"H-high-tier magic?!"
"A-and there are experts too?"
After hearing Olivia’s words, the bearded man nodded dumbly. Though deeply shocked inside, he thought: magic in this world was strange and varied. This "magic" seemed acceptable.
But the girl claimed it held even greater power within. That made him uneasy.
This girl looked like a mere magic academy student. How could she master such terrifying high-tier magic?
Could she be some hidden big shot?
His heart tightened. His steps grew tentative, less steady than the girl’s.
Olivia led Uncle Beard into the cultivation center. The revolving door opened automatically. Before them stretched rows of planting trenches wrapped in nanoscale metal shells.
Each trench held special black soil with self-adaptive properties. It provided perfect nutrients based on the plants’ needs.
Above every trench hung countless mechanical arms, ready to tend each plant precisely. Olivia approached the console, familiarized herself with the system, then turned to the bearded man.
"Uncle, you must have some Frostworm Grass seeds on you, right? If not, any seeds will do. Lend me a couple. I’ll show you the effect~"
"Uh… effect?"
Uncle Beard nodded, impressed but confused. He handed her a Frostworm Grass seed. What was she planning?
Planting Frostworm Grass right now? Impossible!
Olivia turned away. She poured the seed into the machine. Then she took a growth potion, dripped two drops into the inventory slot. She loaded the smart control system and pressed start!
Start!
She took a deep breath, pointed to the nearest plant incubator. A mechanical arm slowly took the seed from the conveyor belt. It placed it in the incubator. Then it began precise cultivation.
Olivia beamed proudly.
"This is my cultivation base’s strongest feature! Tilling, fertilizing, sowing, watering. Constant monitoring of temperature and humidity. Harvesting—all automated by magic tools. Just press one button. No manual work needed. Plants grow perfectly in optimal conditions. I used a potion to speed growth. In minutes, Uncle, you’ll see a fully mature, high-quality Frostworm Grass~"
"This… really? Good heavens… only one person watching? Uncle, in our northern plantations, dozens of skilled workers guard day and night for 80% yield. You…"
He couldn’t believe it. But the shocking scene before him proved her words. After adding the growth potion, everything came true.
In minutes, the "self-moving iron arms" worked around the Frostworm Grass. Perfect care adjusted the incubator’s temperature for each growth stage.
Soon, the seed sprouted, broke the soil, and matured into fresh Frostworm Grass. Olivia stepped forward. She pinched the caterpillar-like plant, pulled it out by the roots, and handed it to Uncle Beard.
"How’s this? Best quality Frostworm Grass you’ve ever seen? Hmph, not only that. With this precision, my base ensures zero seed loss. Sell me a batch of seeds. I can plant endlessly, scale up, and monopolize the market!"
Uncle Beard stared at the Frostworm Grass in shock. Indeed, the quality was exceptional. Even the tricky seeds were perfect. He took deep breaths to calm down. His voice trembled with excitement.
"So… Miss Olivia, why show me this?"
"Mm~ I want to partner with you! Uncle Beard, you know Frostworm Grass sales are super profitable, right? I don’t understand business. No connections. Too troublesome. Afraid of drawing attention with big profits. So… I need a dealer. I’ll sell you the Frostworm Grass at 90% of market price. You handle the rest—how much profit you make is up to you~"
Olivia rested her chin on her hand. Clearly, she wanted full automation—even selling was too much work. Just print money with nuclear power!
For Uncle Beard, it was like manna from heaven. He calculated: 10% profit margin per batch. With luck, more!
10% profit on Frostworm Grass! If it worked, it’d change his life forever. Wealth beyond dreams!
"Deal! I’ll sell you that batch of seeds. I’ll handle all sales. I’ll settle in the Imperial Capital. I’ll work wholeheartedly for you, Miss Olivia. No worries about selling!"
"Mm~ great. Then I won’t pay the 50,000, okay? You’ll recoup it from the first batch anyway. No problem, right?"
Olivia tilted her head. Uncle Beard hesitated awkwardly.
"Well… could you pay a little? The first seeds aren’t planted yet. I can’t fully trust…"
"Sigh~ fine, fine." Olivia waved reluctantly. "Okay, I’ll pay the full 50,000. But I take 95% of the first batch’s profits. Also… Uncle, you must do me a favor~"
"Anything! Just say it. I’ll do my best!"
Uncle Beard agreed eagerly. Olivia nodded, recalling her plump aunt-in-law’s business.
"Uncle, you’re a seed merchant, right? Then… get me large batches of Sinking Beans, Lion Powder, Piggyback Wood, and St. John’s Fruit seeds! Plus, some energy crystals!"
