Early on the second trading day, Mason returned to the K team's residence with a box full of formation papers, his face full of fairy air. After a quick wash, he went to Old K's alchemy room.

He couldn't wait to try the formation he obtained yesterday and also modify his redesign of the Anti-Superman Battle Armor according to the suggestions of the two brothers.

As for the trading fair, Mason didn't plan to go today.

He had already obtained most of the things that could be obtained with money yesterday. The remaining items were currently unable to be deciphered, and the Ellerik brothers were quite famous wandering merchants in the Starry Sky Association. They had many excellent things on hand, and Mason could directly obtain them from them in the future.

Uh.

It should be more appropriate to call it "industry exchange".

"Oh, there are also the orders they issued to me."

Mason patted his head and took out a small booklet from his pocket.

Those were the "orders" that the Ellerik brothers obtained from the Starry Sky Association and certain places in other worlds. In the past, they were responsible for producing and selling them. Now that Mason had joined their merchant team as an "external member," he naturally had to take on some responsibilities.

Read this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at the "pawread dot com"

This was exactly what Mason wanted. He was currently worried about not being able to convert his production skills into combat power for the K team.

And he had just bought several sets of production lines with formation papers on credit from the two brothers. Mason needed to work hard to repay the debt.

Huh, why did it feel like he had become a white-collar worker burdened with a mortgage in another world?

Damn it!

Even in a different world, he still had to work to pay off his debt?

"Let me see, so many healing potions? Are these for the war zone? And various orders for detoxification agents and weapons. Oh, this one is marked to be delivered to a resistance army in a vassal world.

Not bad.

They say they want to stay away from war, but they are secretly opposing the Starry Sky Association. It seems that people who can be friends with me are not simple, right?"

Mason analyzed the information conveyed in the order and then unfolded a formation paper for magic medicine. He took out the components given by the two brothers and created a small formation in the alchemy room.

He placed the raw materials on the left, including a cup of water.

In his right hand, he held a Philosopher's Stone. Last night, he had experimented with Alphonse and proved that the Philosopher's Stone in Mason's hand could also be used as a medium for the formation.

Mason meticulously followed the instructions in the beginner's booklet for the formation in his mind, recalling the process of making healing potions. Then, he took a deep breath and activated the formation.

A red arc of light quickly jumped along the prototype of the formation. The Philosopher's Stone in his right hand was continuously consumed, while the materials on the left were swallowed into the formation.

Mason could feel that these materials were rapidly decomposing and reassembling into finished potions in an indescribable way within the formation. Although the entire process was completed in an instant, it was based on Mason's understanding of the process of making healing potions.

In fact, this was the rule of formation alchemy, which simplified the long reaction process of traditional alchemy. It transformed materials into finished products through the three steps of "understanding, decomposition, and reconstitution."

Among them, "understanding" was the most important part.

If an alchemist couldn't fully understand what they were doing, it would be difficult to describe what they created.

"Swish!"

A pungent smell emanated from the Philosopher's Stone in Mason's hand, which had been consumed by one-third of its original form. On the table in front of him, there was already a bottle of completed healing potion.

Under normal circumstances, it would take Mason twenty minutes to make a bottle of potion, but now it was completed in the blink of an eye.

"Completed the production of an excellent quality and excellent craftsmanship alchemical item. Proficiency in alchemical branch skill 'Fast Formation Creation' increased by 10. Unlocked the talent 'Rapid Production in Manufacturing Branch.'

Attention!

The talent 'Rapid Production' is suitable for producing large quantities of repetitive items in a short period of time. The quality of the items produced depends on the user's understanding of manufacturing.

Using this talent can produce multiple-level items at once, but it will only receive one skill improvement, and the chance of producing high-quality items will be greatly reduced.

This negative effect will weaken as the user's manufacturing skills improve.

The user's alchemy skill is currently at level 4. When the 'Rapid Production' skill is effective at this level, the chance of producing 'fine' or higher quality items is 0.01%."

A prompt appeared in front of Mason, which was not unexpected.

The principle of the formation was essentially a time-saving "mass production" method. It was understandable that the quality would decrease when producing in large quantities. With Mason's current level, he couldn't achieve both quality and quantity.

But it didn't matter. As long as he persisted, he would be able to do it someday.

After trying the formation for the first time, Mason quickly completed the Ellerik brothers' orders in bulk. After a few more times, he would be able to repay the debt for the equipment he bought himself, and the rest would be "making big money."

He planned to get some Zhenjin and Urukjin from the two brothers first, and then find a way to obtain the Ark Reactor from those two guys.They boasted that they could find any material Mason needed. If this was true, it meant that Mason would no longer have to worry about raw materials in the future.

After completing the business order, Mason spent some time assembling a formation for metal creation, and then produced nearly a thousand cursed bullets and various engineering warheads in one go.

The more he used it, the more convenient he found it.

He no longer had to painstakingly make bullets by hand. Even dangerous items like alchemical grenades could be mass-produced. Of course, he had to be extremely focused when making these explosive items. Any lapse in concentration could easily lead to an explosion.

He kept busy until the afternoon. Mason, holding a magazine full of cursed bullets, walked out of the alchemy room. He happened to see John, disheveled and looking defeated, tiptoeing into the room with his ragged clothes.

Their eyes met.

Mason looked at the "blood-red strawberries" and claw marks like a leopard's paw all over John's body and fell silent. John, on the other hand, looked up at the sky with a face that seemed to say he was "played out".

After a few seconds, Mason said in a low voice, "What, did things go wrong?"

"It's okay, just so-so."

John, with trembling hands, lit a cigarette and said with a hard mouth but weak legs, "It was just an eight hundred-year-old vampire duchess. Although it was very intense and deadly, what kind of situation haven't I seen before? The process was tiring, but I won! This is a great achievement that a virgin like you wouldn't dare to dream of."

"I suggest you rest before you brag any more."

Mason sighed, "I'm afraid you'll drop dead if you say a few more words. Look at you, stay away from me. I'm afraid you'll drain my yang energy. But before you go to rest, I have to ask.

You've sold yourself to this extent, have we got the information we need?"

"Mm, got it all."

John lit a cigarette with difficulty and said in the smoke, "The grudge between Team Amaterasu and that crazy female vampire originated from a mission. They sneaked into the vampire's base world to steal some legendary items.

It would have been no big deal if they had just informed her.

But those neon people dared to try to control my terrifying lover and bed partner last night with purification and binding magic. However, they obviously underestimated the power of a B-level lone ranger, and were beaten up on the spot and fled.

My energetic bed partner even gave me a 'private bounty'."

John said with a smirk, "She said if I could find a way to kill a few people in Team Amaterasu, she would open her blood treasury to me and let me pick a few good things to take away."

"This could complicate things, John."

Mason frowned, "There's not a single B-level member of the Star Alliance who's easy to deal with. If she reports our actions, it could be very troublesome."

"No!"

John shook his head and raised his right hand. On the back of his hand was a very gorgeous blood rune. He waved it at Mason and said, "I've signed a contract with her. Using her source blood as a medium is enough to ensure that she can't leak any information. I think we can do this job.

And you've got your eye on those neon mages too, haven't you?

Although I don't know how they offended you, it's like killing two birds with one stone. There's no problem."

As he spoke, he threw over a card with information and specific locations of Team Amaterasu. Mason took a look and nodded, "Okay, we'll act before we leave tomorrow! I need to prepare first, huh?"

The next second, Mason and John both turned to look at the door.

The tightly closed door was pushed open, and a man named Er Tong, holding a helmet, wearing ragged clothes, and carrying shoes, was trying to sneak in.

As soon as he looked up, four eyes were staring at him intently.

"Are you guys sick?"

Er Tong was startled but still maintained his cold demeanor, "It's six in the morning! What are you doing here instead of sleeping?"

"Did you enjoy your boxing match last night?"

Mason asked quietly.

John was more direct. He blew a smoke ring and pointed to his neck, "Wipe off the love bites, thanks.

From my professional perspective, these were left by two different girls. Not bad, Jason, I didn't expect a celibate guy like you to be so popular with the muscular female warriors.

Did you roll into bed while fighting?

Don't explain, I understand.

I was young once too.

It's hard to control."

Seeing that he was caught, Er Tong simply stopped pretending.

He threw his shoes, rubbed his aching waist, and complained in a low voice, "Those Spartan female warriors are crazy! There's no pleasure at all, they treated me like a sex toy, it's a disgrace! What kind of stupid rule is it not to use guns in a fight?

Anyway, I'll definitely win next time!""Don't be so pessimistic. They didn't just play you for a fool, they even left a 'tip', didn't they?"

Sharp-eyed Zha Kang pointed to the object stuffed in the pocket behind Er Tong's buttocks. Jason, realizing belatedly, pulled it out to find a delicate golden griffin knife.

It was dazzling and clearly not an ordinary item.

"Take a break."

Mason shook his head and said to Jason:

"Rest up. We have work to do tomorrow."

"Do what?"

Er Tong asked grumpily.

Mason glanced at him and said:

"Murder!"

This answer left Jason stunned.

He looked at Mason, then at Zha Kang who was smoking with his head down. After confirming they weren't joking, his expression cooled and he asked, playing with the knife in his hand:

"Good guys or bad guys?"

"Traitors who betrayed their hometown, causing the apocalypse, and stabbed their comrades in the back for their own survival."

The captain glanced back at him and said:

"They are the pathetic roles that the Assassin's League played in the last incident. What, will executing such people give you psychological shadows?"

"No, it won't."

Er Tong, his cheek marked with exaggerated kiss marks, revealed a cold smile. He stretched his neck and said:

"Actually, I've been quite bored these days. I hate traitors the most in my life. It's a pleasure to be able to exercise my muscles. But is it really okay to do such things in a place like Star Castle?"

"That's why we need to 'ask for permission'."

Mason took out a bottle of brown owl liquor and drank it. Feeling invigorated, he took another bottle of white honey to alleviate the toxicity. Finally, he took off the Sorting Hat and threw it in front of the two, saying:

"Take this time to let the hat tell you how wizards fight, so you can be prepared. I'll be back in a bit."

With that, Mason turned and left the room, taking the elevator up to Mr. Hunter's office.

"Here's your execution document."

Seeing Mason arrive on time, Mr. Hunter handed him a document, saying:

"In the world of sandstorms, if you encounter interference from the Cleaners, give them this order to prove that you are carrying out an official mission of the Star Association.

If you act quickly enough, you should be able to avoid those annoying guys."

"I'll try."

Mason put away the document and looked at Mr. Hunter again, saying:

"I want to ask, has there ever been a murder in the castle since the establishment of Star Castle?"

"Hmm?"

This question made Mr. Hunter emit a surprised nasal sound. She looked up and said:

"What do you mean?"

"Just curious."

Mason said:

"Suppose, I mean suppose, if someone commits a murder in the castle and causes a death, what should be done according to the rules?"

Mr. Hunter was silent for a moment, then said in a drawn-out voice:

"This castle has a wide range of surveillance magic. In theory, any private fighting behavior will be detected and stopped immediately. This magic is personally monitored by my companion, the Warlock, and no one can escape his sight.

But the Warlock has recently gone to the headquarters to report on his work.

He might be back before nine o'clock tomorrow night. And according to your question, 'if' a murder really happens, I, who am currently staying here, will rush to the scene immediately.

If the murderer can be caught on the spot, he will usually be executed directly.

But if he can't be caught, a bounty will probably be issued. However, I don't think anyone in this castle can escape from my pursuit, unless those cunning guys take action at noon.

You know, I have a habit of taking a nap and I hate being disturbed during those 30 minutes.

Do you have any other questions?"

"No."

Mason nodded seriously, glanced at the time on his wristwatch, and said:

"I believe no one dares to do bad things during your nap time. Also, Team K will leave Star Castle at noon tomorrow. After we return, we will immediately prepare for the execution of the Sandstorm.

The organization cannot tolerate the existence of such traitors. Let the loyal Team K take care of the things that worry you!"

"Good, go ahead."

Mr. Hunter waved her hand and reminded him as she looked down at the documents:

"Make it clean this time."

(End of Chapter)