Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 121: Old Acquaintance

Chapter 121: Old Acquaintance

Seeing Adam Smith nod silently, Matthew naturally wouldn't tell him.

"You've barely escaped death, and now you're close to dying again!"

Yes, Adam Smith had just narrowly avoided a certain death with a luck value of "-5."

Now his luck wasn't "-5," but it was still a death omen of "-4."

Moreover, he wasn't the only one; most of the people in the convoy outside also had dangerously low luck values, signaling impending doom.

It seemed that the enemy planning to strike was powerful and ruthless, clearly intending to leave no survivors.

However, the enemy's boldness only piqued Matthew's curiosity.

At this point in time.

Sweetwater Town had just been destroyed, drawing the attention of the Netheril Empire.

Any major actions now would likely attract the notice of scouts.

Currently, the Netheril Empire still maintained a strong grip on its territory.

It wouldn't be until next year's "Orc Frenzy" that they would begin to lose control and gradually fall into collapse!

"We can't rely too much on the patrols; since the enemy dares to strike, they must be prepared."

Matthew put down the newspaper and went back to studying the map, absentmindedly rubbing the thick parchment, suddenly thinking:

"It seems paper hasn't been invented yet..."

"A single sheet of parchment costs 50 copper coins, but regular paper could easily be produced for just 2 copper coins..."

"Unfortunately, I'm not strong enough right now, otherwise, I'd have plenty of ways to make money..."

The world is cruel, and the battle for profit is far more challenging than killing hundreds of trolls and ogres.

As a member of the Ser Family, Matthew had developed the Ser Family's most lucrative financial route, yet still faced envy from others.

If he brought to fruition those ideas in his mind, mass-produced and promoted them.

What awaited him might not be just assassination attempts anymore.

Noticing Matthew putting down the newspaper, Adam Smith felt his headache ease.

Suddenly, he patted his forehead and respectfully handed over a storage belt:

"This is from the lord for you."

Letting out a low "hmm," Matthew accepted the belt and scanned it with his mental power.

Inside were over ten new first-circle spell scrolls.

One hundred second-circle spell scrolls.

Fifty "Fireball" scrolls.

Three high-level spell scrolls.

Lastly, there was a small teleportation formation.

Adam Smith didn't stare at him, keeping his head down as he continued:

"Two sets of small teleportation formations, with a total value of 10,000 gold coins."

"Each small teleportation formation can transfer 50 people or 1 million pounds of goods per activation."

"It consumes 100 gold coins worth of magic crystals per activation, and after 100 activations, it needs to be inspected and repaired."

"Medium teleportation formations are not yet for sale in Blood Moon City; you would need to meet with the city lord..."