Chapter 681: Baroness, working as a salesperson for Gretel!
Baroness Viteg walked out of the mage tower in a trance. Okay, she thought, now her task has become, how to help the mage Nordmark get another 40,000 gold coins
According to Archmage Seymour's reply, the Magic Council can probably provide 1/4 of the credit limit. In other words, the Council feels that the Nordmark mage can pay off the 20,000 gold coins within a reasonable time.
The Queen paid 20,000 for the remaining part, and had to find a way to get the remaining 40,000 from other channels.
There is no need to pay, as long as the other party's willingness and ability to pay are confirmed, the council said that the tower spirit can be delivered at any time...
By the way, is this Nordmark mage really that high in terms of authority and respect in the Parliament?
The Baroness didn't know that as early as last year, Gretel had borrowed an empty tower spirit from the Black Crow Swamp in order to demonstrate the transmission model of infectious diseases and the role of vaccines...
And it burned out after just playing for a while. Not only was it burned out, but he was not asked to pay for it. The Archmage of Black Crow Swamp took care of it for him. If he could get one, in Gretel's opinion, it would be better to get the second one.
That is a matter of time.
Although she didn't know the news, the Baroness secretly speculated on Archmage Seymour's tone, and she also knew that the tower spirit was waving from the front... The council had given in to this extent, and she had to handle this matter beautifully!
Well, the lord who caused trouble yesterday can probably get away with it, but it's only a few thousand gold coins. Who will pay for the other money?
"There should be nobles and wealthy businessmen in the royal capital, right?"
When she came to Grete with feedback from the council and her own questions, she got a natural answer:
"I am in Nevis, and the cost of a cesarean section is about 2,000 gold coins. I can do five or six in a month."
Of course, it is now paid for by the council's insurance premiums. In fact, we do not receive that much money, and we have to pay up and down the hospital. There is no need to tell the Baroness additionally about these things.
"There should be no fewer rich people in the royal capital than in Nevis, right? There is always demand. Also, over at the temple, if you want to learn this kind of technology, you can't be penniless?"
Baroness Vitegue: “…”
Okay, be cruel!
She turned around and left. Looking for a noble, right? Looking for someone willing to pay for the mother, right?
Within three months, we must find at least 10 of them. We cannot embarrass the royal capital in front of the people of Nevis, right?
give it to me!
As a clerical lady and the Queen's close assistant, the Baroness knows everything about the aristocracy in the royal capital. She first communicated with the Queen and confirmed the maximum amount the royal family was willing to pay, and then began to think about it:
What are the important nobles in the royal capital?
Which aristocratic ladies are relatively advanced in pregnancy and may give birth within three months?
Which nobles are willing to spend money on their wives, and which noble ladies have generous dowries themselves and can afford 2,000 gold coins?
After visiting a few random places and attending two banquets, I received three intentions. They are all expecting babies in the near future, within 10 days or a month.
In addition, there are at least seven or eight noble ladies who have not yet matured, but are very interested...
Half done!
The Baroness breathed a sigh of relief, and found two more newspapers to spread the news, asking them to send people to the hospital to inquire, collect and publish the news.
She can deal with aristocrats, especially high-ranking aristocrats, but businessmen don't have to. Once it's published in the newspaper, let them read it themselves!
After all these social tasks were completed, Baroness Vitegue breathed a long sigh of relief. She felt that her whole body was so tired that she was about to collapse. However, this was not over yet. The next day, she had to go to the main temple of the Spring Water Goddess in the capital.
Visit the Priest
Gu Yi/span> Those rough guys at the God of War Temple are probably not interested in cesarean section. Moreover, their traditional business areas do not include this;
The Church of Nature is a bunch of poor people, and they probably can't squeeze out any oil. Besides, Master Nordmark himself is also a priest of the Church of Nature. He will probably teach for free, and then happily go to help the poor with those people;
The magicians are also his own, so he probably doesn't need to be a middleman...
The only person left who can be used as a target for money is you, Spring Water Temple!
"What? Twenty thousand gold coins, or five thousand contribution points?!"
The chief priest couldn't believe his ears. His white eyebrows suddenly stood up, and a few long hairs at the ends of his eyebrows almost flew out:
Do you know how much the temple’s annual income is?
Do you know how much donations the temple receives throughout the year from nobles, wealthy businessmen, that is, people who can afford to spend money on magical arts?
A cesarean section costs 20,000 gold coins, or 5,000 contribution points are priced in contribution points, which annoys him even more. This means that the Spring Water Temple needs to lower its noble head, trade with the Magic Council, and use their standards to measure those valuables.
…
That Nordmark mage, why don't you go and rob it! By the way, why doesn't he come directly to talk and send the Baroness over?
"Oh, please don't say that." The Baroness spread out her silk fan and fanned her chest, her eyes moving:
"This is not the price he offered. To be honest, if he is willing to offer a price, that is a good thing. If he is not willing to offer a price, it will be more troublesome. You don't want him to teach as many people as he wants, teach as many as he wants, teach as many as he wants.
If it takes a long time, just teach for as long as you want, right?"
The chief priest's face darkened. The Baroness leaned back slightly and raised the corners of her lips:
"I have asked before that the first batch of spellcasters who learn from him will have at least one year to complete their studies. As for whether their level will be high enough after they complete their studies, and whether they can leave the oak forest and teach students on their own..."
She spread her palms. Without waiting for the chief priest to speak, she smiled leisurely and delivered the decisive blow:
"Besides, Her Majesty the Queen is still young, so it is impossible for her to have only one child. I think it is unlikely that Master Nordmark will come to the royal capital to stay for three months at a time..."
The implication is that after you learn how to do it, there will be so many nobles in the royal capital and so many needs, won’t they all be yours?
Now just pay a little cost!
After the cost has been spent, the other party will naturally have to teach you well. The sooner you can learn, the sooner you can monopolize the needs of the royal capital!
Speaking from the opposite direction, Her Majesty the Queen did not go to the Spring Temple to give birth, but came all the way from Nevis to find a magician. What a huge blow to the reputation of the Spring Temple! Even if it is to restore this reputational loss, 20,000 gold coins,
Is that a thing?
The chief priest thought for a moment, then his raised white eyebrows slowly flattened, and the long hairs at the ends of his eyebrows also slowly fell down. He took a breath and slowed down his voice:
"So, how many people can Master Nordmark guarantee in the church?"
"I'll talk about this!"
The Baroness immediately took care of everything.
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