Heart of the Castle

Chapter 720 Extortion and Extortion Double Butlers

Cardinal St. Nemok exhausted all the debating skills he had learned since he believed in the Lord of Light, Flandara, at the age of five, before he could barely persuade the two "enthusiastic" people to get rid of being sent to the Temple of the Earth to be a full body Check out Fate in detail.When Mr. Dish finally nodded slightly with a worried expression, the Cardinal almost had the urge to shed tears.

"However, your complexion is still not very pretty." Bamilian, the head of the court, sighed, and then suggested, "How about a cup of Yahan tea mixed with brandy and saffron? It tastes delicious with a plate Crunchy little walnuts, maybe this is good for soothing your mood?"

That doesn't sound like a bad idea.Cardinal St. Nemok also wanted to find some time to have a private conversation with these two prominent ministers in the Kingdom of Arthur, so he nodded happily, "Thank you very much, Lord Bamilian."

Guided by a team of servants, they climbed up the spiraling steps to the main building of the Green Castle, then passed through a deep corridor and a row of narrow high windows, followed by a semi-open suspended stone bridge, when finally at the top of a high tower When he found a seat under the spire, Cardinal St. Nemok was already a little breathless and preoccupied. He didn't even nod his head as usual when the servants brought a set of tea sets and some dried fruits.

Bamilian, the head of the court, waved the servants to leave, then lightly set up silver teacups in front of the three of them, put tea leaves and saffron in them, poured an appropriate amount of blue wine into a crystal flask, and poured the just Pour boiling milk into a cup.

The mellow aroma of milk, the fragrance of tea leaves, and the fruity aroma of high-quality brandy immediately filled the small space in the tower. Cardinal St. Nemok came back to his senses, gave a soft compliment, and then took a sip from his teacup.His tongue was already prepared for a bitter or pungent taste, but the degree of bitterness was far beyond his expectation, numb from the tip of his tongue to the root of his tongue, and even his throat could feel that unspeakable bitterness.

Cardinal St. Nemok did not spit out the liquid in his mouth because of the polite habits he had developed over the years, but swallowed it with great effort, but the bitterness turned into a mouthful of sweetness in the blink of an eye.A ray of coolness penetrates directly into the brain, sweeping away the boredom, sorrow and sleepiness of these days.

"My lord of glory, this is... an elf meditation potion made with moonlight dew and magic grass essence as the main raw materials?"

"Oh, Cardinal, you are no stranger to alchemy." Mr. Dish replied with a smile, took a sip from the silver cup in front of him, and then closed his eyes to enjoy the wonderful feeling of the bitterness turning into sweetness, "But I prefer to call this drink Mermaid's Tears, a brandy brewed from an elf recipe."

Cardinal St. Nemok stared at the long-necked crystal bottle with a little awe, especially the half-bottle of flawless sapphire liquid contained in the long-necked bottle.Elven Meditation Potion is a precious high-level alchemy potion. This preciousness is not only reflected in the material, but usually only masters of natural alchemy can make it, and the probability of success and failure is about 1:2.Among the human kingdoms, apart from the mysterious mermaid hotel in Fermeyer, the glorious capital of the Kingdom of Arthur, which supplies a small amount of this precious drink every day, I have never heard of a stable supply there.

Due to the miraculous effect of elf meditation potions on stabilizing the mind, concentrating energy, and restoring fatigue, the high-ranking priests of the Glorious Cathedral often change into secular clothes, line up at the entrance of the Mermaid Hotel to buy them, and then hand them over to the Holy Mountain together. The amount of such medicines turned in was even once used as an important indicator for evaluating the performance of the Philmeyer parish.After Firmeyer fell into the hands of the devil, the Glory Temple regarded the accumulated mermaid tears as treasures. At the level of Cardinal St. Nemok, only a very small number of them were obtained when performing tasks. One portion, contained in a small sacred alchemy silver flat bottle, hung on the waist as a treasure.

Seeing the elf meditation potion in the long-necked crystal bottle enough to fill twenty flat bottles like this, Cardinal St. Nemok even had the urge to snatch the bottle away regardless of his status.Fortunately, his self-control is not bad. Taking another sip of the milk tea in the cup to stabilize his mind, he quickly cleared his mind.

"Master Frederick, Chief of Bamilian, both are important ministers of the Kingdom of Arthur, and have a strong influence in determining the future direction of the country..." Cardinal St. Nemok began with some blunt compliments, Although he has undertaken several missions on behalf of the Glory Temple to other human kingdoms, no matter whether it is the king, queen or high-ranking officials, he is the one who is complimented when they meet.Therefore, a short compliment made him stutter and fail to express his words, and the fat face of the palace steward Bamilian could still show an expression of all ears, but Mr. Dish had to raise his glass repeatedly. Tea's movements concealed a smile.

This method of concealment proved to be dangerous. When Cardinal St. Nemok complimented that "he will live forever and be remembered by future generations", Mr. Dish was touched by the words like a eulogy. The nerves of laughter spit out a mouthful of milk tea in one gulp, then coughed and patted the table to laugh wildly.

St. Nemok Cardinal stopped a little at a loss, his eyes were full of bewilderment, while the Bamilian Chancellor looked a little sad, and even took out a clean white handkerchief sprinkled with perfume from his arms to wipe the corners of his eyes. "Master Frederick, although I bid farewell to my lifeblood very early, the Bamilian family will not break the inheritance because of this. In this way, is there anything inappropriate for Zebei's descendants?"

The eunuch's questioning was indeed justified, but the sad tone had a very funny effect. Mr. Dish's wild laughter was almost unstoppable, until the old magician himself couldn't bear it, he raised his trembling right hand and snapped his fingers, a mass of pure white And the soft light immediately enveloped his body, while recovering his physical strength, all negative effects were also removed.

The display of this healing spell made Cardinal St. Nemok’s eyes twitch. It’s not that the effect of the magic spell is so magical. The secondary healing spell is a fifth-level light magic spell, and even a bishop who can preside over a diocese can do it. cast out.However, the biggest difference between divine spells and magic lies in the way they are cast. The basic components of magic include incantations, gestures, and spell-casting materials. The offerings are replaced by the same.However, powerful spellcasters can avoid these basic components through various means, such as fixed-cast spells without gestures, silent spells without spells, spell-free spells without casting materials, and instant spells that do not require any of the three. send.

However, these methods cannot be applied to divine arts at all. For example, the secondary healing art of the fifth ring requires the clergy to chant prayers to the gods they believe in for up to 20 seconds, and neither the sound nor the tune can be performed. Compression and modification, even if Cardinal St. Nemok performed this secondary healing technique himself.Compared with ordinary bishops who can only barely touch the fifth-level magic, Cardinal St. Nemok can triple the healing effect of the secondary healing spell, but he can't save even a second of prayer time.

Instant spells like instant magic?Except that His Majesty the Pope was able to do it after performing the divine presence technique, Cardinal St. Nemok had never seen such a miracle.

Moreover, this ball of white light is by no means a magic or supernatural power with a healing effect. Although the sacred aura emanating from it is not strong, it is clearly perceived by Cardinal St. Nemok.

"Blessings of the true God." St. Nemok Cardinal muttered in his throat, and then raised his eyes to look at Mr. Dish, whose shoulders trembled from time to time even though he stopped laughing, and the tears that did not know whether they were real or not were shining in the corners of his eyes. Bamilian, the head of the court, nodded.

"You two important ministers of the kingdom, I'm sorry for my inappropriate remarks just now." Cardinal St. Nemok said sincerely, and at the same time found that the unpleasantness caused by lowering his head was far lower than he expected, "But Please let us forget for a moment this small discomfort, for any disagreements and grievances are nothing compared to what I am about to say."

"I'm probably the only one who is unhappy." Bamilian, the court chief, put away his handkerchief, got up to fill the three teacups with milk tea, and poured a few drops of Mermaid's Tears on each of them. "Our master alchemist was amused by you, and his face washed away the worries and haze of the past few days."

"It turns out that Master Frederick is not only a great magister, but also a master of alchemy?" Cardinal St. Nemok was shocked by the tone of the court steward, and his right hand holding the teacup even With a slight shake, a few drops of milk tea splashed out of the cup.

"Of course, by the gods, I dare to use me..." Bamilian, the chief of the court, hadn't finished speaking when Mr. Dish, who was familiar with what eunuchs used to swear, interrupted it with a loud cough, "Bamilian Manager Yang, I am very glad that you have placed your trust in my professional ability, but I am afraid that I am not a true master of alchemy, because I have not received the study of the alchemy system. The name should still be blank."

"But this does not mean that your level is inferior to any alchemy master today, or that in front of that great work, all the alchemy items created by the masters in the past are dwarfed!" Director Bamilian waved his hands excitedly , as if using this method can strengthen your persuasiveness very well.

"Calm down, Boss Bamilian, that piece of work is not finished yet, we lack a lot of key materials." Mr. Dish tapped the table twice with his fingers, and then expressed surprise on his face in a slightly apologetic tone The cardinal with an expression said, "I'm sorry, Chief Bamilian is always so straightforward in front of his truly respected guests, trying to show you every little bit of achievement."

Cardinal St. Nemok nodded stiffly, as if agreeing, but his heart seemed to blow like a roar from an active volcano, "My lord of glory, I dare to bet the entire abyss and hell that this The eunuch with a sincere smile is definitely a first-class politician! For a small concession, we argued at the negotiating table for three full days!"

Mr. Dish easily noticed the howling storm in the cardinal's eyes, and an imperceptible smile appeared on the face of the old magician. Then he took out his beloved meerschaum pipe from his arms and filled it with tobacco leaves. , while winking at the Bamilian manager.

"Respected Cardinal St. Nemok," the court steward stood up and filled the three teacups again, "Although I don't know much about alchemy, mermaid tears can help calm people down, and Yahan tea bricks can help you calm down." It can effectively lift your spirits, you must be feeling better than before, right?"

"Of course, thank you two for your generous hospitality. I'm much better now." Cardinal St. Nemok replied with a serious expression. At the same time, he temporarily remembered the information that made him fluctuate in his heart. , "My lords, are you aware that the Ridge and the Radiant Mission have gone and returned?"

"I didn't know it at first. After all, the sleepless eyes can't see things above a thousand meters. I just received the emergency communication from the elves and saw the appearance of the Rimang. I guessed it." Some." A pity expression appeared on the face of the court chief, "My lord cardinal, the mission was attacked by demons on the way back, right?"

Cardinal St. Nemok had to do his best to control his emotions before he nodded in agreement with the eunuch's apparently perfunctory conclusion, "That's right, Mr. Bamilyan, but it wasn't just the Rimang that suffered serious damage. It was due to the attack of demons, but a death knight riding a bone dragon, I doubt very much that he is the last trump card of the council of the dead—Upondra, the catastrophe of doom."

This name almost made Chief Bamilian smile that he shouldn't have. He relied on the unique skills he had practiced in serving the three generations of kings of the Kingdom of Arthur for decades, and when the smile was about to climb to the corner of his mouth, he abruptly reversed it. There is no flaw in the astonishment. "My merciful Father God, please save us! Sue the dead... have they already entwined with the demons of the abyss?"

The steward's acting was absolutely brilliant, his voice high-pitched, shrill, and frightened, almost like a wild cat whose tail has been trampled on, while his face was able to fade from blush to pale as milk.A glint of admiration and helplessness flashed in Mr. Dish's eyes. He put the pipe next to the candlestick and lit it, and then took a deep breath. When he exhaled, the dense smoke blurred his expression.

Cardinal St. Nemok was satisfied that the news he said could shock the fat steward opposite, and the master alchemist seemed a little uneasy.He took a sip of the milk tea with the tears of the mermaid, waited for the other party to digest the shock brought by the news, and then continued to say, "Not only that, after all, with the help of the Elf King Court, Guang Yao Finally, the mission did not suffer any severe trauma, and the Rimang could barely support the journey back to the holy mountain, but we did not do so, what is the reason?"

"Because the weather is not very good." Mr. Dish exhaled a puff of white smoke, and then took the pipe away from his mouth, "With all due respect, Cardinal St. I'm afraid the state can't bear the attack of a storm at all, if you want to return to the holy mountain, you'd better pray that there is a more perfect emergency landing place than the port of the Greencastle airship on the way."

Cardinal St. Nemok at least knew how to blush, and his voice stammered, "I...ah, will there be a storm on the way to the holy mountain? I don't know...Master Frederick, I really don't know."

"Does that mean there is something wrong with the weather forecaster on the Riman?" Mr. Dish's expression is like an alchemy authority evaluating the poor work of the little apprentice, every white beard is full of disapproval, " It's hard to imagine that the weather forecaster is one of the necessary instruments for the alchemy flying ship. I thought only the blind nuns of the Red Moon Church would dare to make such a stupid trick. We should really thank the Lord of Radiance, Flandara, for his protection!"

Cardinal St. Nemok showed a rare expression of embarrassment and resentment. Since he took the position of cardinal, he has not received such straightforward criticism for at least five years, even if the criticism is aimed at the Shining Mission rather than He was just as embarrassing personally.

"Master Frederick, there is no way to do this. The weather forecaster on the Rimang is an ancient alchemy device whose manufacturing and repair techniques have been lost. Alchemists have no way to restore it..."

In fact, not only was it not repaired, the alchemy "masters" cultivated by the Guangyao Temple themselves couldn't even disassemble the broken instruments on the flying ship. They could only install some similar functions nearby, but the effect was not as good as the original one. Replaced by incomparable alchemy equipment.

"It's not that it can't be repaired, but it's just that the alchemists of the Radiant Temple can't repair it." Bamilyan, the court chief, said again, and at the same time secretly felt sad for the reckless role he played today, "My lord Cardinal St. Nemok, the real Alchemy masters are not difficult to repair damaged alchemy equipment."

"Is that so? Master Frederick?" At that moment, Cardinal St. Nemok's eyes flashed a strong light that made people dare not look at him. Burning from his chest, "Can you repair the Rimang? If that's the case, the Temple of Radiance can pay any price in exchange for three large airships soaring above the sky again!"

(End of this chapter)