People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

So to say which knight as the "body" is still alive, this kind of unrealistic thing is too idealized, and it is impossible for anyone to bother about such a trivial matter.

"He shouldn't have."

"But this is the war of actions. It's very unkind, but if he can be stronger, then he won't die, and things may not be so bad."

"Inhumane and cold-blooded speech, but I can't deny it."

Silvia understood what the two of them meant, but Agnes and the others behind them cast doubtful glances at her.

"(Miss Sylvia, what are they talking about...about what?)"

Helplessly looking at this curious red-haired nun, Sylvia did not intend to hide it. After all, they are also magicians who are about to go to the battlefield. It is not a bad thing to get used to such things early. After all, this incident will definitely exist. sacrifice.

National turmoil and world wars are no longer a situation where Sigurd alone can control the life and death of all participants at will.

"(Look at the left ring finger of that corpse...)"

Agnes poked her head out cautiously. Although she knew that Sigurd didn't mind her checking the corpse, such an abrupt approach in the current atmosphere still made it difficult for Agnes to adapt.

Agnes watched quietly, and she saw a silver ring on the left ring finger of the corpse. From the fact that the size completely matched the thickness of the corpse's "changed" finger, it could be seen that the main body of the ring was the original itself. The knight wearing this "armor".

Its overall style is two hands holding a heart, wearing a crown on the heart, the heart in the middle is an emerald, and the center of the crown is a small diamond.

"'Claddagh' is a traditional Irish wedding ring, part of Irish cultural heritage, symbolizing 'love', 'friendship' and 'loyalty'..... .”

The one who spoke was a "custom craftsman" named Marz, obviously he just noticed this before he said what he just said.

"While most men don't wear rings when they get engaged, some people wear them on the ring finger of their left hand."

"This knight should be Scottish, probably the 'bride-to-be' is Irish, the cross-border love is just one step away..."

In other words, this "knight" is a "groom-to-be" who is engaged and will get married soon.

But now, after being treated by the enemy, only this ring and this pair of "armor" are left behind. Apart from the skin and flesh covered by this woman, I am afraid that there is nothing else left .

"It's really an unpleasant day. I should have been drinking wine and watching TV at home at this point..."

Although he was still complaining, a pair of silver pliers appeared in the hand of this "custom craftsman" at some point, which looked like a giant dentist's pliers used to pull out the teeth of beasts.

He roughly inserted the pliers into the cross-section of the corpse, and after clamping something forcefully with both hands, he twisted the giant pliers violently like turning a key.

In this way, the silver pincers were inserted vertically into the flesh and blood of the corpse, and stood quite firmly there.

Maltz walked to the workbench, lit the four old-fashioned kerosene lamps there, and added four kinds of powders of red, blue, green and light yellow to the kerosene.

Although powders of different colors were put in, the flickering flames in the four old kerosene lamps turned pale in unison and synchronously, and the grayish-white tone enveloped this not-so-spacious "workroom".

Even if everyone at the scene understands that this is the application of a Christian formula, but rather than "sacred", this grayish-white tone is more likely to be "horror" or "depression".

"Mercenary, what do you think of this incident?"

"As the queen, Elisa should have foreseen it long ago. This action was supposed to be a plan to lure and eliminate the unstable factors in Britain, and take the opportunity to replace the 'trash nobles'."

"So, I don't like things like 'state affairs'."

Maltz picked up a container like an evaporating dish, cut his finger and dripped blood into it.

The moment there were only a few drops of blood that fell into the container, it turned into a light-colored solution with a faint smell of alcohol.

"It's just that Elisa probably didn't expect that the capital would be attacked by someone. Maybe Laura's bitch was also taken aback by things like house theft?"

"The head of the Knights went to Northern Ireland to suppress the chaos. The main force of the 'Church of Necessary Evil' assisted in defending the northern fortress of Northern Ireland. In addition, the northern fortress in the direction of Scotland, Flail Harbor, was also attacked. Play it safe over there, this United Kingdom is falling apart."

Complaining so, Maltz put a sheepskin scroll beside his body, then stepped back a few steps and held up the container containing the solution in his hand.

Ding, a crisp sound sounded.

Maltz touched the handle of the silver pliers with the container filled with "God's Blood".

"nailed it."

soon--

Boom! !In an instant, the corpse emitted light.

The blue-white light diffused from the knife to the entire paper mold, and there was something similar to a blueprint floating on the paper mold.

There are also densely packed characters with a size of five millimeters, which are similar to magic circles.

In order to completely disguise himself as another person from the "physical" to "magical" levels, the other party actually embedded such precise and detailed magic marks on his body.

"It's Nordic technology."

"That's right. This guy is highly accomplished as a 'spiritualist', so once she professionally interferes with something she made, that thing will become unusable..."

Maltz pulled out the silver pliers, checked the marks on them, and finally came to a conclusion.

"But they all turned into corpses anyway, so it doesn't matter. The spell to kill her was taken from the 'Piercing Lord', which happened to 'penetrate' the 'self-destruct spell' on this guy, so I Only in this way can we easily decipher something deeper.”

Malz looked at Sigurd.

"This is the technique used by the 'black dwarf' to create the 'human body structure'... No, Celtic things are also mixed in."

"Tsk. That idiot, it's disgusting to mix my things with that bastard?"

"Don't complain, it's not uncommon to combine the two from the starting point of 'creating human body results', but the extent to which it can be achieved depends entirely on the technique of the implementer."

Maltz looked at Othinus, and then at Sigurd. He didn't quite understand what the two were talking about, but he still faithfully performed his duties as a "spiritual outfit craftsman".

"There are roughly three spells on this guy. One is the spirit seance that distorts self-existence at the level of 'magic'. This one should be her own spell..."

After picking up the parchment on the ground and glanced at it, Marz handed the analyzed content to Sigurd.

"And then there's the story of the Nordic 'black dwarf' who made blonde hair for the goddess Sif..."

Sif is the goddess of land and harvest in Norse mythology, the strongest warrior of the Aesir, and the wife of Thor, the god of thunder.

She has beautiful blond hair that falls from her crown to her feet.

But one day, Loki, the god of fire, cut her hair off as a prank while she was sleeping. Sif was miserable and Thor was very angry.

Since then, the world has been in chaos, and there is no peace.

In order to appease Thor's anger, Loki asked the dwarf "Dvalin" to make up a golden hair with gold wire.

"And the other is the 'danu' king of the gods worshiped by the ancient Celts. The Celtic deity who is often called 'nuadhaairgetlam'."

Nuada, the king of the Danu protoss, is also a military god who holds the sword of victory "Claimhsolais".

At that time, he was not an "agateram".

However, when he led his men to attack Ireland, he was wounded and lost his right arm due to fighting with the local gods.

Nuada was forced to abdicate the throne because of that injury, so the God of Medicine forged a silver arm for the one-armed former king.

"A spell based on the God-King attacking Ireland was used on a knight wearing a traditional Irish ring. Although I know the enemy didn't do it on purpose, there is an unknown fire for no reason... "

Maltz looked at Sigurd and then at Othinus.

"Anyone is welcome, how about the reward for doing me a favor and analyzing the spell on this guy?"

"Usually I would pretend I didn't hear it, but today is an exception."

"I don't mind asking God for rewards, if it was in the past, I would not mind sending down some interesting divine punishments, but today is an exception."

The tone of the golden mercenary is surprisingly consistent with that of the Nordic witch.

"Singing, dancing, performing martial arts, praying, petitioning, almsgiving, giving. Today I made an exception to skip these tedious and boring steps that are not new. Human beings, we, the Nordic god kings, will listen to your wishes and give them the right to fulfill them. "

Looking at the Nordic witch who made such an announcement, Maltz did not react.

Probably really a little angry, so the words and sentences are much more "rough" than before.

"No matter which bastard is behind this incident, please at least make this bastard regret that he set foot on this land."

"A reasonable proposal."

"I declare in the name of the Nordic God King, I accept your wish."

And at the same time as the two announced so, in a cabin somewhere in the United Kingdom, a black-skinned girl with silver hair tied into two braids was lying on a black girl with great interest. on a cylindrical object.

"Did you hear that? 'I declare in the name of the Norse God-King' eh? Let me just say that my judgment is not wrong?"

It swayed a little, this is probably the response of the cylindrical object to the girl on him.

Wearing a pair of red-rimmed glasses and naked upper body, it is clearly autumn and the weather is getting cooler, but he still only wears a pair of suspenders all over his body.

She lay on something in the shape of a cylinder, and sat up straight as if feeling a little uncomfortable. From the large pocket on his abdomen, a neat row of "golden tools" could be clearly seen.

The tools include small hammers, sledgehammers, hand saws, fire chopsticks, etc., which seem to be used by "forgers", but they are all "gold" products. Compared with the category of practical tools, the first reaction is more Like decorations.

"Sigurd and Othinus. That's right, that makes sense, doesn't it? Obviously I've been working hard, obviously I always feel that I'm one step away, obviously it's there but I just can't find it. Doesn't this explain everything?"

"—?"

Something in the shape of a cylinder uttered a series of syllables with unknown meanings. Although I don't know what it said, judging from the ups and downs of the tone, it should be asking something to the silver-haired black-skinned girl.

"No, we can't show up now. Now they probably will kill us without hesitation when they see us? With our strength, it would be very difficult to fight against the elite of the 'Knight Faction'. Although the 'materials' are sufficient, We can't go too far."

"—"

"That's right, we can't completely oppose the 'Nordic God King'. What we want is just an 'opportunity', but obviously, it's not the time yet. Whether it's timing, or my technology, or 'results' They are still far from reaching the level of negotiating with those two."

Saying so, the silver-haired girl supported the remaining cylindrical object with both hands and jumped down.

Jumping to the old desk, he picked up a sheepskin scroll that was obviously damaged due to the baptism of years.

"Yes, it's still a bit worse. As long as I can come up with a sincere enough 'meeting ceremony', then they will listen to my 'wish'..."

Put the sheepskin roll in your hand into the large pocket of the suspenders.

"Singing, dancing, performing martial arts, praying, petitioning, giving, offering. That's right, the relationship between humans and gods is like this, but it is much easier for both parties."

As if agreeing with the girl's words, the black-gray cylinder swayed and made a "creaking" sound on the old wooden floor, which made people feel uneasy.

"Humans should not fight with gods. Humans should negotiate with gods to eliminate disasters, treat epidemics, and relieve crises. Human beings cannot defeat gods. But perhaps they can pray to gods to deviate from the track a little bit and cooperate with people's requests to realize people's wishes."

"—"

"Of course, as long as the 'tribute' is sincere enough, as long as the 'results' are enough for them to ignore. It is precisely for this that I will help that idiot, right?"

"——?——!"

"I know, I don't like that dragging 'conductor' either, but there's no way, we really need his 'information network', otherwise how would I know what kind of treasure to offer to the 'god'?"

Standing at the window and looking into the distance, the silver-haired girl looked at the "Final Barrier of Triple Four Colors" slowly flowing with colorful magic power in the distance.

"The stage is ready, and our work is done. It's time to go home. I've stayed up all night. I'm so sleepy now~ Then, I wish you all a good time~ God-kings of Northern Europe~"