It would be a lie to say that Belek was not moved.
Belek, who had been working hard in his early years and had endured countless hardships, finally made it out and began to enjoy wealth and glory. Generally, nobles like him, who were born later, cherished their lives more than ordinary ghosts.
A four-star alchemical creature that was 100% obedient to him and was comparable to an intermediate five-star professional. If it was him, he would also be very tempted.
And he naturally knew about Master Anthony.
This was because, strictly speaking, Anthony could still be considered a relative of Belek. However, it was a little off. From the genealogy, he was already a blood relative of four generations.
By relying on this relationship, Belek was able to work in the Storm Empire without any obstructions. It was only in these years that the Sith Chamber of Commerce had developed to such an extent.
Although Mage Anthony did not admit that they were relatives, he did not deny it either. After all, it was written in the family tree. He had to take care of them.
"President Belek, you have to think carefully. This is the only precious opportunity. Back then, Mage Anthony begged Master Mas for a long time before Master Mas agreed to make him a Red Crystal Gargoyle.
Of course, you know what it means to be a four-star high-grade alchemical creature, moreover an alchemical creature that is resistant to magic. Even Karl, the rising star of the empire, is afraid of the Red Crystal Gargoyle!"
"If it's like what brother Dyson said, if Mage Anthony had bought the Red Crystal Gargoyles, then the previous conditions are not impossible." Belek gritted his teeth and agreed.
"President Belek is indeed a wise man."
If not for the fact that he was discussing a huge business deal with Belek, he would probably have laughed at this moment. This was definitely one of the biggest dark histories of his life. It was really too delightful for Mas to pretend to be the disciple of "Master Mas" and fool the president of the Chamber of Commerce.
"Then, brother Dyson, do you think Master Mas can make an exception and sell a few Red Crystal Gargoyles to me?" asked Belek who was full of anticipation.
"I'm not sure about that. It depends on Master's opinion. Didn't I give you a hint just now? Master needs a lot of rare high-tier alchemy materials. The rarer the better.
Also, President Belek, allow me to say something unpleasant. Although there are many alchemists in the Storm Empire, how many alchemists can refine this Level 8 space ring on my hand? Not to mention the alchemy ring, with its ability, it would be super amazing if they can refine a five-star alchemy item.
Moreover, even if they managed to craft a five-star alchemy item, their work and Master Mas's masterpiece were like fireflies and the light of the moon respectively. You should understand the reasoning behind this.
President Belek, I've said all that I wanted to say. It's up to you how you think and choose. I still have to run errands, I don't have much time to waste here. "
After hearing what Mas said, Belek felt as if he had been enlightened. His fat face looked surprised, excited, and a little reluctant. It was like riding a roller coaster. It was exciting.
He glanced at Mas, who was lying in his chair. He gritted his teeth and made his decision.
"Wait here for a moment, brother Dyson. I'll get my men to bring you all the high-tier alchemy materials."
With that, Belek ran out of the reception hall as if he was afraid of missing out on something good.
In less than ten minutes, several maidservants and servants carried delicacies, fine wine, fruit platters and pastries that Mas had never seen before.
Belek even specially called a few beast-eared ladies who were dressed in thin gauze to come in and dance for Mas. Their bouncy and fair skin that was as white as snow and was faintly discernible under a layer of lace clothing. It turned Mas on.
This treatment was completely different from before.
However, Mas did not eat the food that the servants had sent in. If Belek had drugged the food and wanted to kill him, that would be too bad for him.
This business was about to end, so it was best to be careful.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Belek ran back panting as he swayed his fat body.
He stood at the entrance of the guest hall and panted heavily. He looked outside and kept waving and shouting, "All of you, hurry up. I won't let you off if you neglect our distinguished guest. Haven't you eaten yet?! Do you still want this month's salary?!!"
Outside the door, four burly orcs struggled to carry a huge box as they slowly walked into the guest hall. They carefully placed the box on the floor, afraid that they would damage the contents of the box.
Seeing that the workers had finished their tasks, Belek waved his hand and chased all the servants out of the hall. He personally ran to the box and respectfully opened it.
When Mas could clearly see the contents of the box, even his breathing became rougher. What those beautiful beast-eared ladies could not do, the contents of the box did.
Inside the box was a three-meter-tall skull that looked like the skull of some kind of giant beast!
"Brother Dyson, as an apprentice alchemist, you should naturally recognize this thing, right?" Belek looked at Mas proudly.
"I can recognize such a treasure even if it turns into ashes. This must be what was recorded in the history books, a Level 8 alchemy material, the skull of a behemoth!"
Mas's voice became hoarse. He could no longer maintain his calm heart because this was a behemoth's skull! It was not an ordinary behemoth, but an adult behemoth!
Behemoths were low-level nine-star creatures that lived in the barbaric and desolate areas. They were known for their ferocious appearance, brutal personality, and unparalleled combat strength. If one were to compare them with the well-known dragons, the lifespan of Behemoths was much shorter than that of normal orthodox bloodline dragons. However, their huge claws, which were said to be able to tear through everything, were said to be able to easily break through the skin of a high-grade Level 9 creature, the Crystal Dragon!
If such a great killing weapon was put on the battlefield, like the first battlefield of the Pope and the Storm Empire, it could easily wipe out a battlefield. Even more exaggerated, it could completely slaughter a country.
A kingdom was a major level lower than an empire.
In the Rotterdam continent, there were many kingdoms of various sizes beneath the ten great empires.
"President B-Belek…, where did you get the skull of this behemoth?" Mas asked in a trembling voice.
Upon hearing this, Belek smiled. His trembling mustache showed that he was in a good mood. "This is my trade secret. I hope that brother Dyson can forgive me for not telling you, but I can tell you one thing. Back then, I spent a lot of effort to obtain this treasure!
The Level 7 professionals I hired and the other mercenaries under me were either dead or injured.
I wonder, brother Dyson, how much do you think my Behemoth's skull can be sold for? "
Mas stroked his chin a little at that, and began to calculate.
Normally, six-star alchemy materials were worth around 200,000 gold coins, and seven-star alchemy materials were even more expensive. Without 500,000 gold coins, one would not be able to buy them. An eight-star alchemy material was not something that could be bought even if one had money! It was impossible to measure its value with crude gold coins. Usually, one would exchange it for something else.
This was clearly recorded in Dyson's alchemy notes.
Dyson had once participated in an auction in the Flame Empire. At that time, an eight-star alchemy material that was relatively ordinary was auctioned off for a sky-high price of 20 million gold coins. The alchemy material was not a precious plant or the torso of a precious creature, but just a flower that had been around for a long time.
Mas, who had lived two lifetimes, was naturally slick in dealing with people. He would not openly say how valuable Behemoth's skull was, so he did not answer Belek's question at all. Instead, he kicked the ball back.
"How much do you think this priceless treasure is worth, President Belek?"
Belek seemed to have already thought of the answer. Without thinking, he directly said, "That depends on the person. As brother Dyson said, such a treasure is merely an ordinary treasure in my hands. If I give such a treasure to the useless alchemists of the Storm Empire, it would be a waste of a heavenly treasure and worthless. If it was handed to Master Mas and then plotted against him, it would be a priceless treasure!
"As for the price… I don't have any hobbies. The thing I like the most and do the most is making friends. If you can introduce me to Master Mas, brother Dyson, I'll give this top-grade alchemy material to Master Mas. There's no harm, right?"
Upon hearing this, the astute Mas was very surprised, but he also understood what this sly old fox was thinking.
In order to get on his good side, the fatty offered huge benefits. He actually wanted to use the skull that was rarely seen in thousands of years to get closer to him.
Picking up a priceless treasure for no reason was a rare good thing for Mas.
"I already know your question and intentions. I can introduce you to him. I believe my master will also like this gift of friendship very much!" Mas nodded.
"That's really great. Brother Dyson, don't worry. There will definitely be many benefits if you work for me. If things work out, I'll add more 'benefits'!" Hearing that Dyson agreed to introduce himself to Mas, Belek laughed and promised many benefits.
If he could build a connection with Mas, he would be able to earn back whatever he lost. He was not a fool. In the long run, he would do something that was free of harm. It was just tens of millions of gold coins. He could earn more if he lost the money, but it was not so easy to get a favor from an alchemist who was at least at Level 8. Mister Belek was very shrewd and ruthless.