Chapter 1106 Giving Grace

After chatting for a while, Weilin motioned Brady to sit next to his mother, then took out the purple gel made of the flesh and blood of a silver-level gray creature, divided it into two pieces, and gave them to Uncle Alcott and Cousin Cowell respectively.

Looking at the purple gelatinous object floating in front of him, Alcott reached out to catch it, then looked up at Weilin, waiting for his explanation.

"Uncle, you can try it first, and then I will tell you about it."

Upon seeing this, Alcott put the purple gelatinous substance in his hand into his mouth without hesitation and swallowed it into his stomach.

In an instant, a magical power emerged and flowed into his soul, and was then transformed into fighting spirit and flowed into every part of his body.

Close your eyes and feel your strength slowly growing.

On the other side, Cowell felt it particularly clearly.

As a mid-level silver knight, within just a few breaths, his body felt like it was expanding.

At this moment, regardless of the occasion, Cowell used the Knight's Breathing Method to consume the fighting spirit that escaped from his soul, and channeled it into various parts of his body to strengthen his body.

Three minutes later, Alcott opened his eyes, his eyes full of shock.

He now truly understood the value of the purple gelatinous substance.

Looking at the expression on his cousin's face, Weilin motioned for him to wait a moment.

Ten minutes later, Cowell opened his eyes, with a look of shock in his eyes, but also a look of fatigue between his brows. It took him a lot of energy to consume the purple gelatinous substance the size of a fingernail.

The dignified woman sitting next to Cowell witnessed her husband's strength improved in a short period of time. She was horrified, but when she thought of her own identity, she quickly lowered her head and stopped thinking about it.

"Uncle, cousin, how do you feel?"

Upon hearing this, Alcott said with deep emotion: "Wei Lin, to be honest, your current foundation is not inferior to those powerful earl families."

Cowell hesitated for a moment before finally saying, "Weilin, this thing is extremely valuable. I'm not sure how to evaluate it."

Seeing that his cousin kept silent, Weilin did not force him. He turned to look at Olcott and asked, "Uncle, what do you think is a suitable price for selling this item?"

Alcott thought about it for a while and answered, "Based on the purple gelatinous substance you just gave me, I think it would be more appropriate to price it at three to five low-level magic crystals."

After hearing Alcott's answer, Weilin thought about his pricing and quickly calculated the price range of one unit of purple gel.

The purple gel that was just given to Alcott and Cowell was about one-tenth of a unit. So, according to his suggestion, the price of one unit of purple gel should be between thirty and fifty low-level magic crystals, which is equivalent to three to five mid-level magic crystals, which is quite expensive.

However, this price can be sold openly, and within the family, it can be sold at half the price.

"Uncle, the purple gel I just gave you is only one-tenth of a unit. If I sell it at one intermediate magic crystal per unit, how much can you buy in a year?"

Alcott did not answer directly after hearing this, but turned to look at his eldest son and asked, "Cowell, what do you think?"

Now, he is the lord of Gut Territory, and it is more appropriate to let his eldest son handle such important matters.

Hearing his father's words, Cowell said, "Weilin, father, please let me think about it."

"Cousin, it's okay. We have plenty of time anyway. You can give me an answer tomorrow." Weilin responded with a smile.

Hearing this, Cowell nodded, then looked at his wife, signaling with his eyes that she could ask the maid to serve the food.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the dinner that lasted for more than three hours ended, and Weilin and Kyle went to the guest room to rest under the guidance of the castle's head maid.

In the reception hall, Alcott had a serious look on his face. He looked at Cowell from time to time, then at the dignified woman. It was unknown what he was thinking in his mind.

After a moment of silence, seeing that his father remained silent, Cowell turned to his wife and whispered, "Take Brady downstairs to rest first."

"Ok!"

The dignified woman nodded and prepared to leave with her child, but she heard Alcott say, "We are all family, there is nothing we can't listen to. This is a good opportunity to train Brady."

Seeing this, the dignified woman looked at her husband, and when he nodded, she sat down again.

"Cowell, there should be a limit to the amount of purple gel you buy from Weilin. We should not push for more when others help our family."

"I know, father." Cowell nodded in response, "Over the years, if it weren't for my cousin's help, Gut Territory would not have been able to support a strong army."

"It's just that when I bought the purple gel this time, I was very hesitant. Should I only consider our family, or should I take into account the Berkeley family and the Hoyle family as well?"

The dignified woman sitting next to Cowell couldn't help but get nervous when she heard this.

If possible, she would like to help her mother's tribe.

But family affairs have always been decided by her father-in-law and husband, and she has no right to, nor dares to, have a say.

"You can take care of your uncle's side. As for the Hoyle family..."

At this point, Alcott paused, looked at the dignified woman who was fidgeting, then looked at the eldest grandson who was eager to try, and said, "Brady, do you think we should help your grandfather?"

"Grandpa, Father, I think I can help Grandpa's family." Brady stood up and said to Alcott and Cowell, "But we can't help them for no reason. They need to pay a price."

"Although my grandfather and uncle love me very much, you and my father taught me that a qualified lord cannot be swayed by emotions, so we can sell it to the Hoyle family at the price of one intermediate magic crystal plus five low-level magic crystals for one unit of purple gel."

Alcott nodded with satisfaction, then turned to look at Cowell and said, "Now that your child has given the answer, you should know what to do."

"Yes, father."

"Tomorrow, you will take out the item and give it to Weilin as our return gift."

"But that object is not you..."

Cowell looked hesitant and puzzled at his father.