Chapter 595: The Gathering of Devilmen

Not to mention anything else, just selling these ores was enough for them to make a killing.

Not to mention there were truly quite a few places needing money right now.

Of course, the more important thing was that he now had a connection, able to purchase evolution items from that side, thereby allowing himself and his brothers to evolve.

Moreover, this wasn't the previous garbage version that would turn people into Degenerate Species.

He had long found someone to test this point.

As for how it was tested, don't ask; if you ask, it was because he met a kind person.

And having the same reaction as Nicholas were also some leaders of other organizations.

Like Nicholas, they were all people who could only barely afford to purchase village-level Magic Shields.

Although small, as long as they could choose a slightly better location, the source of funds could still be guaranteed.

After all, individuals or organizations who could take out the Magic Shield scrolls for an entire city in one go were a minority.

Even if some people had already obtained control over Adventurer Cities, human hearts could never be satisfied.

After having the control rights of Adventurer Cities, they would want to get more.

The control of underlying resource points, the development of agriculture, the sprouting of industry all needed villages and towns one by one to complete.

Not to mention some big shots, for example, those council members of the Supreme Council started off with the control of one region or two regions.

At this kind of time, they needed absolute control over their subordinates even more.

Thus, the Magic Shield in the form of a Magic Scroll would definitely become the first choice for these people.

After all, everyone had paid a price, so obtaining ownership and some accompanying privileges was also a matter of course.

In fact, this point was also made to guarantee the psychological balance of those ambitious people.

In Beatrice's view, these so-called ambitious people were actually just guys whose desires were more vigorous than ordinary people.

As the saying goes, the sea of desire is hard to pacify; having one, someone would want two, having two, someone would want three...

So even those ambitious people who could now only barely afford village-level Magic Scrolls would definitely spend more resources to purchase and strengthen themselves after gradually growing strong.

Allowing the Black Witches of the Magic Array Association to obtain a permanent meal ticket where they wouldn't have to worry about materials from now on.

This was what was truly called sustainable development.

Calculating like this, from the proposal of this plan to now, it had already been a full year or more.

Now Beatrice had finally fulfilled her promise from back then.

It went so smoothly that she even couldn't help but feel whether there were good deeds done by her own Clan Leader behind the disbandment of the Supreme Council and the Warring States period initiated by the Supreme Council this time.

After all, the superposition of this series of events was undoubtedly beneficial to the witches.

It could even be said that the Witch Race was the group of people who profited the most.

Although it was a bit unfair to her own Clan Leader.

But those methods like hoarding goods or earning price differences were nothing but minor paths in regards to the sale of Magic Shields.

But having said that, the purchase of materials like herbs and the sale of potions and pills would still continue.

After all, MosquitoLegsAreStillMeat.

Moreover, sales in this aspect were inherently the bulk of the income source for many witches.

So it was fundamentally impossible to stop either.

Of course, the Clan Leader was a researcher, so it was completely normal for her not to understand commerce.

But it didn't matter, with me, the Golden Witch Beatrice around, there was no fear of losing money.

And while Beatrice was running this business vigorously and prosperously, on the other side inside the Gravel Syndicate, an unprecedented meeting was taking place.

The reason why it was called 'unprecedented' was because the number of people gathered here at this time was the most and most complete among all previous meetings.

The reason why such a situation was caused was entirely because a series of accidents were linked together.

The gathering place of the Angel Race was discovered by the Black Witches...

The divine tree of the Angel Race was moved away by the Black Witches...

Someone within the Pure Origin Sect colluded with the Knight Guild and a rebellion occurred...

The Teleportation Array of the Pure Origin Sect was severed...

Steve, the Pope of the Pure Origin Sect, was killed on his way escaping...

Major races began purchasing supplies in large quantities...

The Supreme Council announced its disbandment...

The Warring States period began...

And finally, the Black Witches came out to sell Magic Shields...

It could be said that from yesterday evening until today evening, a full day and night's time, too many things had happened.

And the Gravel Syndicate's side hadn't received a single piece of good news.

Especially since Steve was a founding member of the Syndicate, and also the most important nail driven into the lunatics of the Primal Scripture Adherents, his death was the greatest loss so far to the overall layout of the Gravel Syndicate.

"Truly damned, it was only one day, one day's affairs! Why did things develop to this state?"

"How exactly did those Black Witches find the Angel Race's gathering place?"

"That idiot Steve too, dying is one thing, to actually let the papal throne fall into the hands of those lower-class people."

"Yeah, that damned dog made us lose the big card that is the Pure Origin Sect."

On the huge square resembling an open-air concert hall, the Devilmen of the Gravel Syndicate were arguing clamorously.

Regarding these sudden events, they truly had bitterness they couldn't speak of.

Who knew that in just a night and a day's time, the whole world seemed to have suddenly fast-forwarded to the next version.

Clearly, it was still a racial war before, and they had made a series of meticulous layouts for it.

As a result, without any prior notice, it entered into a Warring States period where everyone participated.

One must know that during a racial war, they could still instigate from the potential differences existing between various races.

However, arriving at this era where anyone could be a bandit king, they didn't even need to instigate, people would attack each other.

Although it seemed almost the same.

But one was controllable, while the other was uncontrollable.

Believing that no matter who it was, they probably wouldn't like the word 'uncontrollable'.

Especially existences like them who operated in the dark were even more afraid of the emergence of this uncontrollable situation.

Thus, it now created an extremely awkward and passive situation.

That was, the old plans were basically scrapped, and the new plans hadn't been made yet.

It could be said to be falling behind at every step after taking one wrong step. How could this not make these people who styled themselves as 'the smartest people in the world' angry.

In their view, the occurrence of all these matters, the unsmoothness of their plans, all started from the Black Witches discovering the Angel Race's gathering place.

If they hadn't discovered the location of the Angel Race's station, then everything that followed wouldn't have happened.

Yes.

In their eyes, the matter of 'the witches discovering the Angel Race's station' was the fuse for all matters.

Only then did it lead them to be in an extremely awkward situation now.

As for Steve's death...

Since he's already dead, what else is there to say.