Throne of Magical Arcana

Chapter 239: The Elves Second Visit

Chapter 239: The Elves’ Second Visit

Translator: Kris_Liu Editor: Vermillion

"Jin... ke... la...?" Arthur was very confused. He even repeated this word to himself a few times to feel the possible meaning of it, which almost made Lucien burst out laughing.

"Well..." Lucien rubbed his cheeks a bit to stay serious, "Because soils are different, sometimes we have to use those alchemical products separately. When they’re all mixed together, lets call it Jinkela. Then we have Jinkela No. 1, Jinkela No. 2, things like that..."

Seeing that Lucien was being quite "serious", Arthur put on his typical businessman smile, "Great name, Mr. Evans. Great name! Let’s call it... Umm... Jinke... la."

Lucien, in fact, never found any of his talent in naming, just like Mr. Victor and Rhine.

After having the product name, they together named the new company Holm Mineral and Harvest.

Mr. Eric being the witness, Arthur and Lucien signed another contract, and Mr. Eric also signed it, representing the Congress of Magic.

"Cheers, Mr. Evans, Mr. Eric." Arthur lifted his glass.

Lucien smiled and drank all the liquor in his glass, "Hope we can work well together, Mr. Doyle. When you promote the products, make sure that you put the dosage clear, because overuse can do damage to soil."

"Of course, we always respect an arcanist’s opinion." Arthur nodded, and then he asked the secretary to take out another thick pile of documents and handed it to Lucien.

"This is our mass-production plan. Please take a look at the magic circles design, Mr. Evans, to see if there’s anything that should be improved. After all, you’re the one who’s professional." Arther tried to flatter Lucien in the end. After all, Lucien was a level four arcanist, and the winner of Holm Crown prize.

Lucien quickly leafed through it and recognized that the plan was basically based on the paper about how to minimize energy consumption and cost of large-scale alchemical magic circles by transferring energies into different forms, published on the latest issue of Alchemy. In other words, according to the paper, the author suggested to build magic towers over rivers of great runoff volume to collect potential energy, and then transfer it into electricity through magnetic field.

"Magic hydropower station..." Lucien murmured.

Lucien knew that no matter how those alchemical magic circles were arranged, they were going to be very expensive, because they would need high quantities of special magic gems, which could continuously gain power from sunlight, moonlight or shadow to function properly, and even if those magic circles were not set up for permanent use, replacing parts would still cost a lot.

Either way, Lucien smiled and handed the proposal back to Arthur, "This is the best plan, and the extra power might still be used somewhere else."

"Great. I’ll keep in touch with those alchemical arcanists, and, please, Mr. Evans, give us your suggestions when you come up with anything." Arthur nodded, "The first year of setting everything up might not be able to bring you any profit, but you should be able to see the money in the second year, Mr. Evans."

After Arthur Doyle left, when Lucien turned around to say goodbye to Eric, he saw that the two receptionist girls were staring at him with their hands supporting their chins, and their eyes were shining.

"It’s so nice to be profound... Mr. Evans." Cindy sighed with mixed emotions, then she waved her right fist a bit, "I must become a sorcerer! I want to earn other people’s respect like you, Mr. Evans! And I want to have the wealth that I deserve!"

Born in a common citizen family in Rentato, Cindy, when she was still a little girl, heard the name of Arthur Doyle all the time, from adults and Holm News. When she saw how Arthur Doyle talked to Lucien, she really realized what being a sorcerer meant in this society. She now deeply believed in the power of knowledge and hard work. She believed that as long as she worked hard, her efforts would pay off.

Dona also grinned, "Mr. Evans, we all should learn from you. Your story keeps telling us that hard work really matters. By the way, are you still taking more students with your arcana tutoring class? Can we also be your students?"

In front of Mr. Eric, Dona chose to call Lucien by Mr. Evans, however, in her mind, she was also a bit in awe of Lucien although they were friends, especially when she saw Lucien’s arcana and magic badges. Lucien was making such an amazing progress that all of his friends felt that they were left behind.

"If you’ve got time, feel free to come on Saturday," said Lucien, he wondered if the arcana tutoring class was going to grow bigger and bigger, and maybe in the future, the class could turn into a group like the Hand of Paleness or the Will of Elements.

Eric looked at Lucien, trying to say something, but in the end, he just tried to comfort him, "Evans, did you just run into Felipe? Don’t mind him... He’s always like that."

He heard the first part of Felipe and Lucien’s conversation in his office.

Cindy and Dona suddenly quieted down, because of one thing. Felipe won the Immortal Throne prize again because of his experiment overthrowing Life Force Theory, and besides, he also won Holm Crown prize together with another anonymous leader of the Will of Elements, being now the twenty-seventh winner of the prize. Felipe’s reputation and fame just peaked.

However, in the eyes of Hand of Paleness, the experiment synthesizing carbamide was not important enough, and the experiment of miracle required further investigation for specific purpose of use, this was why they did not offer Lucien the Immortal Throne prize.

Therefore, both the two girls and Eric believed that Lucien did not want to see Felipe.

This time, Felipe won a magic robe as the Immortal Throne prize, and last time it was an amulet. The name of the robe was Life, and the name of ring he received for winning the Holm Crown prize was Sager Acid, from the fatty acid that he synthesized.

And of course, facing the fact that Felipe got another two level seven, perfect rank magic items, he was jealous.

...

Sariva.

Holding his farm tools, farmer Roy walked past the pilot field. He knew that he’d been doing this for so much time, but he still could not stop himself from staring at it.

How beautiful and full those grains were! How beautiful the harvest was!

"I wish I had those..." Roy murmured to himself, and his heart was filled with hope. He wished that one day his crops could be like this, so after paying all the taxes, he could still be able to feed the kids, and so they would not be so starving that they could not fall asleep at night.

And if he could have crops like this for a few years consecutively, he could save some money, then he could send his son, William, to knight training.

As a father, all in Roy’s mind was his kids. However, soon, with a second thought, Roy looked frustrated.

At this time, a group of beautiful males and females with long ears approached him. And the leading girl asked him, "Can I ask you why you don’t look happy when you see the harvest?"

Seeing that the girl was even way more beautiful than the town mayor’s daughter, like an angel, Roy answered nervously, "...Lord... I’m... I’m not being unhappy. I’m just thinking that... that something that can make crops grow like this must only belong to masters... I... I mean..."

Roy was not educated. He did not know how to put it.

This time, taking the magic train, Iristine and Arcelion came back secretly without letting the Congress know, since they wanted to see what was really going on here, with their own eyes.

Seeing the harvest, they were beyond cheerful.

"Don’t worry." Iristine smiled, "Those alchemical products are invented for you, for all farmers. You’ll have the same harvest very soon."

"But... I’ve got no money." Roy’s body twisted slightly out of his stress. He was worrying that they were going to be forced to buy those products, like taxes.

"The products are cheap." Iristine tried to comfort him, "Those rich people know how to do math."

Hearing that, Roy cheered up a bit, then he asked a bit urgently, "Can we use them first, and then pay?"

"Maybe." Iristine had no idea how this worked. So she left in a hurry with her group.

Seeing them leaving, Roy thought to himself, "Are they... elves? Long ears like that..."

But soon when he looked at the harvest field again, his heart was filled with real joy.

When he was about to thank God, he suddenly realized that those products were invented by sorcerers.

Soon Roy found a way to comfort himself, "Anyway... I work for my master. If he uses it, I’ll follow."

Roy was not really such a devout follower. He cared more about his kids’ future.

...

When Iristine and Arcelion were heading toward the alchemical factory, soon they sensed some pungent smell.

They were confused, so they walked faster. Then, they saw the big factory.

The factory was huge, like a great magic tower. Besides the great noise and the horrible smell, the water beside the factory was slightly black, and there were dead fish floating on it.

"Demon... We’ve released a... demon..." Iristine murmured like she was in a nightmare.