Chapter 269: Chapter 269: Cashing In on Wisdom

Grand Magician Drinkwater’s livestream for today had ended.

But his story was only just beginning to spread.

In just one hour, sales had already hit 170,000.

1.7 million gold coins deposited into his account.

Just compare it to the auction from a while back, and you’d realize what an absolutely massive sum this was.

At minimum, it could buy one portion of the Spring of Life that extended someone’s lifespan.

And this was only the first hour.

All over the Magic Net—Magic Space, Magic Net News, Magic Net Videos, chat groups—everywhere, people were discussing this.

"Oh my god! Everyone says teaching is like a goldmine, but I never imagined it could be worth this much!"

"Knowledge really is priceless."

"This is just one hour—how much is he gonna make in the future?!"

"Watching this makes me want to sell courses too!"

"You? A mid-level magician—who’s gonna buy your courses?!"

"Sure, it’s hard for mid-level magicians to compete, but I’m the vice president of the Church of Creation Association! Many noble and royal palaces were built by me. I refuse to believe that across the entire Magic Net, there aren’t craftsmen who want to improve themselves!"

"Hahaha, now that you mention it, my alchemy and my wife’s druid skills—seems like we could both create some courses!"

"See, as long as you open up your thinking, opportunities to make money are everywhere. Thank you, God of Technology!!!"

One hour. A million gold coins. These numbers were stimulating almost everyone.

They knew their fame couldn’t match Grand Magician Drinkwater’s—they definitely couldn’t achieve such terrifying sales. But even just a little bit would still make money!

Forget a million gold coins—even ten thousand, even one thousand gold coins was already enough to tempt countless people.

City of Gold.

On the terrace of the castellan’s manor.

Legendary Druid Master Wrathwind watched the news on the Magic Net, his eyes flickering repeatedly.

Who was he?

A legendary Druid!

The world’s strongest Druid!

The entire elf race had lived in his shadow for the past thousand years, never mind other races!

Although in recent years he’d been hiding out to avoid gambling debts and rarely showed his face, his reputation among Druids was still absolutely deafening.

"If I also recorded some courses..." Master Wrathwind was muttering to himself when suddenly, the Magic Net vibrated.

A message came from someone marked as the Grand Elder of the Elves: "Did you see what happened on the Magic Net? That old guy Drinkwater actually packaged up all the low-level magic and sold it for just 10 gold coins. If nothing unexpected happens, before long, the number of ordinary magicians on the continent will skyrocket."

"As elves, as believers of the God of Nature, as Druids, we can’t just do nothing and watch them grow bigger and stronger."

"You’re the strongest among Druids. The Council of Elders’ intention is for you to create some Druid courses. We’ll help with promotion on our end, trying to keep the number of magicians and Druids balanced as much as possible."

"Of course, the profits would definitely be yours. We elves won’t embezzle such a small amount of your money. However, I hope you can repay my gambling debt soon—it’s been many years already. As for debts to other people, I don’t care about those. You handle them yourself."

The Grand Elder’s words really moved Master Wrathwind. The discord between Druids and magicians went back many, many years—so far back that everyone had almost forgotten why. They only knew that from that point on, Druids were no longer magicians who specialized in life magic and potion-making.

Grand Magician Drinkwater’s actions this time would inevitably cause the number of magicians to surge, even cause some low-level magicians to rapidly advance.

How could the Druids, who’d been secretly competing all these years, possibly accept that?

Even someone like Master Wrathwind, once some youthful memories were stirred up, wanted to compete.

But when he saw that last sentence, he swallowed his words.

Honestly, if he really wanted to repay his gambling debts, as the continent’s number one Druid, he could handle it easily. But he just wasn’t satisfied—he was really unhappy about that day’s gambling match. He simply didn’t want to pay it back, which is why he’d been living in hiding all these years, refusing to go back no matter what...

"Man, this is tough. Should I work or not?"

Master Wrathwind leaned back in his chair, looking at the ocean. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit him: "Wait a minute—I’m teaching Druid skills, I’m selling courses, I’m making money. What does that have to do with repaying gambling debts? I’m just not paying. What can they do? As long as I don’t expose where I am, right?"

"Worst case, I’ll just keep moving. I’ll let them know I have plenty of money—I’m just not paying! That’ll piss them off!"

At this thought, Master Wrathwind instantly perked up. He vanished from the spot, reappearing in a mountain forest not far away.

Druid skills were easier to demonstrate in a place like this.

City of Alchemy, Alchemy Guild.

The Alchemy Guild President, who was preparing for the Continental Alchemy Competition, looked at the news on the Magic Net, his expression becoming even more animated.

"As expected, this world never lacks people with wisdom. Master Drinkwater, I’ve learned something. Next time you come to me to craft a magical creation, I’ll give you a 10% discount."

Originally, his purpose in holding the alchemy competition was to get more people to focus on the Alchemy Guild. That way they could broadly promote magical creations produced by the guild, especially things made by apprentices. At the same time, it would raise the reputation of some alchemists, making it easier for them to get orders.

He never expected someone to open the door to a new era now!

Having the champion start teaching courses afterward—wouldn’t that be perfect?!

What did alchemists do?

Magical creations! Potions! All kinds of products that could assist magicians—all were things alchemists would create. Especially magical creations, which were practically one-of-a-kind.

Precisely because of this, almost all magicians, once they reached a certain level, would learn at least a little to prepare for emergencies or to craft the most suitable magical creations for themselves.

Also, as president of the Alchemy Guild, he clearly knew one thing: alchemists across different regions varied wildly in quality. Big con artists frequently appeared—something worth 20 gold coins, they’d trick some magician into buying for 200, even 300 gold coins. He’d thought about solving this problem but never had an effective method.

Many magicians suffered from this exact issue. But what if they also mastered some foundational knowledge?

Would they still be easily deceived?

Against this backdrop, most magicians needed to master at least some alchemy-related knowledge. If they wanted to sell courses, it seemed like it would be pretty easy.

"Wait, I could also specifically sell a course on how to tell if you’re getting ripped off. That would probably be even more popular! I could even release it right now and drop it at every competition to test the response."

The Alchemy Guild President instantly got excited.

At almost the same moment, in the divine realm, the Goddess of Magic’s expression changed slightly.

"What’s wrong?" Ren was a bit confused.