Chapter 213 — What Cecil Territory Can Sell
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Rebecca watched a group of alchemists and workers bustling among those tanks, every face still bearing an expression of nervousness and excitement, and felt slightly disappointed: "Ah... I thought starting up the new machine would make a bigger commotion..."
"If this thing made a big commotion, it wouldn't be far from exploding," Gao Yang glanced at the Ironhead girl, then looked toward Pi Yun and nodded slightly. "Congratulations—your inverter array and divine-art array are running perfectly."
The wrinkles on Pi Yun's face had long since piled into a flower. This little old man, whose hobby in his spare time was peddling ointments and telling fortunes, now wore a smile from the bottom of his heart: "Yes, yes... the path is right, the path is right..."
Amber stared in surprise at that pile of complex metal pipes and reaction tanks, and could not help asking: "Such a big setup... how many potions does this produce every day? Say, old man, what's this set of tanks for?"
Pi Yun was clearly in a very good mood now, and did not even take issue with Amber calling him "old man" directly. Stroking his beard, he said with a face full of pride: "Reaction Tank No. 1 produces the druids' signature 'Rejuvenation Potion,' that is, healing agents. Farm work is suspended in winter, so no agricultural potions are needed for the time being, but there is a great deal of construction work in winter, and the territory's injury and illness reports are numerous every day—these potions will come in handy. As for output... now that we have a supply of raw materials from Kant Territory, with no shortage of materials, the potions this thing produces in a day are enough for a week's consumption in the territory—and that's a conservative estimate..."
Amber's eyes went wide: "A day's production is a week's supply?! Then it won't be long before you've filled every warehouse in the territory! What are you going to do with such a huge output?"
Gao Yang glanced at the half-elf: "Sell it."
"Sell..." Amber clearly had not expected this. It was not that her thinking was narrow, but that Cecil Territory had all along been in a state of pioneering and construction, where basically every kind of material was insufficient and there was only ever purchasing, never selling; a production surplus offered for sale was an unprecedented first. Her mind felt a little dull, and even her question came out subconsciously: "Sell to whom?"
"The first market confirmed is Kant Territory," Gao Yang said.
Amber had just nodded when she reacted: "Wait! Aren't the raw materials for these potions bought from Kant Territory?"
"Yes."
"And then you chop them up, mince and stir them, toss them into a tank for a boil, and sell them right back to Kant Territory at alchemy potion prices?"
"...That is indeed how the process goes."
"Good heavens! You can do that?!" Amber was dumbstruck, and even as a thief with thoroughly crooked morals she now felt enormous discomfort. "Didn't you say you were going to run and build Kant Territory as if it were your own, and treat the Kantish as you would Cecil's own people... Say, did you regret leaving the property Viscount Kant left you back in that castle? But even so, you don't need such a vicious trick—just hand it to me, and in the time it takes to buy groceries twice I'll haul it all back for you..."