Get a certificate? What certificate?
Almost as if by reflex, Yun Wei became more vigilant.
But he didn't show it on his face, and simply asked calmly, "Is it really necessary?"
"Of course, sir. As everyone knows, our Alchemy City is full of treasures. If you find a good one, you can take it to Red Moon and Black Chain and make dozens of times the profit..."
The middle-aged man smiled very sweetly, and the two tufts of mustache on his lips that curled up and down looked like the antennae of a cricket.
Seeing that the other party was about to launch into a long monologue, Yun Wei coughed lightly, indicating that he was not very interested in the topic.
Seeing this, the man politely shut his mouth.
He rubbed his hands together with a smile and continued, "Therefore, our Alchemy City is different from other places; we have to pay taxes every time we enter the city. You see, you and the servant behind you are clearly not ordinary commoners—so, you each need to pay thirty gold coins every time you enter the city..."
"How much did you say?" Even though he tried hard to control his expression, Yun Wei still exclaimed in disbelief.
Thirty gold coins is no small sum. Even though he still had nearly two thousand gold coins left, he couldn't afford to squander them like that!
“Thirty gold coins, sir,” the man replied respectfully, then explained, “You see, both of you are wearing spatial artifacts. According to the regulations set by the Alchemy City’s ‘Transaction Council,’ you are required to pay the maximum amount of tax to the city.”
"I apologize for making you laugh, sir. But our motto in Alchemy City is, 'Only money can bring eternity.' In Alchemy City, even priests of the Holy Church of Radiance must pay a sufficient amount of money before they can enter the city to preach the gospel of the Lord of Radiance."
"Hmm." Yun Wei nodded blankly, preparing to honestly take out money from his spatial storage. He finally understood why Red Moon City was so hostile to Alchemy City.
If he is a fanatical follower of the Lord of Light, then it can be said that the man in front of him is a living blasphemer!
“However, if you have a permit—” the man changed the subject, but cleverly steered it back to the beginning, “If you have a VIP access permit for our Alchemy City, you only need to pay twenty gold coins each time you enter the city.”
"Of course, we will also deduct the processing fee for the permit reasonably. You only need to spend 500 gold coins to apply for a permit, which will be pre-stored with 490 alchemy coins to be used for deduction each time you enter the city."
"How about it, sir? Hurry up and get two tickets! I'm sure you'll fall in love with this place once you see our newly developed products and visit our beautiful city frequently."
"Moreover, if you do it now, you can save a full twenty gold coins on this trip to the city!"
It sounds like a 30% discount.
Yun Wei couldn't help but feel a little tempted.
Without hesitation, he took action and immediately waved his hand, taking out a full thousand gold coins from his spatial storage, and said generously, "Then let's get two!"
The dazzling gold coins were piled up into a very heavy little mountain, attracting the attention of the surrounding travelers.
"Alright!" The man quickly instructed the employee standing to the side to bring a sturdy bag and start filling it with money. Seeing that Yun Wei was a little confused, he explained, "This is also a new invention of our Alchemy City, the 'money counting bag.' Whether it's gold coins or silver coins, put them all in, and you can quickly count the most accurate amount."
"Come on, sir, please register your information here! By the way, my name is Manglin Liujin, it's my pleasure to serve you."
It wasn't until she heard that familiar surname that Yun Wei took a serious look at the man, only to find that his eyes were also like emeralds, but not as clear as Sid's.
It wasn't until Yun Wei entered the city with two gleaming identity cards and saw the ten-year validity period marked on the back of the cards that he belatedly looked at the knight beside him and said, "Isaac, I feel... like we've been tricked!"
The silent knight looked at him with a smile, full of affection.
Yun Wei handed Isaac's permit to the other party and complained, "We'll probably be staying here for a while, how can we go in and out so frequently!"
In the short term, he will go to Bili City around February next year to fulfill his promise to Xie Mulang.
But he wasn’t a businessman after all, and even over a ten-year period, it would be difficult for him to visit Alchemy City twenty times!
Isaac smiled and comforted him, "It's alright, at least we saved the twenty coins we had to pay to enter the city this time."
Upon hearing this, Yun Wei thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "That makes sense..."
But then he suddenly looked at Isaac and asked, "Isaac, how much is the cost of the materials?"
Isaac answered somewhat uncertainly, "It seems to be... twenty? After all, one certificate is ten, and we got two certificates..."
So, what exactly did they save?!
Thinking of this, the two couldn't help but look at each other in bewilderment.
They had barely entered the city when they gained a profound understanding of this city that loved money so much.
...
"Bang—"
Hearing the pressure gauge on the control panel shatter again, Sid wearily took off his glasses, rubbed his temples, and said to his assistant beside him, "Joseph, that's enough for today. You go back first, I'll clean up myself later."
Upon hearing this, the young man, who was bent over the table recording data, quickly stood up and respectfully replied, "Yes, Master Sid."
Once his assistant was out of sight, Sid leaned back lazily in his chair and took a deep breath.
The thought of his date that evening made him incredibly irritable.
The other party appears to be a duke from Bethlehem, who is said to be very wealthy.
So much so that his shrewd uncle, now the governor of Alchemy City, after careful consideration, agreed to the marriage proposal without hesitation.
Originally, he had never cared about the affairs of the Liujin family; this once glorious family had long since decayed amidst the open and covert struggles and fratricide.
If we ignore the fact that the Grand Duke of Bethlehem was proposing to himself.
Sidra picked up the silver mirror placed to the side; it was his first alchemical creation. The gleaming mirror faithfully reflected the worried expression on the young man's face. He wasn't exactly handsome; in fact, he looked rather cold and indifferent.
Oh, his hair looks like it hasn't been styled in a long time.
He had golden-red hair, a result of his simple and honest father falling in love with a beautiful commoner. Anyone familiar with the general history of the Zhuyuan Continent would discover this fact:
Red-haired people are often commoners from the lowest rungs of society; they are the original inhabitants of the Zhuyuan Continent.
Nobles, on the other hand, often had dazzling blond hair.
As for the most powerful rulers, whether it was the First Dynasty or the Second Dynasty, their hair color was either brown or black.
Indeed, his mother had a cascade of wavy hair, like a flowing, raging fire.
On the continent of Zhuyuan, if a nobleman marries a commoner, it is tantamount to relinquishing his right of inheritance.
Even so, his parents were still killed by his suspicious and ruthless uncle.
But in the end, Alchemy City still fell into the hands of the third-ranking uncle.
Thinking of this, Sid's lips curled into a mocking sneer. He stood up and began to clean up the mess on the control panel.
He had always thought that love was something extraordinary, something that would make his father love so passionately.
It's really nothing special.
Nearly half a month has passed, and he has almost forgotten Aeneas's punchable face. He now deeply regrets not giving that kid a good beating back then.
God knows why he cried so sadly back then.
A sudden pain shot through my fingertip; it was a cut from broken glass.
Sid lowered his eyes and casually patted the insignificant wound with a "Water Healing" spell.
But the lingering unease in my heart was very real.
Sid reached out, conjured a ball of fire, quickly melted the shards in his palm, and threw them into the icy water.
He blinked his emerald eyes and decided to sneak off to the city tavern for a drink.
As for the Grand Duke of Bethlehem, who seems to be in poor health? Who cares? If he gets impatient, he'll just go back.
After all, the other party was only interested in his talent.
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