Chapter Nineteen: Father and Son (Vote for Tickets + Fresh Flowers)

  "It's almost done, just two places are a bit troublesome. The buyer is still holding on to the price and won't let go. I'm sending someone to negotiate with them now, and I estimate that there will be good news soon."

  Ren Weil's expression was respectful, but his eyes still revealed a hint of pride. He had always wanted to prove that he was not only talented in magic, but also a capable family manager. So, in this instance of handling the estate, he had done his best to be perfect. In just one day, he had disposed of five properties worth over 180,000 gold coins, and despite the urgency of the situation, he had managed to minimize the losses for the family.

  In Cromwell's view, even if his father had taken matters into his own hands, he probably could not have done any better than him.

  "You fool!" But what awaited him was old Master Merlin's furious roar, the old man's wine cup smashing to the floor once again. In his rapid breathing, the finger pointing at Cromwell was trembling slightly: "Who gave you permission to negotiate with them? Who gave you the right to go and negotiate with them? Do you know that this is a matter of life and death for the Merlin family?! And yet, in such an important matter, you dare to act on your own accord. Do you still have any regard for me, this old man?"

  “Father……” Cromwell was completely stunned, Old Merlin's anger was like a stick in the dark, completely stunning Cromwell, for a moment grievances surged up to his head, he just stood there blankly, unable to say a word for half a day.

  "Ah..." After scolding his own son, Mathew's anger subsided a bit. The old man let out a helpless sigh: "Why don't you think about it? If time wasn't so tight, why would I sell the central city property? Do you think the Merlin family is short on money? What we lack is time! We only have two days left before the thirty bottles of Orfa medicine are auctioned off. If only we had a few more days, I could handle a few more properties and increase our chances of winning..."

  "But... " Cromwell hadn't expected Old Merlin to make such a big decision: "Are these thirty bottles of Orfa medicine really that important to the Merlin family? Even without these medicines, we already have forty magicians above level five. With such strength, except for the Magic Association, no one in Gallos can match us. Why do we still have to fight desperately for these thirty bottles of Orfa medicine?"

  "Hmph..." Old Mei Lin rolled her eyes, looking at Cromwell with a gaze that contained a hint of anger and frustration: "I told you not to get too close to those old guys in the family, why didn't you listen? Look what they've taught you, these short-sighted things... forty fifth-level mages or above... it sounds good but means nothing! With these thirty bottles of aura medicine, we'll have seventy real mages, not just some laughable mage apprentices!"

  "Moreover, have you ever thought that if these Ofa potions fall into the hands of other families, what will happen to the Meilin family?"

  Cromwell's eyes widened as he stood there, slowly grasping the meaning behind Old Merlin's words. He wasn't a fool, and after a moment, he began to catch on to the key points. Suddenly, Cromwell felt a chill run down his spine, and his mouth opened to speak, but his throat felt unusually dry: "You... you mean... the position of the Merlin family... will be replaced by other forces?"

  "En." Old Mei Lin's expression was somewhat heavy: "These thirty bottles of Ao Fa medicine for the Mei Lin family, may be an opportunity, or a disaster..."

  "I understand, Father!"

  "These two days, apart from quickly dealing with the house, it's best if you can go to the Magic Guild more often. If you can find out the origin of this batch of Olfactory potions, that would be great. Even if you can't find out, you must first establish a good relationship with the Magic Guild. This time, they probably really did bring in a master pharmacist. When you go, take those few 14th-level spells from the family... Greian should understand my meaning..." Old Merlin's voice sounded somewhat despondent: "From now on, the Magic Guild is no longer the same as it used to be..."

  "Alright, I'll go and do it right away!"

  "Hold on..." Cromwell was just about to leave when Old Merlin called him back: "A few days ago, I seem to have heard that you had some unpleasantness with the Magic Guild over a young magician?"

  "This matter... I can explain this matter..." The behind-the-scenes deal was exposed by Old Mei Lin on the spot, and Cromwell's expression couldn't help but become somewhat flustered.

  "What do you know about that young wizard?" From Old Man Merlin's expression, it seemed there wasn't much blame intended.

  "I know a thing or two." Cromwell's expression eased slightly as he began to speak, "This magician is named Ferre, I met him in the Sunset Mountains when he was attacked by a two-legged flying dragon. I saved his life back then, but not only did he show no gratitude, he even repeatedly tried to deal with me. Later, I heard that he joined the Magician's Guild and thought of letting Grian teach him a lesson..."

  "How is your strength?"

  "About six levels."

  "It's just a minor figure of no importance." Old Mei Lin shook his head: "You're wrong, you shouldn't have let Ge Rui'an know. This time you go, first try to see if you can win him over. If you can't, then..."

  Saying that, his thin fingers slid down from his neck and made a throat-slitting gesture.

  "When doing something, do it with a bit of integrity."

  "I understand!"

  Although he was scolded, Cromwell's mood was very pleasant when leaving the old Merlin's study. The small actions that were originally only done in secret unexpectedly got the old Merlin's approval, which for Cromwell was absolutely more important than anything else. With the powerful support of the Merlin family, killing a fallen low-level magician was as easy as pinching an ant to death.

  As for trying to win him over... Cromwell hadn't even thought of such a thing, as long as he brought out those few 14th-level curses, even Grian would have to look at him in a different light, what need was there to try to win over a down-and-out low-level magician?