repair them, just scrap them."

"No, the orders have increased again. Relying solely on sewing skulls is still too inefficient."

"Amina, could you and your staff work overtime tonight to produce 100 basic robes?"

The production mage, named Amina, rushed over and sat down at her workstation.

"Okay, okay, 100 pieces, right? Our team will work overtime tonight to finish them." The fourth-ring production mage, facing the large stack of fabrics and silks on the table in front of him, began chanting a spell he had mastered through years of practice and countless repetitions—

【uncanny workmanship】!
The fabrics and silks on the table flew up, transforming into robes amidst dazzling light and drifting runes.

“Our family used to be the best tailors in the village. Now we’ve inherited the family business.”

Magnificent robes wove themselves into shape in the air, and were sewn with stars, runes, or geometric patterns.

Every design strictly adheres to the arcane principles of mysticism, ensuring that the effectiveness of subsequent enchantments is not lost.

Each time a robe is completed, it will fly to the next stage of the assembly line under the guidance of magic.

There, a large number of low-level mages, with the help of numerous mage apprentices, performed a ritual to enchant their robes.

There are three enchanting steps in total. Each group is only responsible for one step, enchanting a dozen or so items at a time. After completion, the robes are handed over to the next group.

Every step was perfectly coordinated, and every process was handled with exceptional skill.

This is a group of Eldoran production mages who have mastered advanced technology and have been trained under Elion's leadership over the past ten years!
"Amina, the orders have increased again. This time it's from the Moon Whisper Royal Family. Can we get 200 pieces tonight? Please, please, I'll give your team triple overtime pay!"

"200 robes in one night? Are you trying to kill me with exhaustion?"

"Five times the overtime pay."

"Fine, I'll give it my all!"

This thriving scene was reflected in the golden basin in front of Elian's table.

The monarch of Eldoron smiled without saying a word, an idea forming in his mind:
If those families specializing in hand-sewing Sun Elf robes saw this assembly-line production scene, they'd probably vomit blood.

……

Two months later.

Serka Radiance, one of the 60 legends of the Elven Royal Court, a renowned hero of the Sun Elves, and a swordsman, has arrived at the magic school in Moonsong City.

He stood on the stage and began his speech, recounting to the students below how he had led his army to victory against the eight orc clans and the frost giant tribe:

"At that time, I finally arrived at the altar of the Frost Giant tribe, only to find that the sacrifice had already been completed."

"A terrifying phantom has been summoned from the altar."

"That was actually a projection of Koschitch, the high-level legendary demon lord of the 23rd level of the Abyss—the Frost Giant King."

A gasp of surprise rippled through the audience.

A high-ranking legendary demon lord!
Even if it's just a projection descending, it would still be terrifying!

Looking at the students' exclamations and astonished expressions, Serka Radiance was quite satisfied.

His account included some reasonable dramatic alterations to the details, slightly exaggerating the danger of the scene and his own bravery.

Anyway, no one is coming out to refute the rumors.

It's impossible that ten or twenty years from now, Koschitchell, the demon lord of the 23rd level of the Abyss, would make a special trip to the Prime Material Plane to tell everyone the story of that day.

Serka drank some water and was about to continue her lecture when she suddenly noticed something peculiar about the students in the audience—

Surprisingly, most of these students were wearing magnificent and exquisite robes.

It's completely different from when he came to this school 50 years ago!
"Life in our elven kingdom has improved too; there are so many students who can wear magic robes now..."

Serka couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Below the stands.

Doron, an elven magic student, wearing his newly bought beautiful robes, watched his idol on the stage recount his heroic battle against the demon lord's projection, and tears streamed down his face with excitement.

The only thing that bothered him was—

Why are half of the elf classmates around me wearing robes?

That would fail to highlight the preciousness of his robes!

"It's really strange. In the past few months, it's not just that newly opened magic shop, but it seems that the prices of robes and other magical or non-magical items throughout Moonsong City have dropped a lot."

"What exactly is going on?"

"Whatever, it's definitely a good thing for a poor student like me who has to spend most of my money on magic learning!"

Doron was too lazy to bother with these mundane matters unrelated to his studies.

For example, consider trivial matters like, "Where have all the magical item shops in Moonsong City—including those run by elves—sourced their goods in recent months?"

The only thing that worries Toron is:
"Speaking of which, the robes I bought were so cheap, they probably won't last long before they break down, right?"

"It's possible that in a year or two, the automatic cleaning and temperature regulation functions will gradually weaken. At that time, you'll need to find a professional enchanter to restore them."

Doron was prepared for this and didn't care.

He would feel guilty if such cheap goods didn't cause any problems!

(End of this chapter)