“Should I recruit more otherworldly adventurers, then?”
Vina obediently nodded and asked. For her, Li De’s will was the sole standard for her actions.
Right or wrong, if Li De said it, she would do it.
This girl who was so shrewd in the outside world was, in front of Li De, just a little girl who never questioned him.
“That’s not urgent. You can have the Golden Wheat Merchant Guild win over a batch of undying, but they must sign a contract with us.”
Ever since acquiring Crimson Moon, Li De had become far less interested in personally recruiting players within Glory.
Players were simply too unpredictable. Even with contracts in place, it was difficult to restrain their restless hearts, who knew what kind of trouble they might stir up?
In contrast, Crimson Moon had signed contracts with the players right from the start, controlling them at the source. You could ignore an NPC, but would you really dare to casually defy your boss?
And to limit these professional players, he’d signed contracts with all the employees for a minimum of ten years, most were fifteen-year contracts.
For this, he also offered salaries about thirty percent higher than the industry average.
Li De didn’t care in the least. Money was no longer an issue for him.
Whenever he needed it, he could get large sums at any time.
The daily output of the Magic Factory, if converted into RMB, was an astronomical figure.
He simply wasn’t in a rush to exchange it, so as not to disrupt the market.
The thirty million he had invested into Crimson Moon would, by his estimates, be fully spent within a few months if everything proceeded as planned.
But he wasn’t in any hurry. After the three thousand Gold Pucks he’d circulated were used up by the early access players, he could just sell more later.
Three thousand Gold Pucks divided among a hundred thousand players, even if only a thousand players managed to get some, it averaged out to just three per person. If it ended up in the hands of a hundred players, that was thirty each.
It sounded like a lot, but what could thirty Gold Pucks really buy in Glory?
A decent set of dwarven armor couldn’t even be bought with that much.
If you used it to buy food, it would certainly be enough to eat, but if you wanted to purchase weapons and equipment, it was still far from sufficient.
Glory was a torn society, its upper class and ordinary people were lives of completely different natures.
While a loaf of white bread only cost two or three Copper Pucks, a sharp blade in the hands of a professional might require 10 or 20 Gold Pucks to purchase. If you wanted something of rare quality, it would cost at least 30 Gold Pucks or more.
The higher the quality, the more exorbitant the price.
The wealth gap was enormous. Basically, 90% of all wealth was concentrated in the hands of the nobles and professionals, while commoners could only live lives without much hope.
“As you wish,” Vina smiled lightly. “Do you need me to prepare food for you?”
Food?
Li De nodded. “Prepare a few plates of magical beast meat. We’ll eat together.”
It seemed like it had been a long time since he’d eaten magical beast meat from Green City. The rich mana in it was something he could never forget. Every time, it left him savoring it like a treasured blade.
After having a meal together with the two girls, feasting on the meat of a Level 10 magical beast, Li De handled several matters requiring his decision in the Crimson Mage Tower, as Vina reported them to him.
As the master of the Crimson Mage Tower, having been away so long, there were bound to be some issues only he could decide.
For example, how to deal with the inventory of magic scrolls, or how to allocate the extra Gold Pucks earned over the past two months.
Because large numbers of undead had appeared in the north, Li De decided to let Vina proceed with her own ideas and even encouraged her to expand her purchasing operations.
At present, there was hardly any worry about selling the magic scrolls. Not only had they monopolized the magic scroll market in Green City, the Crimson Mage Tower had also earned an enormous reputation in the south. As soon as a scroll was produced, it would be snapped up immediately.
The scrolls produced by the Magic Factory were consistent in quality, with stable attributes, fundamentally different from the scrolls hand-made by small mage towers.
Other mage towers relied entirely on single-person craftsmanship, so sometimes the power was high, sometimes low, and the quality was not stable.
Mercenaries going out on expeditions absolutely hated this kind of unreliable product, calculating that it would be enough to kill a magical beast, only to find the power lacking at the crucial moment, which could easily lead to disaster.
Or the power might suddenly be too high, destroying the magical beast’s corpse and causing the mercenaries to curse in frustration.
But the scrolls produced by the Magic Factory came off an assembly line, nearly identical in quality, with no significant variance.
This was exactly the sort of product everyone loved. Everyone knew exactly how powerful it was and could calculate precisely, rather than relying purely on luck after purchasing like with other mage towers. If the power was strong, that was fine. But if one day you pulled out a dud, it could cost you your life.
“Lord Li De, regarding the matter of selling an individual batch of magic scrolls to Dark Pact, we previously produced that Tier 2 magic scroll, Thunder Explosion, to sell to them.
Because Thunder Explosion is powerful and has the nearly unavoidable advantage of striking any target, it has been extremely popular among adventurers.
As a result, many nobles have come to inquire whether we could sell it to them as well, offering a price of 30 Gold Pucks per scroll.”
To support Dark Pact, Li De had specially ordered the Crimson Mage Tower to create a scroll that would not be sold publicly.
Moreover, the sale price was the same as a Tier 1 spell, this generous margin allowing Dark Pact, which had been badly damaged, to rebuild itself in a short time.
“No. Thunder Explosion cannot be sold to any other force besides Dark Pact. This is not a question of profit.
If anyone asks, just tell them we can’t produce it.”
After speaking, Li De paused, his gaze blazing as he looked at Vina.
“Because Dark Pact now belongs to our Crimson Mage Tower.
From now on, Dark Pact is ours.”