Inside the Sixth Prince's Mansion.
Garsa was in a great mood and smiled heartily, "Haha! Ian, we made a lot of money. We sold a few invitation letters to one million gold coins. You are so good at making money."
One million gold coins Garza can get 200,000 gold coins, and at the same time, he also sold many favors with that small invitation letter.
In the Sanctuary Blue City, there were a lot of nobles and merchants. Five thousand invitations were not enough for those who robbed them. Many great nobles were one step too late to buy those invitations even if they had money. They could only come to Garsa directly and made a request to buy the invitation, which made Garsa sell many favors.
Yang Feng also picked up the wine glass, shook the bloody red wine inside, took a sip, and showed a smile.
Garsa asked curiously: "By the way, why only sell 5,000 pieces? Why not sell more? With the strength of the Sanctuary Blue City, even if you sell 10,000 pieces, there is no problem with not 30,000 invitation letters!"
The Potion Master was less than ten people in the Morrisen Empire, and three of them were in the palace, serving only one of Morrisen 2,867. Only Yang Feng was willing to come out to hold the Potion Auction.
There are so many rich people in the Sandu Blue City. Even if you release 30,000 invitation letters, you can definitely sell them easily.
Yang Feng smiled slightly and said, "It is vaguely expensive. After some competition for those five thousand invitations, they will become more famous. Only those people will be more willing to spend a lot of money, compete for those invitations, and then spend more money to compete for the potions I sold."
Garsa frowned slightly and said, "It makes sense! But now 5,000 invitations are obviously not enough, and many people have come to express their willingness to buy. Some people are very famous and even I am not easy to offend."
Although Garza is the sixth prince of the empire and has a very noble status, he cannot afford to offend many people. Unless he can sit on that throne, he will be able to ignore most people.
Yang Feng said lightly: "Great nobles, top wealthy merchants, and nobles close to us, give them what they want. As for others, don't give them."
Garsa pondered for a while and showed a smile: "It makes sense!"
As time went by, the entire Santa Cities Blue City was crazy about the small invitation letter, and the price of that invitation letter was also hyped up, from 200 gold coins to 500 gold coins but still had no market price.
That invitation letter to the Potion Auction Conference has evolved into a symbol of identity. It seems that a person who owns an invitation letter to the Potion Auction Conference is considered a real big shot.
Ten days later, inside a large manor near the Santo Blue City.
Luxury carriages drove out of the Sanctuary Blue City and entered the large manor.
The ground of the large manor was filled with a layer of cement-like substance, which looked very flat, and the carriage drove up without much bump.
Near a lake like emeralds, there are countless tables placed, and the tables are filled with various exquisite food. A beautiful maid is passing through it.
Near those tables stood a well-dressed man and woman. Anyone was placed outside the Santa Cities, and they were all big figures that countless people in the Morrisen Empire looked up to.
The big guys formed a circle in groups of three or three, chatting, and their words were inseparable from the various magical potions that might be auctioned at the Potion Auction Conference.
Suddenly, the crowd stirred up, and a handsome man with short golden hair and a gentle smile on his face followed two guards in warrior uniforms, strode into the place.
"Your Highness the Third Prince!!"
Some big figures from the Third Prince faction went over and saluted to the Third Prince Porta. A small circle quickly formed around Porta.
Not long after Porta arrived, a young man with a serious and stereotypical face, a short golden hair, and a 70-minute similar to Porta, followed by two guards in samurai uniforms.
"Your Highness the Ninth Prince!!"
Some bigwigs who were close to the Ninth Prince also went over and saluted to the Ninth Prince Sanel, and then formed a small circle around Sanel.
Almost at the same time, a young man with only sixteen or seventeen years old looked childish and had a proud look, as if he didn't take the world into his eyes. A young man with short golden hair followed two beautiful female guards in samurai uniforms and stepped into the place.
"His Highness the Thirteenth Prince!!"
The big men who were close to the Thirteenth Prince also quickly came to the side of the Thirteenth Prince Sucre and formed a small circle led by Sucre.
The three princes gathered here, looked at each other, got rid of all the guards and walked straight together.
Porta's eyes were complicated and slowly said: "Pota Master Ian, Garza is really lucky. He was able to recruit a Potato Master to serve him."
Among the small alliances formed by the four princes, Porta and Garsa have the strongest power. Now that Garsa has received the help of Yang Feng, his power has become the most powerful force in this loose small alliance.
Sucre smiled slightly and said, "The stronger Garza's strength, the more beneficial it is to us? Andre's strength is really too strong. We also need someone to withstand Andre's pressure."
Sanel nodded silently.
The eldest prince Andrei was wise and powerful, and was also the marshal of the Southern Army. He had many masters and strong men. The four princes joined forces to suppress Andrei slightly.
Of course, this also has something to do with the four princes working together openly but privately pulling each other. If the four princes work together, with the strength of their mother tribe behind them, they can completely suppress the eldest prince Andre to breathlessness.
"Master Ian!!Master Ian is here!"
"Master Ian, Master Ian is out!!"
“…”
Suddenly, bursts of noise came from the crowd, and eyes began to look for Yang Feng's figure. Almost everyone present came for Yang Feng's magic potion.
Under the gaze of the crowd, Yang Feng followed Garsa, and Ilena walked into the venue under the escort of Thunder Sword Saint Casses.
As soon as Garsa entered the venue, he took Yang Feng directly to the top of the eldest prince and the other two.
Garsa introduced with pride and pride: "Ian, let me introduce you to you. This is my third brother Porta, this is my ninth brother Sanel, this is my thirteenth brother Sucre. Big brother, ninth brother, thirteenth brother, this is the master of the Miracle City of the Red Earth Wasteland, the Earl of the Red Earth, the Palace Master, and the Potion Master Ian."
Each title represents an identity of Yang Feng, and each identity is very noble. Those identities are even more noble than some ordinary prince identities.
Yang Feng smiled slightly and said, "Hello!"
"Hello, Earl Ian!"
The three princes all made a very polite and polite sentence. Even the Thirteenth Prince Sucre, whose pride was written on his face, did not rude.
"Master Canales!!Master Canales is here!!"
"What Master Canales!! Where is he?"
“…”
When they heard the name Canales, the crowd was stunned at first, and a sensation suddenly caused. Everyone was looking for the figure of the owner of the name with even more excited eyes.
Canales has been famous for decades and is one of the most powerful potion masters in the Morrisen Empire. He is also a legendary figure in the Morrisen Empire. He has saved two legendary magicians with his potions, killed one legendary magician, and killed four swordsman-level powerful men. His life is a completely legendary story, and he is also the most legendary potion masters in the Morrisen Empire.
A man with a short figure but a very young face, looking only in his twenties, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes. At first glance, he looked very conflicted. A man with indifferent face slowly walked over with his hands on his back.
Beside this short man was a middle-aged man with a burly, tall and handsome man with dazzling blonde hair and domineering manner, and his every move seemed to have a smell of iron blood.
On the left hand of the middle-aged man, standing a young man with a normal figure, short red hair, handsome appearance, slightly red eyes, and deep in his eyes, it seemed that there was endless mystery.
Behind the three people, there were more than a dozen guards, each of which exuded the breath of a strong man.
When Porta saw the three people, his heart was shocked, his face changed drastically, and he said with great difficulty: "Andre, he has recruited Master Canales, and even the God-born family of the God-born family fell to him?"
The middle-aged man with a smell of iron blood was the eldest prince Andre. The short man on his right hand was the potion master Canales, and the young man on his left hand was Chapelo, the first heir to the Barrios family, the god-born family left by the powerful god-powered god of war, Chapelo.
Garsa and the other two also looked very ugly.
The god-born family generally does not participate in the battle for the imperial power of the Morrisen Empire. No matter if any emperor comes to power, there is no reason that they cannot be moved. However, everything is not absolute. There are also the god-born family who will join the battle for the imperial power for various reasons. Basically, people who are supported by the god-born family rarely fail in the battle for the imperial power.
Andre saw Garza and the other four at a glance, carrying their hands on their backs and walking towards this side.
Along the way, the great figures of the Morrisen Empire couldn't help but take the initiative to separate and give up a path to Andre, as if it was a matter of course to give way to him. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!