Two holes that were one person on the floor appeared on the room. Baral and Ural were lying inside, twitching all over, their tongues were numb, and they could not do anything except think. But Gotfried also thoughtfully wrote the points questions in front of them, so that they could think about these ten math problems even in the twitching.

It was around 11 o'clock in the evening that the numbness symptoms improved slightly. But Balar was already crying by the math problem in front of him: "What kind of thing is written? I haven't even learned addition. Brother, have you solved it?"

Ural's eyes were straight at the ten math problems, and the corners of his mouth were flowing like a demented person. Balar's words pulled him back from his loss of consciousness. He grabbed his head in pain and shook it left and right, and then clicked up and down:

"I don't understand at all. But this is a great opportunity for us to change careers. I have to solve it even if I try my best. Balar, don't be idle either. Review the basics of the teacher and come and help me."

"Brother, I think I'd better forget it." Balar cried, "The students and teachers in this academy are not normal people!"

Ural shook his head, cheered up, and stared at the math problem on the ground: "No, the only ones with a problem with the engineering school should be the students and this math teacher. The soldier who sent us also said that the Alchemy Academy is very unfriendly to the engineering school, so it should be normal people there. As long as we successfully enter the school, we will escape the sea of ​​suffering."

"Can it really go so smoothly? The teacher also said that he would do this question every day after entering school..."

Balar muttered in a low voice. Suddenly, he noticed something, shook his nose and sniffed it carefully: "Brother, do you smell any burnt smell?"

"The smell of burnt?" Ural looked up and looked around for a while, but he didn't find anything burning. But the burnt smell became stronger and stronger. He couldn't help but walk out of the door and saw thick smoke emitting from a teaching building window, and there was a faint fire inside.

"Oh no, it's the school building in the north, the campus of Alchemy! The Alchemy Academy caught fire!"

"So lively?" Baral then poked his head out, "There are chairs and wine inside. Do I want me to go out and buy some wine and food?"

Ural was so angry that he gave Balar a headache: "Idiot! Is this time to watch the fun? We will have classes there in the future! Go and find someone to put out the fire!"

So the two little thieves rushed out of the school building and ran along the avenue hard while shouting desperately: "Come on fire! Come and put out the fire!"

But contrary to their anxious actions, the teachers and students of the college seemed to be completely unhappy about the fire. Baral and Ural called each other for a long time before a man in a nightgown walked out of the room with sleepy eyes and slowly walked towards the fire school building.

"Are you the only one?" Ural chased after him and shouted, "The alchemy campus is on fire. We need to find someone to move water to put out the fire!"

But I saw the man saying impatiently: "You whisper, it's already, and everyone is sleeping. I just got up and went to the toilet, otherwise I wouldn't come out."

"Are you awake?" Ural yelled in his ear, "It's on fire! House! Alchemy Academy!"

"I know, the Alchemy Academy is on fire. There are 366 fires a year, and everyone is tired of watching it." The man glanced at the school building that was on fire, then yawned, "Just ignite the fire, why are you doing fuss? Freshman? Let's not talk, I'm going back to bed."

Ural stood there stupidly. He found that his brother was right. Whether it was the engineering department or the alchemy department, there was no normal person in the academy at all!

After a long time, he asked, "Balal, how much money do we have?"

Balar took out his purse and looked at it: "There are about seventy Nomismas left."

"The plan has changed, we won't go to school!"

"Brother, are we going back to our old business?"

"What old business is going on again! Sixty-normisma's savings are enough to live alone in the Almani Federation for ten years!" Ural shook his hair with great enthusiasm, "Take this as a cost and buy a batch of cheap sulfonamides on the spot. What kind of alchemist do we change careers and become merchants from today!"

"From tomorrow," Balar corrected seriously, "it's almost twelve o'clock now."

However, the next day, when they slapped the money on the table and shouted that they had changed it to sulfonamide, the merchant behind the table forgot about them with a strange look and pushed the money back.

"This is your first time here to do business," he said. "The merchants who often come here know that Gotland is in urgent need of food now, and the transactions between caravans are basically using food instead of gold coins."

"Really, false?" Ural heard of this kind of thing for the first time. If the merchant said, as the food in Gotland could be used instead of gold coins, then Sweden would have entered a food crisis. But they also saw a large amount of food in the port to be transported out.

"Hey, what do you think? The Swedish king was dragged too long when he went to the East to rob, and when he came back, he had missed the season for sowing. After Gotland flourished, the food needed increased greatly. The Hero King urged several times to transport food to Wenlan. If the caravans who were traveling with food brought by, even if they had gold coins on their hands, we would have gone hungry."

"So that's it. It's really the first time we've come here to do business." Ural said, "But gold coins should be available, right? There's no rule that you can only exchange food, right?"

"Other goods are OK, but only sulfonamides are not. Caravans that are not licensed by the King of Sweden, and they cannot buy sulfonamides in Gotland. In the words of the King of Sweden, sulfonamides are drugs that cure diseases and save lives, not commodities with high profits."

Ural distributed a few gold coins and pushed them in the direction of the merchant: "Can you give me some convenience and sell us a small batch in private?"

"It's not that I won't sell it. The port is now very strict. Even if I sell it to you, you will not be able to bring sulfonamide out of Gotland. After tracing it, I will be deported. If you just want to do business, I suggest you buy some other goods."

Ural frowned. He bought sulfamide from Gotland and then went to Tianfang Empire to sell it. This is the most profitable trade route. If it were any other product, it would be easier to make money.

“So how can I get a license to purchase sulfonamide?”
Chapter completed!