My Players Are So Fierce

1499: 505.

Burning Gold, Monopoly, and Profit: The Path to the Rise of a Foreign World Tycoon

1499: 505.

Burning Gold, Monopoly, and Profit: The Path to the Rise of a Foreign World Tycoon

Let’s not talk about Murphy and Triss’s rapid movements for now.

At the Stonemason Association’s office in Crimson Castle, the Old Dwarf Irick, who accidentally revealed a “heavenly secret,” is now sitting in a chair with a regretful expression on his face.

When faced with various questions from others, this Dwarf Priest maintaining a classic appearance kept a stern face and remained silent.

However, the regret in his eyes and his furrowed brows indicated that the shout he had let out earlier made him realize he had caused trouble.

But the more the Old Dwarf behaved like this, the more it proved that he definitely had not seen wrongly.

Although Professor Chen hasn’t been very involved in the daily battles and gaming lives of players, having been in Transia for almost three months, he had noticed the unique “Burning Gold” of this world and its almost “omnipotent” effects.

As a scholar, if the Burning Gold industry hadn’t been monopolized by the Brass Dwarves for several hundred years, he would definitely want to find a way to obtain some for research.

The current unexpected delight caught everyone off guard, but Old Chen was still very systematic.

His gaze swept over everyone present.

The meaning contained in his eyes made Little Wei Ming and Lumina immediately cover their mouths; they realized Old Chen didn’t want them to reveal where they had discovered the ore.

Meanwhile, Dust Beater, who was accompanying them, couldn’t care less about anything else and, dragging the Pallian Sisters, rushed out of the room.

As a Disciple of Old Chen, he knew what his mentor’s gaze meant; he now had to confirm as quickly as possible whether there truly existed Burning Gold Ore that could be mined within Crimson Castle.

Not to exaggerate, but this is a true “strategic resource”!

“Master Irick, can you confirm that this is indeed raw Burning Gold Ore?”

When only Old Chen, his guard, and the Silver Dwarf Priest were left in the room, the Otherworldly Scholar pushed the distinctive ore in his hand towards the Dwarf and asked softly:

“I know this is your Dwarven utmost secret, but look, even if we discovered the ore, we could not smelt it.

Even the Psychic apprentices know that the only entities on this Continent with the capacity to process the raw ore are your Dwarven mining enterprises.

From this point of view, you shouldn’t feel regret because we discovered the Burning Gold mine.

On the contrary, doesn’t this mean that your Dwarven enterprise could earn more profits from Transia?

This is a good thing, right?”

“But no matter how nicely you put it, it doesn’t change the fact that I let slip something I shouldn’t have.

Damn it!

Mother Earth is going to punish me for my babbling,”

Master Irick lamented with a stern face:

“When Little Loren told me about all the bad things in Transia, I thought he was joking, but it turns out he was right.

It’s only been three days since my arrival, and I’ve already caused such trouble.

Ah, if Lord Hadran finds out about this, my esteemed reputation among my people will be utterly ruined.

The Burning Gold industry is the lifeline of the Brass Dwarves…

You can’t understand the enormous sacrifices they made and the dreadful bloodshed just to hide every link in this industry chain.

It’s a plump piece of meat; the Brass Dwarves have paid too much to keep it.

Alas, I’ve truly grown old.”

The Dwarf architect, massaging his broad forehead, sighed and said:

“Perhaps after helping you fortify the defenses, I should just return to Silver Fort and quietly teach apprentices, instead of wandering around the Continent stirring up trouble.

You needn’t ask any further, Mr.

Chen, I can’t reveal any more on this matter.

Although the Burning Gold business doesn’t involve us Silver Dwarfs that much, I still have enough responsibility to keep this profitable venture for my compatriots.

It’s a matter of ethics and loyalty; please do not test my bottom line.”

This stance made Old Chen somewhat helpless, but he soon winked and whispered a few words to his guard.

The Witch Hunter left the room with big strides and returned a few minutes later with a few bottles of liquor.

Old Chen opened a bottle and personally poured a cup for Irick.

But what mood did the Old Dwarf have for drinking now?

He was fretting about whether he would be hunted down by the Iron Heart Hunters dispatched by the Brass Dwarves.

Yet, when Old Chen placed that exceptionally pure liquid before him, his characteristically large Dwarf nose instinctively twitched, and even his well-kept beard gave a little shake.

“What is this?”

The dwarf standing on the chair asked in surprise:

“I’ve never seen this kind of liquor before, and I remember Transia People are not skilled in brewing, except for the occasional distinct fruit wines made by the Mountain People; it’s rare to see you making any achievements in this area.”

“Oh, this is a flavor from the Ceris tribe,”

Old Chen beamed with a smile as he introduced:

“One of my young compatriots revived this technique with some almost expired grains supported by the Nord people and their distillation techniques.

He named this liquor ‘Sky Flying’, and of course, it still lacks a lot compared to what I remember.

But it’s barely got a hint of the charm.

I’ve heard all Dwarves are mighty drinkers; so, no frowns, my distinguished colleague.

Let’s have a drink, as if to express my apology.

I remember that among your Dwarves, there’s a similar custom.

When someone admits a mistake, they must bring the best liquor they can find to show sincerity.”