2292 Dark Devil Seed (3)
Sooner or later, she would have to leave and the money she left behind would be spent. At that time, the Puko Alchemist Guild would return to its previous bitter days.
If she wanted to change the situation of alchemists, she could only start from the root.
Shen Yanxiao had been wondering why the dwarves did not give such good treatment to alchemists.
Mengmeng Qi was slightly stupefied. “Are they treated badly? No way. I send a lot of supplies and money every year. The Alchemist Guild has the same amount of money as the Herbalist Guild.” Mengmeng Qi did not feel that alchemists were living a hard life at all. He gave the same money to the two professional guilds, but the herbalists hanging around in front of him were all very rich and did not look abused at all.
“…” Shen Yanxiao was speechless. She finally knew what was going on.
In fact, the kings of the dwarves did not have the idea of curtailing the treatment of alchemists. He treated herbalists and alchemists the same way, but they miscalculated the gap between the two professions.
Shen Yanxiao herself was a little monster with two professions. She knew the gap between herbalists and alchemists very well.
If a herbalist’s potion failed, at most they would scrap some medicinal ingredients and waste some time. Only in a very small number of cases would an explosion occur and destroy some of the apparatus, but explosions in alchemy were very common. Normally, alchemists would scrape a batch of apparatus every few days, which means their expenses were far higher than herbalists. What was more, alchemy required more materials than herbalists needed medicinal ingredients. The sacred tool made by Shen Yanxiao was already the smallest alchemy product, while the huge alchemy products such as mechanical puppets consumed an appalling amount of metal. The consumption between the two sides was completely out of proportion.
Furthermore…
How many herbalists were there? How many alchemists were there?
The number of alchemists far exceeded that of herbalists. The same amount of money was completely different when being split among a hundred people.
Mengmeng Qi was close to herbalists, and the treatment of royal alchemists was different from that of ordinary alchemists, so it gave Mengmeng Qi an illusion that everyone was the same.
Alchemists lived well; they were not short of money!
This illusion caused the Dwarf King to be ignorant of the living conditions of alchemists…
“Mengmeng Qi, do you know the difference between the number of herbalists and alchemists in the Storm Continent? Do you think it’s appropriate for you to give the same amount of money to both sides?” Shen Yanxiao was really speechless. This mistake had been perpetuated for so many years among the dwarves. The difference in treatment between the two professions made alchemists and herbalists disagreeable to each other, intensifying the contradiction between the two professions. What’s worse was that the Dwarf King had no idea!
Shen Yanxiao could not help but wipe a bitter tear for the dwarven alchemists. Their suffering was completely caused by their king.
Shen Yanxiao’s words stunned Mengmeng Qi. He had never thought of this problem.
As the king of the dwarves, how could he not know the gap in quantity between alchemists and herbalists? But he had never linked this gap to funding.
But when Shen Yanxiao said that, Mengmeng Qi realized what a huge mistake he had made.
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