The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 602 602. Why don't you speak human words?
Medicine is a completely unfamiliar industry for Granmet. As long as a businessman with a reasonable mind will not think of starting multi-line warfare when his foothold is not stable, he will choose to go to the new drug research and development route with unknown return rate and extremely high risk.

However, Granmit left. In his words, he was a little disappointed with scholars and researchers in various regions.

So he organized a group of researchers who were determined to solve blight, established the initial team, and started his own research on blight.

"The research institutes that studied blight didn't accept my donations. Most of them were branded by other companies, and I couldn't wait for the good news for the grass elves, so I decided to do it myself."

"I've lost Miss Qun'er, at least I hope... other kids who like grass elves won't have to roll dice every time they encounter a grass elf."

"I hope I can do something in my lifetime. At least when I leave this world, I can tell her that although it is a bit late, I have found a solution to your illness."

Having said that, Granmit paused for a moment, then asked with a smile, "Do you believe in reincarnation?"

In addition to elf beliefs, human traditional beliefs still prevail in this world.

Perhaps it was because of the deep-rooted relationship of the thoughts of the previous life, Luther was unwilling to believe in the traditional beliefs of human beings.

He has seen divine beasts, seen their power, and their terrifying power to overturn mountains and seas, but he has never seen the gods in human belief come to this world.

Luther shook his head slowly.

"Is that so?" Granmit was not surprised by Luther's answer, he said flatly, "However, I believe it."

"I didn't believe it before, but now I want to believe it. Gods and beasts are illusory, and the gods that humans believe in are also illusory. I am willing to try to believe, otherwise, I will never have the chance to see her again."

Granmit stood up and motioned for Luther to follow him.

Huoyan, who was worried about Granmit, got up and wanted to follow, but was grabbed by Mira.

Mira wasn't worried that something would happen to Luther, but instead directed Roseredo, who was not far away, to exchange some snacks for herself.

Next to Granmit's study is a spacious bedroom, and at the end of the corridor is a tight door.

Granmit took out the key and gently opened it.

When Luther followed him into the room, he was stunned.

The furnishings of the room are quite old, and the style seems to be back... more than twenty years ago.

Miss Qun'er's puppets are placed in every corner of the room, and even the wind chimes on the window are in Miss Qun'er's style, the ones printed on the quilt, and the patterns on the desk lamp, almost everything that Luther sees is Miss Qun'er's appearance.

If it were someone else, Luther would feel that this was something that a young lady with a skirt could do.

However, with this retro-style decoration and the only photo on the very old desk without a pattern, Luther sighed sadly.

In the photo, there is an unusually young Grammette, holding a group photo with Miss Qun'er.

In the photo, Gramit's sideburns have turned white, and his skin is wrinkled, showing that he is no longer young.

Once, Luther was shocked by the feathers falling from the sky, and was moved to tears by the millennium-long bond between Falling Feather Town and the flying elves, and the relationship of watching each other.

Looking at the room now, he didn't know what to say.

Projecting a small world of all the nostalgia and best memories of a man, Gramit seems to have sealed all the best things here, greedily wanting to go back to that period of time that he couldn't go back to.

"I promised her back then that as long as I have money, I will give her a new home, a much bigger room, and all the things with her appearance will be filled in that room..."

"Now I did it, but it's a little too late." Glenmet's expression was calm, but the tears in his eyes betrayed him.

"In the last research and development, all shareholders and investors withdrew their investment in me and chose another team without delay in achieving results and breakthroughs."

"I know, it's because I'm not well-known, and I don't have anyone to help endorse it." Gramit said, "A trainer with a picture book is more likely to gain the trust of strangers than a trainer without a picture book. You are a trainer, you should understand."

Luther nodded. The illustration book serves as an endorsement, telling others that you are a person favored by the Regional Research Institute and have a clean identity.

"Research breakthroughs do not happen overnight. Many new drugs and vaccines often take several years, or even more than ten years, to be successfully developed. In this process, investors and shareholders will inevitably be disappointed with the prospect of research and development, and they will withdraw their funds one after another."

"In terms of investment, this kind of withdrawal will cause panic, make the outside world generally look down on your prospects, and form a stampede to flee..."

Granmit clenched his fists and said unwillingly: "In Carlos, I have been generally looked down upon by people in the circle, so I can only go to other regions, and finally I chose Sinnoh."

"I worked hard to cooperate with famous Sinnoh families and companies, resume my old business, and make the peripherals of elf pets, so as to ensure that funds can be stably invested in research and development."

"But this is not enough, I need a necessary booster, and I need someone to help when the research and development are faltering!"

Luther sighed: "So your intention is not to buy land at all, it doesn't matter whether you go to the island or not, the most important thing is an opportunity to get in touch with people like Sirona."

Granmit nodded heavily, and then looked at Luther with hopeful eyes: "400 million, give me a chance."

Luther closed his eyes, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and shook his head: "I refuse."

Granmit was stunned, and gritted his teeth: "My current liquidity is 300 million. In order to ensure emergency, I need to keep 400 million, and the remaining 900 million will be given to you!"

"I reject."

"Why?" Granmit couldn't help but growl.

Luther gave Grammett a cold look, and Grammett, who realized that he had lost his composure, adjusted his breathing and apologized.

Looking at the smiling Miss Qun'er in the photo, Luther said calmly: "Your way of doing things made me preconceived and I have dislike and doubts about you."

"I know you're trying to use a vase to get me out behind the scenes, but...I really hate this kind of nonsense."

Luther was a little irritable for no reason.

I don't know if it's because of hearing this story or seeing Miss Qun'er's smile, but I feel a little annoyed.

"You really have a problem with your brain. Does it mean that as people grow up, they will become less able to speak human language?"

"If you are serious and sincere to discuss with me, will I have a lump in my heart like now?"

"With so many twists and turns, it's hard for me to have a feeling of trust in you!"

(End of this chapter)