470 Chapter 470: Bargaining

"I want a magic tower that is completely mine, at least twenty...storeys high."

Edison originally planned to talk about the twenty-five-story magic tower, but was killed by the fierce gaze of Duke Medea.

Duke Medea is very aware of the construction price of the magic tower.

After all, it is not enough to simply build tall buildings, but also requires a lot of magic materials.

The first ten floors only need a few million gold coins. After that, each floor costs 500,000 gold coins. After the fifteenth floor, each floor costs two million gold coins. million.

Addison asked for the 20th floor, which is simply a dream.

"Fifteen floors! Do you want love?" Duke Medea said angrily.

Addison's eyes widened in disbelief.

The price is not so high.

"No, I am a grand magister..." Addison said unwillingly.

"Can you beat me? Do you want love!" Duke Medea said arrogantly.

"Me!" Addison blushed somewhat.

Aslan was on the sidelines, smiling secretly.

Addison pondered for a while and said: "Fifteen floors are only fifteen floors, but I have to reserve room for expansion, and I will continue to increase the height in the future."

Duke Medea nodded.

This is the rule of Merlot City. How many floors to build is determined from the beginning, and space for expansion can also be reserved. As for whether it can be expanded in the future, that is the matter of the magister.

Addison left angrily, but he couldn't help showing a sly smile when he walked out of Fort New Merlot.

It doesn't matter how many floors the white magic tower is completely in charge of, the big deal is that it has already been expanded, and if there is no money, it will be cheated and abducted.

Edison is already thinking about how to cut a wave of leeks from the ten-party alliance nobles after returning.

Aslan, who had already arranged all this, took his legendary team and embarked on an adventure journey in the East Asian subcontinent.

A great magister, two knight mentors, two swordsman mentors, plus Aslan as the captain, the strength of the great magician is enough to push the entire Principality of Prince.

Because of distance restrictions, the first stop can only go to Malata Fort.

The group put on ordinary weapons and equipment, but when they stepped into Marata Fort, they were still targeted by the people of Marata Fort.

The so-called ordinary equipment is also the weapons and equipment produced in Merlot City, and it is still the top equipment in the East Asian subcontinent.

The Duke of Medea is wearing a scarlet mage robe, with a tall sword hat on his head, and casts a face-covering magic. Looking from a distance, it is impossible to distinguish gender.

Aslan's is much simpler, blue magician's robe, with a silver border inlaid around the hood.

Veretta and Cu Chulainn were only wearing a piece of leather armor, and their weapons were carried on their waists or on their backs.

The two knights did not wear their full body armor, but only a breastplate. Arthur had a knight's sword pinned to his waist, and Boss also carried a double-sided ax on his back.

There was a cold light on the blade of the axe, and one could see the extraordinaryness of the double-sided axe at a glance.

Two refugee soldiers raised their spears horizontally, trying to stop Aslan and the others to collect the toll, but before they could speak, they were slapped and slapped away by Boss cleanly.

The other soldiers at the city gate were silent, but no one dared to speak out. It was just that a fast-footed soldier left secretly, and he was going to report the news.

Aslan swaggered into the city with his team members, and the Marata Fort, which had been razed to the ground, was noisy again, and a large number of people flooded into the city, but most of them were sallow and emaciated, and severely malnourished, which was caused by long-term starvation.

Malata Fort is divided into the outer city and the inner city. The outer city occupies three-quarters of the city. There are countless refugees who are naked and hungry, and there are shacks built in violation of regulations and everywhere. Garbage, coupled with water shortages.

As soon as I entered the city, there was a stench blowing in my face.

Fortunately, everyone is a top-level powerhouse, so they can easily block the stench.

Duke Medea took the lead, and anyone who stood in front of them was pushed away by the barrier.

The rampage along the way made Aslan shake his head helplessly, which was enough to attract attention, but now it is difficult not to attract others' attention.

Finally, when he was about to enter the inner city, he was stopped by someone.

After all, the people living in the inner city are all high-level refugees. If it is a killer sent by the local nobles, it is not acceptable to kill them in the inner city.

"Sorry! The inner city is an important place, and you are not allowed to enter without a pass." Two sword masters in heavy armor stopped the Duke of Medea and said.

Just as Duke Medea wanted to slap the two people blocking the way to death, he was pulled behind him by Aslan.

"Sorry! Our captain is a bit grumpy. We are adventurers who pass by here. We are ready to settle here for a while." Aslan said politely.

One of the sword masters was named Iker Casillas. He kept his hand on the hilt from the beginning to the end, with a gentle smile on his face, combined with his handsome appearance, he was quite friendly.

"It's okay, it's just that the inner city is not open to the public for the time being. I'm really sorry, or you can stay there for the time being! There are military patrols here every day, and no one without eyes will disturb you." Casillas Said with a smile.

Duke Medea snorted coldly, and was about to get angry just now, but was picked up by Aslan directly, and said as he walked, "No problem, I won't cause you any trouble."

Casillas couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the group of Aslan leaving.

"The mage in red should be a woman, maybe a master of the wizard level. The two armor-piercing men should be knights, and the two leather armor should be archers and assassins. The weapons on their backs are just It can be seen." Casillas said with a serious face.

"You report right away, I'll keep an eye on it here."

"Okay! Then be careful." Another companion entered the inner city without looking back.

Aslan put the Duke of Medea down. They were located at the corner of the inner city, only separated from the inner city by an inner city river, but now the inner city river has dried up.

This street corner happened to be occupied by a group of gangsters with sticks. When they saw Aslan and his party approaching, they all looked fierce, but none of them dared to stand up.

They are mainly composed of strong refugees. They usually collect protection fees to live. They have self-knowledge and can deal with ordinary people well.

Boss took off the double-edged ax behind his back, dragged it on the ground, and said casually, "Should you go away by yourself, or I will help you throw the corpse out."

After finishing speaking, he slashed down with an axe, directly splitting a dirt house in half.

Seeing this scene, these local hooligans turned pale instantly, and quickly apologized and left with a smile.