Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 389 Monkey Version Laser Cannon?

At the same time, the same light shone on the flat ground in front of Highhold, and two spellcasters stepped toward the tower.

creak~
The visitors who had just arrived at the tower entrance found the gate wide open. They took steps forward, climbed the spiral staircase, and before they even reached the upper level, they met Tyrantil, who had already been informed of the visit.

Hello, teacher!

“My friend Tyrantil, it’s been a long time.”

"Greetings, my friend Bantley, and you too, kid. Come up here and let's talk."

The Grand Mage nodded to Bantley, then glared at Zhang Yuan before turning and leading the two to the second floor of the tower.

"The reception room is on the third floor, teacher."

“Since you’ve already stated your purpose beforehand, why waste time on lengthy discussions? Let’s go straight to the construction room and discuss our ideas while we experiment.”

Tyrantir was always decisive and efficient. As soon as he entered the laboratory, he asked, "Bantley, did you bring your prototype? And Chanem, the master craftsman you summoned can also make an appearance now."

Zhang Yuan didn't react much upon hearing this, but Lao Ban Te Li lowered his head in deep thought for a while before finally looking up:

"Lord Tyrantir, perhaps this alchemical construct isn't some secret, highly advanced technique in your eyes, but it's enough to make a mediocre old man waste a lot of energy and time on it. I think..."

The dwarf mage's implication was quite clear. A junior member next to him kept his mouth tightly shut. He, who was usually quick-witted, seemed to be under a spell of silence, only glancing back and forth between the two of them with his eyes.

Master Zhang isn't stupid. This is clearly a negotiation about the division of interests. If he were to jump in rashly, he would be disliked by both sides.

The atmosphere on the scene was a bit tense, but Tyrandeur's face remained calm, as if he didn't care about these trivial matters at all.

"My old friend, you are underestimating yourself too much."

The high priest's thin lips parted, and though his mouth was capable of uttering earth-shattering incantations, he spoke only gentle words:
“Even the most knowledgeable and well-versed spellcaster would never dare to claim that they are proficient in everything and omnipotent. You really don’t need to be so modest.”

"Furthermore, you are the initiator of this project, and no one has any reason to question your role and importance in it. As a subsequent participant, I only need the right to use this technology. As for the benefits and risks involved, that is a matter for the two of you."

Tyrantir's composure moved Old Banter, who couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed about his own petty thoughts. He turned to Zhang Yuan, who was watching the show, and gestured with his fingers, indicating a flipping or switching motion:
"How about we change our ownership percentage? It seems like 20% isn't enough for you right now."

Previously, the old man and the young man had discussed the ownership and benefits after the project was successful. It was originally planned that Zhang Yuan, as the provider of the research subject, would have a 20% share, while Tyrantier, who provided on-site technical guidance, would have a 30% or 40% share.

Since the Grand Mage is so virtuous and noble, Banteri naturally wants to reciprocate. He can't just take advantage of someone for nothing. Knowing that Tyrantir doesn't care much about this matter, he simply makes concessions on the profit sharing with Zhang Yuan.

The perceptive person immediately understood the implied meaning, and wore an expression of undeserved shame:

"Isn't this appropriate?"

“If there’s anything wrong with it, your master craftsman deserves this reward.”

"But you've worked hard for over a year, and you're only getting 20%? That's really not fair!"

"?!?!?!"

Good heavens! Not only was Bantley completely bewildered, but even Tyrandeur, whose face was usually impassive, showed a headache. "I mean your percentage should double, forty percent!"

Old Banter was taken aback at first, but then he realized what was going on when he saw the smile on the boy's face and corrected him in an annoyed tone.

"Hehe, I... Ouch!"

Just as Zhang Yuan was about to say something, he was suddenly struck on the head. It was Tyrantir who directly picked up his cane and hit him on the forehead.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Unfortunately, the archmage wasn't ruthless enough. He didn't attach any spells like the Black Staff or the Battering Ram to his staff, so the person who pretended to cry out in pain after taking the hit was actually unharmed.

"Well, actually I only need 20%, but I have one condition."

"Let's talk and listen first."

"Speak quickly!"

A certain younger person, not daring to keep them in suspense, directly stated their request:

“I can even give up all the profits from the sale of this technology, but when I produce the ray weapons for my own use in my own factories and workshops, it will not be counted as trade, and I will not have to pay patent fees.”

So I was waiting here.

After a moment's thought, Bantley understood the intention. A mage lord with the support of an interdimensional artisan was clearly far superior to him in terms of productivity, even if it was just for internal consumption. It was still a huge order.

However, Old Banter agreed without hesitation. It wasn't that he didn't know the ins and outs, but it was reasonable for him to use the weapons himself. Besides, the other party was far away in the north, and he couldn't possibly teleport there all day to check the accounts. This was a straightforward solution.

With the signing of a contract, these trivial matters were finally settled, and Tyrantil, who was already somewhat impatient, urged the project to start.

Master Zhang readily complied, and with the incantation in place, the repairman reappeared. But this was not the end; a moment later, another light shone, and this time it was the old wind-up tin can that appeared.

Double the surprise!

Seeing the increasingly eager gazes of the two mages at the chess pieces—or rather, the visitors from afar—Zhang Yuan quickly revealed his idea of ​​processing ship propellers, which piqued their interest.

However, while this magical technology used in shipping is novel, it is not an urgent matter. It's just a minor issue in the assembly workshop.

For the group of people who were fully committed to the research and development work, time was like sand slipping through their fingers; the seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the slightly different improved version placed alongside the prototype, everyone felt a sense of emotion.

While Bantley was delighted with the successful modification, he still had some regrets. After all, in order to compress the time of the project to just seven days, it was impossible to achieve perfection in any of the processes. Compared with the highly completed and stable prototype, this so-called improved version was more like a concept machine, with all the indicators just being adequate, not to mention the fine polishing of each component.

Tyranitar, however, was unconcerned. The overall construction blueprint was already much simpler than before, and costs and energy consumption had been significantly reduced. It could be said that the expected goals had been achieved. As for the details…

He's a great archmage, not a customer service representative. He can leave this kind of thing to others. Tyrantir is obsessed with the Void Mask's time-stopping spell ability. He's already pushing himself to the limit by spending half his time on this device. He even feels like he doesn't have enough time to research it.

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