450 They are on the Wrong Path (2/2)
This time, Roland read the data that he recorded with the math model.
After a dozen days and many repeated experiments, he finally realized that a piece of data wasn't marked in the math model.
That was the key point that he had neglected.
It was the size of the oil discharge channel.
Grease was essentially a summoning spell, and a spatial tube was needed to summon the oil.
The size of this tube decided the amount of oil to be discharged over a certain amount of time.
Now that he realized that, things became a lot easier.
He had to either increase the time of the discharge, or broaden the tube.
It was unlikely for him to increase the time of the discharge. He had reached the limits of a level-one spell. To increase the time, he had to infer it into a level-two spell.
But if so, this spell wouldn't be suitable for beginners.
As for increasing the size of the tube, it would involve the application of spatial magic.
It meant that, if he worked on it, this spell would become a complex one with summoning and spatial qualities. It would be very tricky to cast.
That was against Roland's goal too.
Therefore, it was already the best he could do to summon three kilograms of oil each time.
Not the best, but acceptable… Also, he could reduce the cost of the spell, so that the spell could be cast more often.
Roland drew the model on a parchment. Next, he intended to dedicate the spell to the Goddess of Magic.
He didn't want to upload it to the forum anymore. After all, the spells that he modified before were mostly submitted to other countries by immoral players for their own interests. Even more annoyingly, they even claimed that the modifications were their work.
They had no boundaries.
Roland put the parchment in his system Backpack. At this moment, the door of the lab was opened, and Andonara came in with a big jar.
”We're running out of oil. Get me some.”
Roland snapped his fingers, and fluids that were as clear as drinkable water sprinkled from a tiny dark space in midair into the jar.
Very soon, the jar was filled.
The air was filled with a pleasant aroma.
Andonara took a deep breath and left with the jar.
Ever since she tried the food made with this kind of oil, Andonara had lost interest in other animal or plant oils.
Roland had already tested it with mice. The oil wasn't addictive. It simply smelled great.
Vivian came in after Andonara just left. She sniffed and was delighted to smell the remaining aroma in the air. Then she said, ”Roland, Mr. Douglas is waiting for you downstairs. He says that he has something important to talk with you about.”
Roland nodded. ”Bring him here.”
Two minutes later, they sat down in front of each other, and Vivian left the room after pouring a cup of fruit wine for each of them.
Roland had a mouthful of the wine and asked, ”What's this important thing? You're clearly smiling. It doesn't look like you have anything important.”
Douglas smiled even more brilliantly. ”Important things can be good things too. Hehe. Something happened to Charles' Cornucopia.”
”What happened?”
Roland was slightly surprised.
”A bunch of NPCs together with many masked players raided the Cornucopia's headquarters and looted countless low-level materials that are in demand,” Douglas said with a smile. ”It's not on the forum yet, but it will probably be out soon.”
Roland was surprised at Douglas's reaction. ”Isn't Charles your friend? How can you be gloating when something has happened to him?”
”He's not my friend but only an acquaintance.” Douglas waved his hand. ”There's no real friendship for people like us. Even if we look close on the surface, it's only because we want each other's wealth or power. It's just an approach to socialization.”
Roland shrugged, not knowing how to respond to such candor.
Douglas continued, ”It's easy if they're merely robbed, but the real problem is that the royal family of Hollevin and the Association of Mages made a joint statement, claiming that they disrupted the market by maliciously monopolizing the magic materials and demanding that the Cornucopia sell a batch of high-level material materials at a low price in twenty days, or they will be wanted in the whole country.”
”That's not surprising…” Roland nodded. He had already seen it coming. But he suddenly realized something wrong. ”Wait, the royal family actually said that 'they disrupted the market by maliciously monopolizing the magic materials'? Those are modern terms.”
Douglas raised his thumb. ”You're truly smart. That's right. Based on my investigation, the royal family recently hired a batch of elite players. Some of them might be financial talents. Anyways, the Cornucopia is now in serious trouble. If they want to stabilize the market by selling the magic materials, they will suffer a lot of losses. After all, they paid three to four times the original price when they hoarded the magic materials.”
Roland tapped the desk subconsciously and said, ”The royal family's strategy of divide and conquer is working. The players who robbed the Cornucopia probably did it because they received a quest from the royal family.”
”Are they not afraid of getting red names?”
”Their viciousness wouldn't increase if they killed players in a quest.” Roland smiled and somehow remembered Antis. ”They probably had something like privateering licenses.”
Douglas chuckled. ”Impressive. This is a nice move. It must've been a trick proposed by the players that the royal family hired.”
Roland smiled bitterly… Actually, it was his idea. He talked to Antis when he offered money to the Guild of Bards two weeks ago and told him about privateering. At that time, he was only looking for a random topic of conversation.
He didn't expect Antis to actually put it into practice.