Big Capitalist

Lincoln Gagarin, with a height of 1.6 meters, is definitely tall among dwarfs. He once followed the ancestors of the Leo family in battles across the country and is a famous blacksmith master.

As an immortal, he has witnessed countless rise and fall in the long river of time.

With the efforts of the Aize Federation, the dawn of peace has arrived between the Empire and the major races, and the smoke of war has gradually dissipated.

Lincoln's superb skills in forging equipment and weapons for the army were temporarily useless.

So he chose to enjoy his old age in this peaceful territory.

In his spare time, he fell in love with making pottery. From then on, he fired and sold pottery in his territory and lived a leisurely life.

Although the lifespan of dwarves is not as long as that of elves, it can still reach two to three hundred years on average. For Lincoln, these long years seem like a colorful journey.

As soon as Lincoln saw Merlin, a kind smile immediately broke out on his face. He said enthusiastically, "Ah, little Merlin is back! Look, you've grown taller and become more handsome. Have you been eating well? Seeing you look so healthy now, I'm relieved."

Merlin smiled and replied, "Grandpa Lincoln, don't worry. I've been taking good care of myself out there. I eat well and sleep well. Look how energetic I am."

Lincoln then asked with concern, "Little Merlin, when did you come back? Didn't you go to the Arcane Academy to study? Did you learn anything?"

Merlin chuckled and said, "I've learned a lot, and I'm now a sixth-level magician."

After hearing this, Lincoln patted Merlin's shoulder vigorously and laughed. "Not bad, not bad! Although I'm not sure what the student union president does, it sounds pretty impressive."

But then, when he realized Merlin had said he was already at level six, his expression froze, his face filled with disbelief, and he shouted, "No? Level six? Weren't you only a level three magician a year and a half ago? What on earth have you eaten? You've reached three levels in just one year?"

Merlin scratched his head and explained with a smile: "Grandpa Lincoln, the Arcane City is an international metropolis after all, gathering resources and opportunities from all sides. The Arcane Academy is the highest institution of learning on the continent, with a strong learning atmosphere. If I work harder, I will have some opportunities, so I can improve faster."

At this moment, Selene, the moon goddess in Merlin's body, couldn't help but let out a "Pooh" sound and secretly complained: "How shameless."

Lincoln exclaimed in admiration, "I didn't expect your family to produce another genius. I thought your grandfather was already amazing enough, but you've appeared! It really is true that the younger generation is pushing the older generation forward!"

After praising him, Lincoln suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, have you seen my nephew in the Arcane City? He opened a dwarven forge in the Arcane City. When your father mortgaged the territory, I asked him to ask Otto for help. I wonder how he's been doing lately."

"Alto?" Merlin's mouth twitched slightly, and he secretly sighed in his heart. That was someone who was "very sincere" to him. He didn't expect that he was Grandpa Lincoln's nephew. No wonder he knew his father.

So Merlin told the whole story of how Otto believed in the Ancient Gods and was eventually killed.

After hearing this, Lincoln's face instantly showed an expression of shock. He widened his eyes and couldn't believe that his nephew, who was only interested in blacksmithing and had no interest in women, actually believed in the evil ancient god religion.

Lincoln was so angry that he started cursing at the air. "That bastard Otto has really brought shame to us dwarves! All he does on weekdays is work as a blacksmith. I told him to go out more and see the world, but he just wouldn't listen. Now look what happened, he actually got into this kind of trouble. It's really a misfortune for our family!"

Merlin quickly comforted him, "Grandpa Lincoln, don't be angry. It's all in the past. I came here this time because I have something important to discuss with you."

Lincoln gradually calmed down and asked doubtfully, "Merlin, what do you want from me? I will help you if I can."

Merlin smiled, carefully took out a small cup from his arms and handed it over, saying, "Grandpa Lincoln, take a look at this."

Lincoln took the cup and examined it carefully. It was only the size of a palm, and more like a delicate bowl than a cup.

Its surface was as smooth as a mirror, gleaming with a warm luster under the sunlight, completely different from the pottery he usually made.

Lincoln couldn't help but murmur, "Is this pottery? No, that's not right. This is smoother and shinier. What on earth is this?"

Merlin smiled faintly and said, "Grandpa Lincoln, this is porcelain. Simply put, this thing is an 'upgraded version' of pottery."

Lincoln held the beautiful porcelain in his hands, his face involuntarily showing an obsessive look, and he couldn't wait to ask: "What is the name of this beautiful little thing?"

Merlin whispered, "Jianzhan."

Lincoln fondly stroked the Jianzhan in his hand, nodding repeatedly. "This thing is indeed beautiful. It's obvious at first glance that it's not an ordinary item, it's definitely high-end. And you said it's an upgraded version of pottery. Do you really have the skills to make it?"

Merlin smiled confidently and said, "Of course, Grandpa Lincoln. I came back this time with the intention of promoting this thing and making it a star product in our territory."

Lincoln couldn't help but sigh that Merlin seemed to have learned a lot of new things during this trip.

"Star product", although he didn't quite understand the meaning of this word, he felt it was very powerful just by hearing it.

Lincoln frowned slightly, still a little worried, and said, "This little thing is indeed lovely, but are you sure it can be sold? In our Aize Continent, the nobles have always preferred to use gems and gold to make utensils, and the royal family has even spared no expense in using precious alchemical materials to create utensils. In comparison, this porcelain..."

Merlin said firmly: "Of course it can be sold, and not only can it be sold, but it can also be sold at a high price!"

Lincoln felt that Merlin was simply daydreaming. Although the porcelain was good, it was not easy to get the nobles to abandon their usual luxurious utensils and instead favor this new thing.

Merlin saw Lincoln's suspicion and patiently explained, "Grandpa Lincoln, you don't know. Truly elegant things are not just beautiful in appearance. They must also have a deep historical background, unique culture, and superb artistic value."

Lincoln looked puzzled. "I've lived in Aize Continent for so many years, but I've never heard of porcelain. Where does its historical background come from?"

Merlin smiled slyly: "No, why don't we just create one?"

"Create one?" Lincoln and Patton, who was listening quietly, were both stunned, their faces full of disbelief, as if they had heard some fairy tale.