Chapter 1144: The First Purple Gel Transaction - A Transaction Worth 1 Intermediate Magic Crystals

“Marshal Weilin, I wonder how much purple gel you can sell.” Yalin Oron came back to his senses, turned to look at Weilin, and asked.

Weilin hesitated for a moment, then said, "Your Highness Yalin Oron, this high-grade purple gel comes from my uncle. It is very difficult to smelt it, and the raw materials are extremely difficult to find. I only have 3,000 units now. Excluding the remaining units, I can sell a maximum of 1,500 units."

"As for the other two grades of purple gel, I can sell you 30,000 units at a time."

Upon hearing this, Yalin Oron asked, "I wonder how long Marshal Weilin will sign a trade agreement with me for at most."

"How about ten years?"

"Okay, then ten years."

Upon seeing this, Yalin Oron could not wait to agree.

After the two had finished their discussion, the white-haired girl took the opportunity to ask, "Sir Knight Yongxi, could you sell me some purple gel?"

"I wonder how many Master Callista needs?"

Weilin, who was just thinking about how to lure the white-haired girl back, came to his senses, looked at her with kindness, and asked in a gentle tone.

Seeing this, Yalin Oron couldn't help but become alert.

"Master Callista, if you need an experiment, just come to me once my trade with Marshal Verin is complete."

"Your Highness Yalin'aolon, that's the deal then." The white-haired girl said with joy in her eyes.

Weilin turned his head slightly to glance at Yalin Oron. It seemed that the plan to poach talents would have to be considered in the long run.

Since this white-haired girl is so fond of research, he will use the unknown treasure as bait to lure her to Qixingling.

As for going there to look for unknown treasures, the war will last for so many years, and by then we should be able to find them by plundering the land of the Black Asian Orcs.

If all else fails, write a letter and ask your uncle to write down some secret events that have disappeared in the long river of history and send them to the white-haired girl by chance. There is no need to worry that she will not take the bait.

Seeing the enthusiasm disappear from Weilin's face, Yalin Oron couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but his inner vigilance remained.

After chatting for a while, the white-haired girl said goodbye and left the tent.

After watching the other party leave, only Weilin and Yalin Oron were left in the tent, along with the red-armored female knight who served as a background.

Half an hour later, Weilin and Yalin Oron signed a secret trade agreement.

The two parties agreed that Weilin would need to provide Yalin Oron with 1 units of Type 2 purple gel, 3 units of Type purple gel and units of Type purple gel every year.

And Yalin Oron needs to pay Weilin 600 high-level magic crystals and 51,000 intermediate magic crystals, a total of 303 million gold coins in trade orders.

Seven days later, Weilin ended his visit and set off to return to the Ninth Corps, with the farewell of Yalin Oron and many generals of the Seventh Corps.

Looking at the Griffin troops going away, the smile on Yalin Oron's face gradually disappeared, and he whispered: "We need to send someone to the Kingdom of Ilia to collect some information about them."

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When he arrived at the Kisilin camp, before he entered the tent, he saw the deputy marshal of the corps, Leonus, walking towards him quickly.

"Marshal, I'll take my leave." Ovia bowed his head and saluted when he saw Paladin Leonas receiving the silver.

Weilin glanced at Ovia who was about to leave and said, "Don't worry, I think the person you've been thinking about is here."

Seeing this, Ovia stopped leaving.

"Good afternoon, Marshal."

"Paladin Leonus, has there been any problems with the regiment during the time I was away?"

"The adjutant you requested from the Allied High Command has arrived."

Hearing what Leonas said, Ovia raised her head suddenly, her expression full of anticipation and a little trepidation.

"Where are people?"

"I have sent someone to invite them here."

"Then let's go into the tent and wait. I want to know the movements of the corps in the past few days."

"Yes, Marshal."

Entering the tent, the red-armored female knight who had followed Weilin back stood behind him.

Seeing this, Weilin did not stop them and waved his hand to signal Lionas and Ovia to sit down.

After Lionas sat down, he reported, "Marshal, on the third day after you left, the commander of the 25th Legion, Kyle, executed 15 officers who violated military discipline and sent 372 soldiers to the criminal barracks."

"I understand this matter. Is there anything else you need my attention?" Weilin nodded slightly and then asked.

"The Allied Forces Command will send a batch of improved magic cannons in early February of 9773 Glorious Calendar."

Upon hearing this, Weilin asked curiously, "How powerful is the improved magic cannon?"

"It is said that it was developed by the Ashe Magic Kingdom, and I don't know the details." Leonas shook his head and answered.

Weilin stroked his chin and said to himself, "It will only take about a month. I should know by then."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Leonas's face was calm, and the matters that the presiding judge had assigned to him emerged in his mind.

"The third thing is that in half a month, three hundred life priests will be dispatched to the Ninth Corps."

"Three hundred people is a bit too few. You need to write a request to the Allied Command and double the number of people. If that doesn't work, I'll have to ask for more myself. If there are more people, and other corps don't have them, you can't blame me."

"Yes, Marshal."

Lionas had no doubt about what Verin said.

As the God-given Earl who holds the crown of the Goddess of Life, he must be able to do it.

"Marshal, the people have arrived."

Hearing the guards' voices, Verin and Lionas stopped talking and said, "Let them in."

As the curtain opened, two figures appeared in front of the people.

Ovia sat up straight and looked up at the masked man. His soul was unfamiliar, but he still remembered the posture and momentum of his walk clearly even after hundreds of years.

The high-ranking priest of Soul Intent came to the center of the tent, bowed and saluted, and said, "Moon greets the Knight of Everlasting Light."

"Ignis greets the Knight of Everlight." The middle-aged man wearing a silver mask knelt on one knee and saluted Weilin, firstly to express his gratitude to the other party, and secondly to show his loyalty.

Hearing the other person's name, Weilin had an idea, walked to the other person, and personally helped him up.

Looking at his attire and the name Ignis, it is easy to guess what happened to him.

However, since he calls himself Ignis, there is no need to know his past.

"General Ignis, on behalf of the Ninth Corps, I welcome you." Weilin patted the other's shoulder and said with a smile.

"Thank you, Marshal." Ignis replied respectfully.