Big Capitalist

The descendants of the God of War were full of doubts and didn't understand why Merlin brought them here.

Merlin walked slowly towards the entrance of the Alchemist Guild and the Dawn Empire headquarters.

The guards at the door saw Merlin and a group of "strange-looking" people blocking the door from afar, and they were so scared that their faces turned pale, their legs went weak, and they almost wet their pants.

There were ogres, orcs, slimes, goblins, goblins, etc. in the crowd. In the eyes of the guards, it was as scary as monsters attacking the city.

The guards, panicking, rushed into the Alchemist Guild Hall, screaming at the top of their lungs, "Someone is leading a monster to attack the Alchemist Guild! Alarm! Alarm!"

This voice instantly broke the original tranquility in the union.

The low-level alchemists who were concentrating on making potions had their hands trembling and almost spilled the precious materials in their hands; the senior alchemists' originally calm faces also showed shock; the apprentices were even more frightened and at a loss.

The union hall was instantly in chaos, and people stopped what they were doing and rushed towards the door.

An old man wearing a gorgeous alchemist robe and a high-level alchemist badge on his chest frowned and shouted, "What are you panicking about! Calm down! Figure out the situation first!"

However, the panic among the crowd was difficult to calm down for a while. Everyone stared at the door nervously, not knowing what kind of crisis they were about to face.

The door of the Alchemist's Guild was slowly pushed open with a creak, and Merlin and the descendants of the God of War entered one after another.

As soon as they entered the room, a goblin couldn't help but grumble, "Humans are such fussy creatures. We're also intelligent beings, and this is clearly racial discrimination. I'm going to sue them at the Aize Federation."

The slime and the dog-headed man nodded in agreement.

The goblin next to him poured cold water on the situation, saying, "It's a shame. Whether you're goblins, slimes, or kobolds, you're not registered with the Azer Federation. You're not considered a 'race', but are instead classified as monsters."

"Discrimination! This is blatant discrimination!" The goblin was so angry that he jumped up and down, shouting, "I must change this situation. I heard that there is a sacred mountain for the goblins in the Warcraft Mountains. There is a mysterious, gentle, and powerful goblin guide who leads their tribe to glory. If it weren't for this damned God of War bloodline, I would have headed to the sacred mountain long ago."

"Goblin Guide? Are you talking about Shirley?" Merlin muttered to himself, wanting to complain, "Luckily you didn't go, otherwise your penis might be in danger."

At this moment, the senior alchemist leading the Alchemist Guild, Hubbard, the president of the Dawn Empire Alchemist Guild, asked in a serious and cold voice, "Who are you? Do you know where we are? Why are you attacking the Alchemist Guild?"

The descendants of the God of War all turned their eyes to Merlin.

Merlin calmly walked out of the crowd and said, "Who said we're here to attack the Alchemist's Guild? We're here to buy things."

Hubbard looked at Merlin and was stunned for a moment, then a smile immediately spread across his face. He hurried forward and said flatteringly, "Ah, isn't this President Merlin? We are so honored to have you take the time to visit our Alchemist Guild today. Come on, don't just stand there, get someone to make some tea. Make sure we use our best tea to entertain our distinguished guests."

This scene left the members of the War God Temple dumbfounded. They looked at each other, their hearts filled with confusion: What was going on?

The Palace Master actually knows this senior alchemist?

This is too unbelievable. He is a high-level alchemist, and there are only a handful of him in the entire Dawn Empire. Yet, he is so respectful to the Palace Master, and even seems to be trying to please him.

Merlin was also a little surprised and couldn't help asking, "Do you know me?"

Hubbard smiled and said, "What you said is true. Who in the entire Aize Continent doesn't know you now? You are the honorary elder of our Alchemist Guild. Your great achievements in the Arcane Academy and your outstanding leadership in the Arcane City are all stories that have spread across the continent. You have made an indelible contribution to the development of the entire magic world. We in the Alchemist Guild admire you very much."

Merlin suddenly remembered that this was indeed the case.

Ever since he became the student union president of the Arcane Academy and took control of the Arcane City, major unions have sent people to show their goodwill and gave him the status of honorary elder.

Although this identity does not have actual power, the status is indeed quite high.

"The taste of power is truly wonderful!" Merlin secretly sighed in his heart.

Hubbard then asked attentively, "Elder Merlin, you have come to the Dawn Empire Alchemist Guild this time. Is there anything special you would like to instruct us on?"

Merlin pointed at the group of descendants of the God of War behind him and said, "I need to equip my men with some gear, so I came here to buy some weapons, armor, alchemy tools, and so on."

Upon hearing this, Hubbard immediately patted his chest and assured, "Don't worry, Elder Merlin, we will provide you with the best service and ensure that you and your men are satisfied."

In the continent of Aize, the Alchemist's Guild is more than just a gathering place for alchemists to communicate and learn.

It also sells various weapons, protective equipment, alchemical props, etc.

Alchemists have a very high status in the continent of Aize, and even low-level alchemists are highly respected.

The status of the Alchemy Master is extremely respected. Even the ruler of a country must treat him with courtesy when he sees him. After all, the number of Alchemy Masters is extremely rare in the entire Aize Continent, and each of them has alchemy technology that can be called "master skills" and terrifying connections.

Hubbard hurriedly prepared a spacious and comfortable place for Merlin, and even called the prettiest girls in the Alchemist's Guild to serve him attentively, serving him tea and water, and asking him about his well-being.

Afterwards, he brought a group of alchemists and enthusiastically began to select weapons, armor, alchemical props, etc. for the members of the Temple of War.

The alchemists began to work in an orderly manner. They first carefully measured the body sizes of these descendants of the God of War, and while measuring, they patiently asked about their daily preferences, fighting styles, magical attributes, etc.

After asking clearly, he rushed into the warehouse, carefully selected, and took out one carefully crafted weapon and armor after another from the warehouse.

The descendants of the God of War were simply stunned. The dazzling array of advanced weapons and armor dazzled them.

Their hearts were beating wildly, their faces were flushed, and they were extremely excited.

Looking at the long sword flashing with cold light and the staff emitting mysterious light, they couldn't help but reach out and touch them gently, their eyes full of intoxication and confusion, as if they were gazing at their beloved lovers.