Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  Walter, who was unaware of this, naturally did not know what Mas was thinking.

  However, as a servant hired by Mas, he naturally would not say anything else since he had decided to do it.

  In the Rotterdam continent, the concept of hierarchy was carved into the bones of every race, especially the relationship between the employer and the employer.

  After waiting for nearly twenty minutes, the door to the Sith Chamber of Commerce was once again opened. The guard at the door and a white-haired elder dressed in a suit slowly walked out. From the respectful attitude of the guard at the back, one could tell that this elder’s status in the Sith Chamber of Commerce was quite high.

  “Who’s looking for President Belek? I’m President Belek’s personal butler, Rockfill. If you have any big business, you can talk to me in detail.”


  As the old man spoke, he glanced at Walter from the corner of his eyes. Obviously, he knew Walter, but he did not say anything about it.

  “Oh? Come and talk to me. You can’t make the decision for a business of this level, Mr. Butler,” Mas said calmly.

  “President Belek is currently busy. Although I don’t know what business you want to discuss with the President, President Belek will not see you without a large business transaction of more than 100,000 gold coins. Please go back.” Rockfill did not get angry because of what Mas had said. Instead, he appeared calm and collected.

  “What fate, Mr. Rockfill, the big business deal I’m talking to President Belek about is worth over 100,000 gold coins. I wonder if I can meet President Belek this time?” Mas had a smile on his face like a smiling tiger.

  Upon hearing this, Rockfill could no longer sit still. He carefully sized up Mas who was in front of him. From his experience, no matter how he looked at it, Mas looked like an alchemy apprentice.

  An apprentice alchemist who wanted to discuss a big business with President Belek that cost more than 100,000 gold coins?

  Bragging like this was simply making a fool of himself.

  However, as an experienced veteran, Rockfill would always leave a way out no matter what he did. Although he did not really believe in Mas’s words, he minded his words.

  After all, although Mas looked like an alchemy apprentice, it was very likely that he was here on behalf of the great alchemist behind him.

  Rockfill thought for a while and finally asked the question he had been wanting to ask. “Forgive me for asking, sir, but who is the alchemist behind you?”


  “Master Mas, have you heard of it?”


  “Mas?” This was strange. In the memory of this white-haired old man, there was no advanced alchemist named Mas in the Storm Empire. However, he was worried that if he drove Mas away like this, President Belek would miss out on a big business deal.

  After much consideration, Rockfill finally gave the answer that Mas wanted to hear. “I really can’t make the decision on this business. Follow me to meet President Belek. However, the white-bearded dwarf beside you can’t enter!”


  Mas did not really care about that. He turned to Walter and comforted him. ‘Stay here for now. I’ll be out soon after I’m done.’


  He then followed Rockfill into the headquarters of the Sith Chamber of Commerce.

  “I’ll have to trouble you to wait in the hall for a while. I’ll go inform the president now!” Rockfill said.

  He took Mas to the reception hall and left him there. He did not even instruct the servants to prepare the tea for Mas before leaving in a hurry.

  Mas did not care about this. He had met too many people like this in his previous life. They were just a bunch of snobbish people.

  The best way to teach such people a lesson was to slap their faces.

  Mas waited for half an hour.

  Then, a fat man in luxurious clothes walked down from upstairs with a smile.

  “I’m sorry, I’m the President Belek that you mentioned. I’m really sorry for making you wait so long. To show my sincerity, I’ll give you a 10% discount the next time you come to my place to make purchases.

  Before that, I heard from my butler, Rockfill that you have a business deal worth more than 100,000 gold coins. Is that true?”


  Smart people did not like to talk too much nonsense. Mas directly placed the emerald green robe he had previously refined on the table.

  “Brother, did you take this robe out from the seven-star space ring just now?” Belek’s tone changed from disdain to flattery.

  “That’s right!” Mas said calmly.

  After a few days of systematic learning, Mas naturally knew that there were things like space rings in this world. However, these things were nothing compared to his Alchemy Space.

  How could the light of a firefly compare to the bright moon? In this world, a seven-star alchemy ring only had about storage space for a hundred over ordinary items. Meanwhile, the alchemy space that his system was so huge that it seemed endless.

  “Brother, could it be that the business you want to discuss with me is this precious alchemy ring?” Belek asked excitedly.

  Mas smirked and said calmly, “Don’t be so excited, President Belek. Think about it. Is that possible? Did you see the green robe on my table?”


  Mas casually tossed the Emerald Green Robe to Belek.

  As someone who had access to information, how could Belek not know that Master Mas, who had recently become a hot topic among the upper echelons of the Empire, was a big shot? He was not someone a mere president of a Chamber of Commerce could afford to offend.

  “Brother, could it be that this shirt was made by Master Mas?” Belek asked carefully.

  “I didn’t expect Master Mas, who is a creature alchemist, to have such godly craftsmanship in crafting clothes. The material of this green robe is extremely tough and is a rare treasure among four-star alchemy items.”


  “That’s right. It was indeed made by Master Mas. And this shirt is not only as useful as you say. It also has heat-resistant fire-resistant properties.” Seeing that the fish had taken the bait, Mas was even more excited.

  “Brother, may I ask if the alchemy ring in your hand is also made by Master Mas?” Belek was still unwilling to give up on the “illusory” alchemy ring.

  “President Belek, you don’t have to think too much about the space ring. This is an alchemy ring personally refined by Master Mas. I have no right to sell this treasure to you.

  The business I want to discuss with you is Master Mas’ mass-produced four-star item, Emerald Green Robe. I don’t know if you’re interested, but if you’re not, then I’ll have to discuss it with the other two trading unions.” Mas stood up and pretended to leave.

  The smile on his lips indicated that he was not flustered at all. Belek was a big fish that had gotten his bait!