I Became the Progenitor Vampire Chapter 143

Chapter 143: Chapter 144 Easily Achieve a Small Goal

Mysterious Store's grand opening spread throughout Green City at an incredibly fast pace, thanks to the propagation efforts of the underground forces.

And the business on the first day was nothing short of explosive.

After seeing the sales figures, even Lide was shocked.

Not just him, everyone who knew the numbers was gobsmacked.

Mysterious Store's first day revenue–12,000 Gold Pucks.

That was just one day's sales!!

“Magic Scroll Making Skill,” this Magic Book recorded a total of 10 spells, including 6 First Circle spells and 4 Second Circle spells.

The Magic Factory that winter produced 5 First Circle spells, each spell crafted into 1,000 scrolls, for a total of 5,000 scrolls.

But just in one day, Mysterious Store sold 1,000 magic scrolls.

A winter's stock was depleted by 1/5 in a single day.

The selling price of Magic Scrolls was 12 Gold Pucks each, and discounting some that were sold at a reduced price, the 1,000-plus scrolls netted a total of 12,000 Gold Pucks.

Mysterious Store's one day of sales exceeded a quarter of Bloodline's two-hundred-year savings.

Lide's face showed a hint of amazement after reviewing the final tally.

Magic Scrolls were like a printing press for money; the pace of profit was indescribable.

From the establishment of the Magic Factory to the production of 5,000 Magic Scrolls, he had invested about 20,000 Gold Pucks in total.

10,000 Gold Pucks of that came from the Bloodline's treasury, and the remaining 10,000 were owed to White Tower for Magic Materials and had not yet been repaid.

But just on the opening day, he had already recouped 50% of the cost.

He anticipated that the mercenaries who bought the Magic Scrolls would spontaneously promote them, and tomorrow's sales might be even higher.

This allowed Lide, who was facing financial difficulties, to relax a bit.

According to his initial estimate, selling three to five hundred Magic Scrolls a day was already good, but he didn't expect the professionals in Green City to have such purchasing power, which led to a buying frenzy.

“Vena, anticipate another wave of high purchases in the next few days. Assign more staff to avoid chaos.

Also, continue to arrange for the Magic Factory to start production. If any apprentices perform well, reward them with a vial of Magic Blood. Clear rewards and punishments can boost their enthusiasm.”

“And for the crowds outside today, we can set up barricades tomorrow and have them line up. Efficiency drops in a crowded setting, and if anyone dares to cause trouble, notify me directly.”

Vena nodded, her face showing some excitement, her eyes happily narrowing.

Achieving such impressive results today was undoubtedly joyful, proving that her efforts over a long period had not been in vain.

Most importantly, she had not let Lord Lide down.

Vena felt a small sense of satisfaction. A girl didn't ask for much; being able to help this man who brought her back from Hell to the human world was enough for her.

“Lord Lide, maybe we can keep a batch of scrolls and not rush to sell them.

To run Mysterious Store for a long time without running out of stock, we can reserve about 2,000 scrolls and limit the supply to 300 a day.

This way, we don't have to worry about running out of stock before our Magic Factory's productivity increases.

Stable stock in a store is good for cultivating people's buying habits.

They can fail to buy, but we can't afford to have nothing to sell.”

Lide nodded in satisfaction when he heard this suggestion.

“Good, let's do it your way.

Continue to expand the Magic Factory. We can recruit more apprentices.

What's the Magic Factory's daily output now?”

“About 300 scrolls per day currently, which is the maximum we can produce at full capacity.”

Lide nodded in understanding. Producing 300 Magic Scrolls daily in Glory World was absolutely an astronomical figure.

Compared to other Mage Towers, perhaps they couldn't match the Magic Factory's daily output in a month.

Knowledge is the most advanced labor.

A modern factory system crushed the ancient production models of Glory World.

“Maintain production. For a long time to come, the Magic Factory will be our ace, so security is critical. We can't let any information leak out.”

“Yes, I will manage it tightly and ensure that news of the Magic Factory doesn't reach outsiders.”

Vena was well aware of how envious people would be of a Magic Factory that could produce 300 Magic Scrolls daily.

Plus, this model was not complicated. If learned by outsiders, the Crimson Mage Tower would lose its edge immediately.

The humans of this world are not foolish, only their pattern of thinking has limited their development, a drawback inherent to every world.

In Glory, magic is considered sacred and not to be desecrated, and Magic Scrolls are closely guarded secrets. How many Spellcasters can break free from the shackles of their thoughts?

“From now on, apprentices recruited into the Mage Tower must sign a Soul Contract and have their movements restricted.

Continue to expand the influence of the Crimson Mage Tower, I want it to rival the scale of White Tower,” Lide's tone left no room for doubt.

If one wants to increase production scale, sufficient workers–Mage Apprentices–are needed.

Having witnessed the money-making ability of Magic Scrolls, he naturally wouldn't stand still. Dawn City was still waiting for significant capital investment, no amount of money was too much for him.

After all, he planned to build a city all by himself, and the financial pressure was anything but small.

“Yes, Lord Lide.”

Vina, gazing at the domineering and assertive Lide, had her eyes full of intense admiration.

After Vina had left, Lide looked at the five oak chests on the floor of his study, his eyes flickering with satisfaction–those were today's earnings in Gold Pucks.

Snap~

A snap of his fingers, and a semi-transparent Mage's Hand appeared, opening each oak chest in turn.

Swoosh~

Under the warm, yellow glow of the Magic Lamp, the chests brimmed with a golden radiance that immediately filled the room.

Even though he had seen such a scene countless times, each time, it brought a smile to his lips.

The dazzling display of gold was deeply satisfying; it's no wonder giant dragons loved to collect gold and gemstones. Just looking at it felt exhilarating.

In the following two days, a fevered rumor spread among the mercenaries, adventurers, and professionals of Green City.

In the Southern District, the Crimson Mage Tower was selling potent yet affordable Magic Scrolls in considerable quantities.

Some wealthy individuals who had personally tested the power of the Magic Scrolls talked it up even more after finding no effect was compromised, further fueling people's intense discussions.

All kinds of news immediately made many professionals with spare cash restless.

Magic Scrolls were excellent commodities; each one was tantamount to an extra life. Everyone, except Spellcasters themselves, took this news to heart.

Due to the mass sale of cheap and high-quality Magic Scrolls, the Crimson Mage Tower found itself at the center of countless heated debates.

Not just among professionals was this the subject of conversation, major trade guilds and Nobles had also turned their gaze to the Crimson Mage Tower.

But curiously, no Noble expressed much opinion, because powerful trade guilds and Nobles were all awaiting the stance of a major player.

White Tower.

Spark was taken aback upon hearing about the large quantity of Magic Scrolls for sale from the Crimson Mage Tower.

Even with his estimations, he thought that even if Lide got his hands on the “Magic Scroll Making Skill,” it would take at least three to five years to start stable production.

Training a Mage capable of steadily producing Magic Scrolls was no simple feat.

But now, how could he suddenly have so many Magic Scrolls? Did the kid rob a giant dragon's treasury?

“Dali, do you know about the racket that Kachar's brat has caused? It hasn't been long, how could he produce so many Magic Scrolls?”

Spark turned his head towards the shadowy corner, his face clouded with confusion. It seemed he was increasingly unable to understand his own disciple.

From the corner where no silhouette could be seen came a cool voice.

“Master, your disciple is no ordinary individual, perhaps you shouldn't measure him by ordinary standards,

After all, not everyone can improve a Magic Model after becoming an Advanced Mage…”

Upon hearing this, Spark burst out laughing heartily. Although the things he taught to Lide were pitifully few, he still took pride in his disciple, whose achievements were undeniably joyous.

“Alright, then let's leave him be. Send people to notify the major Nobles that White Tower will also take part in the sale of scrolls from the Crimson Mage Tower. The rest is up to him.”

“At your command, Master.”

Once the presence in the room dissipated, Spark then picked up the red wine from the White Leaf Maple Wood desk and took a delightful sip,

Burp~

After an image-shattering burp, Spark, with a ruddy nose, tousled his hair, which was as disheveled as a bird's nest, then his profound eyes, mismatched with his slovenly appearance, peered through the transparent window.

Under the moonlight, Green City carried a blurred beauty, like the long, silvery skirt of the moon goddess spilling down, enveloping the entire city.

His eyes held a deeply meaningful gaze.

Kachar, my disciple, the path is always one you must walk on your own.

I hope that one day, you can grow to be stronger than even White Tower.

Chapter end

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