"Has the situation in Tethyr become so bad now that all the noble lords are fighting for and eyeing the throne? If I remember correctly, isn't there a nominal queen?" Zuo Si asked with interest, stroking his chin.
As a country with two great rivers running through it and fertile alluvial plains almost entirely to the south of the Vortex Mountains, the Kingdom of Tethyr is definitely outstanding in terms of agricultural and animal husbandry output.
Even the lowest-level peasants, as long as they are not robbed by monsters and other lords, can feed their entire family through hard farming.
In addition, it has two natural harbors, Mailatma and Zazesipur, which are close to the tropics, so both fishing and commerce are quite developed.
Since gaining independence from the Shah Dynasty, there has been almost no famine.
Its superior geographical location is simply a gift from God.
Normally, a country like this should have its "stability" at the highest level.
Sadly, ever since the beginning of the Black Ten of Eli in the Year of the Bright Blade (1347 DR), when Tethyr Castle was razed to the ground by flames and the last king of Tethyr, Allemand IV, died in the fire, the country has been torn apart.
Conspiracy, war and annexation among noble lords have become the main theme in the past decade or so.
All families participating in this game have only one goal, which is to defeat all competitors and become the new royal family of the country.
As a local, Jeffrey obviously knew more about the situation in the Kingdom of Tethyr than Zuo Si, who had only heard about it from hearsay. He sneered and explained, "Queen? If you mean the poor little thing imprisoned in the castle, she is now more like a trophy than the monarch of this country."
"The spoils?"
Zuo Si showed a very surprised expression.
He originally thought that this "Her Majesty the Queen" should at least be a puppet.
But who would have known that he would end up being worse than a puppet.
"Yes! The spoils of war!"
Jeffrey nodded seriously.
"Whichever family ultimately wins this protracted war will select a male heir to marry the queen and thus gain the right to rule "legitimately and legally".
And the children they give birth to will inevitably become the masters of the new dynasty of the entire country.
But none of this has anything to do with mages like you and me.
We seek arcane power, eternal life and endless knowledge.
Let those foolish nobles fight to the death over these worldly rights and grievances."
"That's true."
Zuo Sishen agreed, and at the same time took out a notebook full of techniques and experiences on making iron golems, flesh golems, various constructs and undead creatures from his bag, and handed it to the other party directly.
He had already learned and mastered all the notes that he had found in the upper area of the floating city's tower.
Now it has been translated into the common surface language of the continent of Faerun and is being traded with the sole intention of making good use of waste.
However, something that is worthless to Zuo Si does not mean it is worthless in the eyes of others.
After receiving the notes, the old wizard Jeffrey immediately opened them and read them impatiently.
When he read about how to create complex and powerful constructs and undead creatures, he began to tremble with excitement.
After all, the author of this notebook is the Archnecromancer Asta.
Calculated based on Feren's spellcasting level, even if he is not a legendary wizard, he is not far off.
After more than ten minutes, Jeffrey finally recovered from his ecstasy. He raised his head and said sincerely, "Thank you, Soth. If it weren't for you, I would have stopped here for the rest of my life. But this notebook has opened a new window for me. Now, I have the inspiration to get rid of this aging body."
"Are you trying to transform yourself into a half-golem?"
Zuo Si saw through the old wizard's thoughts almost at a glance.
"Any questions?" Jeffrey asked in an uncertain tone.
Zuo Si shrugged and explained, "The biggest problem with transforming your body into a half-golem is that the more parts you transform, the greater the impact on your brain's intelligence.
I have seen some powerful spellcasters who were afraid of death, and in the end they were transformed into idiots with no intelligence, or madmen who were filled with uncontrollable rage.
Rather than living in such humiliation, it would be better to die early.
If you really want to achieve immortality, I personally recommend that you transform into a lich or a vampire."
Hearing this, Jeffrey immediately revealed a bitter smile: "If I had all the knowledge on how to transform a lich, there would be no need to delay it until now."
Zuo Si took a step forward and whispered two words into the old wizard's ear: "I have it!"
moment!
Jeffrey's face and eyes changed, becoming full of fanaticism and desire, and a dangerous aura emanated from his whole body.
But when he saw the huge steel golem, he immediately felt like a bucket of ice water was poured over his boiling greed. He regained his calm and rationality almost instantly, licking his dry lips and tentatively asked: "What do I need to pay to get this knowledge?"
"It's very simple! I can help you transform into a lich, but as a price, you must hand over your life box and serve me for at least a hundred years." Zuo Si calmly put forward the conditions.
As a planeswalker, he is extremely sensitive to life and energy.
It can be sensed that the old wizard in front of him is nearing the end of his life and probably doesn't have much time left.
It is precisely because of this that the other party is so eager to find a way to escape death.
"Hand over the phylactery?!"
Jeffrey's heart was beating violently and his eyes were full of struggle.
For a lich, the phylactery is the container that holds his soul.
If you give your life box to someone else for safekeeping, it is equivalent to entrusting your life to that person.
If the holder harbors even the slightest bit of malice and destroys the life box, the so-called immortal lich will instantly disappear from the world forever.
But the problem is that among all the people Jeffrey knows now, only this boy who looks only about ten years old has clearly stated that he has the complete set of rituals to transform into a lich.
If you miss this opportunity, it will be too late to regret when you are about to die.
Not many mages would be willing to age and die like ordinary people.
They hope to gain infinite lifespan, explore endless dimensions, acquire precious and rare knowledge through various means, and then transform this knowledge into a destructive force.
Zuo Si noticed the old master's conflicting feelings and immediately said meaningfully, "Since you still have a few years, you can take your time to think about it.
Whenever you have thought it through, you can always come to Askatla and contact me through Bernard.
Oh, I almost forgot.
Before leaving Myratma, I would like to purchase a few wands from you, is that okay?"
"Of course no problem. I will go to the warehouse on the first basement level now to see what other wands are available for you to choose from."
After saying that, Jeffrey, who was in a confused state, put one hand on his chest, saluted, turned around quickly and walked out of the workshop.
However, Zuo Si obviously noticed that he used the honorific "you" at the last moment.
This also means that the old wizard has actually surrendered subconsciously.
But I still have a certain sense of luck and want to delay some time to see if I can get something good that will fall from the sky.
After Jeffrey was completely gone, Zuo Si took out a blank card and directly turned the huge iron golem into a creature card of his own planeswalker class.
It is also the only LV6 card in hand.
Thanks to the previous massacre of the monster army, he obtained a lot of mana.
In addition, there is the middle-aged red dragon Beltogas and six members of the Dragon Cult with high spellcasting levels.
It is enough to upgrade the Planeswalker class from LV5 to LV6.
(End of this chapter)