"Praise the great goddess of wealth, Waukeen, and praise the wise and intelligent emperor. May the empire continue to be strong and prosperous forever."

The businessman lowered his head and prayed devoutly.

Because all the subjects of the West Coast Empire knew that their emperor was actually no different from a god and could hear their prayers.

Although he almost never responds, he rarely grants divine powers to certain believers with potential.

Especially the business community, whenever they mention the goddess of wealth Waukeen, they will also mention the Emperor to express their respect and gratitude.

After all, the West Coast Empire is one of the few places where the property and personal safety of merchants can be guaranteed. There is no need to worry that the hard-earned money will be forcibly taken away by dragons, monsters, bandits, cults, etc.

Under the protection of magical mazes and barriers in major cities, any crime will be uncovered as long as someone wants to investigate.

Just as this group of merchants were patrolling the once prosperous city of Sel, a bald, red-robed wizard and his men came towards them.

He first glanced at the fully loaded airship with a very complicated look, then took a deep breath and forced a smile and said, "Everyone, please allow me to welcome you to Cyre on behalf of the parliament. The chiefs have prepared a sumptuous banquet to entertain you, please follow me."

"What's your name?"

The slightly fat merchant was obviously the representative of this merchant group, and he had dealt with the red-robed wizard more than once. He stepped forward and stuffed a small bag into the other's wide sleeves with a very obscure movement.

The red-robed wizard subconsciously pinched it and found that it was a piece of hard stuff. He quickly opened it and took a look, and found that they were all gems worth hundreds of gold coins, more than twenty in total. A hint of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes, and the originally forced smile instantly became natural.

“Hehe, you can just call me Wenceslas.

By the way, the chiefs took this deal very seriously.

Because some very troublesome undead and construct creatures appeared in Sazastan's army.

Not long ago, they captured two cities controlled by the Parliament and a large mining area, causing heavy losses.

The chiefs hope to find something to restrain from your merchandise.

Whoever can come up with a solution will be given the right to purchase five thousand young and strong slaves."

As a group with the least moral principles and bottom line in the entire continent of Faerun, this red-robed wizard demonstrated with practical actions what it means to "whoever gives you milk is your mother."

He revealed the idea of ​​the parliamentary chief to the businessmen without any hesitation.

Anyone who knows anything about business negotiations knows what business people will do when they know you desperately need something.

Raising the price is the least of their worries.

It would not be surprising if the price increased by dozens, or even hundreds of times.

Because this is the nature of capital and businessmen to pursue profit.

What's more, behind this group of merchants stand two giants, the West Coast Empire and the Trade Alliance. Even the red-robed wizards dare not offend them easily.

Without the support of the first two, Sazastan and the parliamentary faction opposing him could not even fight a decent war, let alone maintain the current scale of the war.

So after getting the information he wanted, the fat businessman immediately turned around and exchanged glances with several colleagues, and then completed the communication silently through magic items without speaking.

After doing all this, he smiled and nodded at the red-robed wizard, then followed him straight to the only relatively intact building in the city that had not suffered from the brilliance of war.

That was the Red Robe Wizard Council that symbolized the highest power in Cyre back then, a huge building that looked a bit like a combination of a castle and a wizard tower.

Although the surrounding houses had been turned into rubble by the powerful magic during the mutual raids, this place protected by powerful magic remained unscathed, and a large number of green plants and fragrant flowers could be seen.

When entering, the first thing that catches your eye is a large number of slaves, alien creatures and elite guards.

Even though people outside are living in dire straits and countless civilians are scrambling to flee the country, the quality of life of the red-robed wizard, as the supreme ruler, has not decreased at all.

They still had endless amounts of delicious food, a wide variety of wine and other beverages, and wore enchanted robes of silk or velvet.

As soon as they sit down, servants will come forward to give them massages, pour them tea and water, and even provide special services in public.

Facts have proved that no matter how dilapidated a country is, its upper ruling class will never suffer as much as ordinary people. It may even become a luxury to ensure that they and their families can barely survive.

Of course, this situation occurred entirely because the undead and construct creatures from the West Coast Empire replaced the original inefficient slaves.

The red-robed wizards were surprised to find that without the living people in Sel, the consumption of various resources including food was reduced. All the food, wood, minerals and herbs produced could be exchanged for money, which could then be used to purchase things related to magic and war.

In other words, the money in their hands not only did not decrease, but increased.

Because Searle has changed from the original coexistence of production and consumption to a pure agricultural and mineral producer.

Even if there was consumption, it was only to satisfy the desires of a small group of people, rather than to feed more than five million citizens and an unknown number of slaves, and to meet their needs for daily necessities as before.

In other words, today's Sel is a typical resource-exporting country with a sparse population and a highly dependent economic structure.

It can only operate if the huge surplus of food and minerals produced can be sold.

Otherwise, once the market is lost, the entire deformed country will collapse and disintegrate in minutes.

This is also the reason why both Sazastan and the parliamentary faction knew that the West Coast Empire was selling weapons and equipment to each other at the same time, but no one dared to turn against each other.

They were well aware that they had become economically dependent on the West Coast Empire and the Trade Alliance.

Besides, since we can’t beat them, what else can we do but accept it?

In contrast, they were more afraid that the West Coast Empire would suddenly cut off trade ties with Cel, making the mountains of food and mineral resources impossible to sell, let alone exchange for the undead and construct creatures that could produce and fight.

Obviously, the red-robed wizards made a fatal mistake in this civil war, which was that they did not understand the importance of the market in the economic structure.

Without a market, there will be no consumption. Without consumption, no one will buy all the output, and naturally there will be no value.

As for cross-dimensional transactions, although it is not a difficult task for the magical power possessed by the red robe wizard, this kind of transaction is usually based on magical items and valuable items that are easy to carry. I have never heard of any cross-dimensional merchant engaging in bulk transactions.

One is that it is difficult to transport and store, and the other is that the profit is too low and it is too complicated to sell.

Therefore, the trade alliance led by the West Coast Empire is the only choice for the Red Robe Wizard.

When the merchant group arrived at the banquet, the chief of the Transformation Department, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stood up, opened his arms and laughed, and said, "Ah! I finally got you here again. Please take a seat and taste our traditional food of Sel first, and then we can discuss the transaction."

"Thank you very much for taking the time out of your busy schedule to meet us. Don't worry, I swear that this new shipment will not disappoint you."

The fat businessman gave a solemn guarantee.

"Oh? Can you tell me what new gadgets you guys brought?"

An interested expression appeared on the face of the Chief of Transmutation Department.

Although the current situation is that the seven factions within the Red Robe Wizards have joined forces to fight against the Undead faction led by Sazastan who wants to establish centralization and dictatorship, in theory they should be the dominant side in terms of military strength and number of wizards.

But the reality is just the opposite. The parliamentary faction is always suppressed by Sazastan, who is supported only by the Undead faction.

Although the situation was evenly matched, a chief like him was well aware that the situation on the parliamentary side was not optimistic.

Because Sazastan successfully built a powerful military organization with strong execution capabilities and no internal intrigue through complete control over those liches and vampires.

He doesn't need to worry about the people under him pretending to obey him but actually disobeying him, or suddenly betraying his teammates for their own benefit.

And as more and more graves are dug, the number of undead armies under his command continues to grow.

Even though the god of death Kelemvor and many other gods had made it clear that Sazastan's behavior was a complete blasphemy against the dead, no god or chosen person stood up to punish him.

Most importantly, the Undead faction is far more proficient and skilled in controlling the undead army than other factions.

If the undead armies of equal numbers were to fight, the winner would definitely be the undead faction under Sazastan.

On the other hand, the Parliament faction has almost perfectly inherited all the "glorious traditions" of the Red Robe Wizard.

Whether it is the mutual harassment and infighting for their own selfish ends, or the corruption, smuggling, and bribery, etc., there are endless situations.

Therefore, the Parliamentary Party's trade dependence on the West Coast Empire is actually even greater than that of Sazastan.

The reason is very simple! The latter are almost completely undead, so they have no other extra desires except ambition, and do not need a luxurious life. The reason why they need to maintain trade is because the parliament is constantly buying those constructs and undead creatures.

But the former has a large number of living red-robed wizards and apprentices, and their food, drink, defecation, enjoyment, servants, and bodyguards all need money to support them.

This expenditure is not a small number, but accounts for more than 30 to 40 percent of the funding.

In this situation of loss and gain, if the parliamentary faction wants to maintain the current situation or even win the war, it must continue to purchase more, better, and stronger weapons and equipment and soldiers from the West Coast Empire and send them to the front line.

"Please allow me to keep it secret for now. Only in this way will you be surprised when you see it later."

The fat businessman blinked mysteriously.

It has to be said that if he had behaved like this in the past, the red-robed wizard would have turned him into a frog, a bug, or something like that in a matter of minutes, and then stepped on him to death.

You have to know that these guys have never had a good temper, and it is common for them to kill an entire family.

But now, a small businessman actually dared to flirt with the Chief of the Change Department without batting an eyelid. It seemed that he was tired of living.

But the chief of the Transformation Department did not get angry because of this. Instead, he smiled and responded: "Then I will look forward to the surprise you bring me. Now let's enjoy the food and wine first."

"Then we won't be polite."

The fat businessman placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly, then signaled the rest of the team to sit down and start enjoying the hospitality of the red-robed wizard.

Although the layout and food on site were extremely luxurious, their movements and speed of eating were very reserved, and many of them even ate a little just to fill their stomachs out of courtesy.

Obviously, compared with the food and services that can be enjoyed in major cities in the West Coast Empire, these are nothing.

It's like modern people on Earth turning around and looking at ancient people, they would not think that the food, etiquette and enjoyment of the kings and nobles were anything to boast about. Instead, they would feel sorry for them.

After all, as magic began to benefit the general public, the West Coast Empire could be said to be unprecedentedly wealthy in both spiritual and material terms.

All kinds of things that you have never seen, eaten, or played in other places in Faerun are available here, and you will definitely have a great time.

Many of the wealthy businessmen present had tried these tricks, and it was estimated that the Chief of the Transfiguration Department himself had never seen them, let alone other low-level red-robed wizards.

Since neither party's attention was focused on the banquet, they ended the ceremonial welcome banquet after only thirty or forty minutes.

After all the food and servants were removed, the room quickly returned to silence.

The fat businessman in the lead took out a list of about seven or eight pages and handed it over without saying a word.

The chief of the Transformation Department took it and took a look at it. He immediately looked up and asked in surprise, "There are smoke powder and cannons this time? I heard that these things are absolutely banned in the West Coast Empire. Even the Kingdom of Cormier only equipped a small amount of them in some key fortresses."

"Haha, we spent a lot of money, time and effort to get the sales license for these things, so they are not cheap."

The fat businessman grinned greedily, and his eyes were like a shark smelling blood.

"You should know that price is never a problem for us. I want all the smoke powder and cannons brought this time."

The chief of the Transformation Department chose to eat it in one bite without even thinking about it.

Because artillery can play a very good role in field battles, siege battles, and defensive battles, and it is much simpler and easier to transport and deploy than those siege magic towers.

Especially when combined with a flying platform, it can often launch a surprise attack from a high position and inflict a devastating blow to the enemy.

The West Coast Empire's aerial gunboats have proven their effectiveness countless times in wars.

Although the red robes sent by the parliament cannot get the dragon knights that can provide air superiority, they should have no problem getting some pterosaurs, Asian dragons, flying dragons, and griffin knights.

What's more, compared to head-on combat, they actually prefer sneak attacks.

For example, through joint casting, the entire airship can be made invisible, or hidden in a cloud of mist, and then suddenly start shelling and bombing when it reaches the top of the enemy's head.

In fact, ever since the West Coast Empire began to use airships, a fast means of transportation that has no terrain requirements, in wars and transportation on a large scale, other forces with a little industrial foundation and magical level have been trying to build their own airships.

However, due to the limitations of technology and craftsmanship, they are either too small and cannot carry enough weight, or too expensive and can only be used as a means of transportation for the powerful and high-level spellcasters.

However, Sel's situation is obviously special. From the moment the civil war broke out, airships were used as weapons in the war.

There are even cases where an airship is directly converted into a wizard tower or magic fortress.

However, due to the lack of long-range attack means such as cannons, the so-called air battle between the two sides was basically a continuation of the traditional magic war on land and sea, with all kinds of fireballs, lightning, poisonous clouds, and ice storms bombarding each other.

They would even move primitive siege weapons such as large catapults and crossbows onto the airship and use it as a ship floating in the sky.

Ground attacks are done by directly throwing down alchemical items that will explode and produce strong acid, flames, and poison gas. Even more outrageous are directly throwing stones.

In short, the red-robed mages who have always pursued pragmatism don’t care about whether it is primitive or not, as long as it is effective and can deal a devastating blow to the enemy.

If supported by smoke powder and cannons, the parliamentary airships would have an advantage in air combat.

At least those ordinary airships without much magical protection will definitely not be able to withstand long-range artillery fire. Basically, a round of broadside salvos will make them full of holes and fall directly from mid-air and smash into pieces.

So for a weapon like this that could change the outcome of a battle, the Chief of Change chose to take it without any hesitation.

Because he knew very well that if he didn't buy them all, then these damn greedy merchants would turn around and find Sazastan and sell the remaining cannons and pyrotechnic powder to him.

Since this was not the first time a similar situation had occurred, he was already very experienced in dealing with it.

"Your vision and courage are truly unmatched! With a leader like you, the Parliamentary Faction will surely be able to restore the former glory of Sel!

Please allow me to express my highest respect to you on behalf of all the businessmen present here! The parliament will win!

The great Red Mage will surely be reborn from the ashes!"

The fat businessman's face was full of smiles, and all kinds of praise and flattery popped out one after another. If you didn't know him, you would have thought he was a fanatical supporter of the parliamentary faction.

Little do they know that all this is just for the sake of huge profits.

In fact, he had said countless similar things when he was making deals with the liches and vampires under Sazastan.

As for the confrontation and conflict between the living and the dead, between parliament and dictatorship, these businessmen don't care.

Anyway, as long as there is money to be made, it doesn't matter if both sides turn the entire Cyre into a barren desert.

"Well, don't be too happy yet, the real deal has just begun. The funding from the parliament this time is very generous, so we still have a lot to purchase."

The chief of the Transformation Department pursed his lips and revealed a faint smile.

The merchant's unconditional flattery undoubtedly benefited him and the other red-robed wizards present.

Even though they know very well that these are not sincere, who wouldn't like to hear nice words?

Especially in this difficult time where we don’t know how long the fight will last.

As he spoke, the fat businessman placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly, then winked at his followers outside the house.

The latter immediately understood what he meant, and directly led people to carry in two boxes that were more than two and a half meters long and looked very heavy and placed them on the ground.

It was not difficult to tell from the extremely strenuous expressions and reactions of the people lifting the boxes that the things inside were obviously very, very heavy.

"This is……"

Another high-level ring mage instructor from another faction nearby obviously noticed something and his expression changed slightly.

"This is the new stuff I just mentioned."

As he spoke, the fat businessman walked straight to the box and kicked open the cheap wooden board, instantly revealing two human-shaped magical creatures.

One of them was shining with a silver metallic luster, and it was obviously some kind of construct creature.

The other was an undead creature made of bones and flesh. The pungent smell of the preservative fluid was enough to make anyone with a normal sense of smell feel physically uncomfortable.

但胖商人却丝毫不以为意，反而率先指着那具七八只眼睛在脑袋周围滴流乱转的亡灵生物无比骄傲的介绍道：“请看，这就是由死灵奇才卢德维大师经过多次改良的力作！

一种拥有相当于接近普通人智力水平，但却能百分之百服从命令的尸嵌士兵。

它不仅拥有三百六十度无死角的视觉，而且能看破一些隐形单位和魔法变形的能力。

这也就意味着它会是军队中最完美的警卫，可以瞬间发现那些潜入进来想要窃取情报或搞破坏的间谍，并且在战场上第一时间找到隐形的法师、术士。

除此之外，它的皮肤与肌肉也经过强化，即便没有任何防具也能发挥出相当于厚皮甲的防御力。

如果再披挂上专用的镶嵌甲和铁甲，那么即便是与钢铁魔像硬碰硬也不会在短时间内落入下风。

诸位，请试想一下，一个钢铁魔像的市场价是多少钱？ 而这个新型的尸嵌士兵仅仅需要三千五百金币。

是的！

你们没听错！ 不要上万金币！

也不要八千、七千、甚至是五千金币！

仅仅需要三千五百金币！ 当有需要的时候，他们甚至还能化身成为敢死队冲进敌人中间释放尸爆魔法和蕴含着致命毒素的负能量血雾。

最最重要的是，不会再有任何法师会指挥官抱怨亡灵生物太愚蠢了，根本听不懂复杂的命令，经常会把原本精心准备的计划搞砸。

正所谓心动不如行动！ 眼下我已经为议会派的诸位申请到了大批量采购的优惠。

只要一次性下超过三千个以上的订单并一次性支付全款，还可以在现有价格的基础上打九折。”

伴随着胖商人充满煽动性的语言，在场不管是变化系首席还是那些环法导师都不由自主的站了起来，眼睛里透露出震惊和难以置信的光芒。

尽管他们早就听说过死灵奇才卢德维大师的名号，以及其创造的各种缝合类亡灵。

尤其是大名鼎鼎的“尸嵌生物”，已经在此次战争中展现出了远比普通亡灵更为优秀的素质，远比那些只能靠堆数量的僵尸、骷髅强出不知道多少倍，就连有智力的食尸鬼都要在整体战斗力方面略逊一筹。

不少死灵法师加入西海岸帝国的奥法秘术会，就是为了能够跟这位死灵大师见上一面、聆听对方的教诲。

就连萨扎斯坦都评价说卢德维在制造亡灵生物方面的天赋与才能是划时代的。

他创造的尸嵌生物把创造亡灵这项技艺提升到了艺术的高度。

深渊三巨头之一——奥库斯在费伦的信徒，甚至公开向卢德维发出招揽邀请，并承诺只要对方愿意效忠追随不死君主就可以获得永恒不朽的生命，以及所有关于创造死灵的禁忌知识。

只可惜，死灵奇才卢德维从未给予正面回应，甚至连理会都没有理会。

“真是不可思议的杰作！ 这种水平的不死造物竟然可以把售价压缩到三千五百金币以下？

你们究竟是如何控制制造成本的？

如果让普通的死灵法师来制作，怕是没有一万五千到两万金币根本就搞不定。”

一名明显是死灵系专精的红袍法师用宛如爱抚情人的手抚过眼前的尸嵌士兵，声音中带着无法掩饰的激动与崇拜。

“关于工艺和成本的事情我也不是很清楚。毕竟我们只负责出售而不负责生产，更接触不到死灵奇才卢德维大师本人。”

胖商人的嘴巴显然很严，压根没有透露哪怕一丁点相关细节。

因为他明白这些工艺和秘密被破解的时间越晚，自己所能从中赚到的垄断利润就越高。

西海岸帝国的经济霸权就是这么一点一点建立起来的。

而且制造这些尸嵌士兵的成本远比对方想象中还要低得多。

毕竟各大城市都可以借助魔法迷锁和多重施法环境的帮助来大幅度降低对施法等级的要求，原本可能需要LV9级的法师施展五环法术，现在可能只需要一个LV3等级的法师外加几名学徒的帮助就能完成。

所以这玩意的成本只有区区不到三百金币，刨除少到几乎可以忽略不计的运输费，利润直接就是十倍以上。

“好吧。告诉我你们手头现在有多少这种新型尸嵌士兵？”变化系首席直接开门见山的询问道。

“我们这次带来了三百个，剩下的需要视订单情况再安排生产。请问您打算一口气订购多少？”

胖商人的语气明显变得兴奋起来。

因为这可不是一笔小生意，而是动辄几百万乃至数千万、上亿金币的大生意。

哪怕只从中抽成百分之十五到二十都能赚得盆满钵满。

除此之外，通过采购低价的粮食、木材、矿产资源运回去卖给那些工厂、作坊还能再从中赚一笔。

如果能搞到奴隶，西海岸帝国的政府还会根据人数向商人支付一笔赎买金，并在税收方面给予一定的优惠政策。

所以尽管在外界看来陷入内战的塞尔已经是整个费伦大陆上最危险的区域，但在商人们眼中却遍地都是黄金且充满了机遇。

尤其是这种能直接跟两边高层搭上线的大型商团，每一次出动的利润最少都是四五百万金币起步，简直比抢劫还要暴利。

“如果我订购一万个，你多久可以交货？”变化系首席用不是很确定的语气试探道。

因为这笔订单可不仅仅只是关系到议会派能在短时间内获得多少这种强力的尸嵌士兵，还关系到可以推迟萨扎斯坦买到它们的时间。

而这个时间差就是议会派可以用来发动大规模反击的空档。

要是一切顺利的话，不仅能把之前丢掉的地盘都抢回来，并且还能把战线往对方控制的区域推一推。

“一万个？”

胖商人和跟他一起来的其他商人不约而同的两眼放光。

这可是一笔整整价值三千多万金币的大订单。

一旦签署就意味着每个人都能分到足够的好处。

变化系首席认真的点了点头：“对，一万个。议会刚好在谋划着发起一场大战役，所以我们迫切需要足够多的精锐。”

“我认为差不多需要两个月左右。”

胖商人在低头沉思了片刻之后很快给出一个日期。

“很好！ 我会先支付三千个的全款。

等你把这三千个运过来我会支付剩下七千个的钱款。

不仅如此，我还可以给你们提供更优惠的采购价格。”

听到有两个月的空档期，死灵系首席立马意识到这是一个对付萨扎斯坦千载难逢的好机会，毫不犹豫敲定了这笔交易。

“没问题！我保证会严格按照日期交付。”

饶是胖商人早就见过不少大场面，眼下还是不由自主的口干舌燥、心脏狂跳。

每当这种时候，他愈发能够感受伟大皇帝陛下所建立的经济霸权究竟有多么恐怖。

甚至比之前那些靠战争掠夺搜刮财富、奴役民众聚拢财富的速度还要夸张。

因为人在受到暴力、虐待与死亡威胁进行强迫劳动的时候生产效率往往会非常低。

可当他们开始为了自己、家人而努力奋斗赚钱的时候所爆发出来的热情则会使生产效率比前者高出至少几倍乃至十几倍、几十倍。

眼前这些红袍法师就是最好的例子。

要知道自从内战爆发之后，整个塞尔的粮食、肉蛋、水果、酒类、木材、宝石、矿石与各类金属产量非但没有减少反而在节节攀升。

确切地说是在人口大规模逃亡之后，他们迅速发现当自己不需要再去“浪费”粮食跟其他资源养活那些创造不了多少价值的平民，对外贸易收入开始大幅度增长，可支配的财富以肉眼可见的方式在增加。

为了能够将这种空前的“繁荣”维持下去，两边都开始驱赶平民甚至是把平民变成奴隶卖掉。

不仅如此！

他们还史无前例的替换掉了那些生产效率低下的普通亡灵生物，花大价钱去西海岸帝国购买专门从事各项生产劳动的亡灵和构装体。

如此一来，双方的贸易就维持在一个非常微妙的平衡状态。

尽管塞尔每年都会撒下大把的金币进行采购，但他们却能够通过出售农产品、矿产和自然资源赚到差不多的利润。

换个通俗易懂点的说法就是进出额度基本持平，没有出现明显的财政赤字，整个贸易循环可以维持下去。

The West Coast Empire obtained a large amount of cheap agricultural products and raw materials from trade to meet its increasing demand for various resources for development.

The chief of the Transmutation Department nodded in satisfaction: "Very good! You can start introducing the new type of construct next to it."

"As you wish."

The fat businessman lowered his head and bowed deeply with the most respectful attitude.

He was not bowing to the dreaded red-robed wizard chief of the necromancy, but to a buyer who had given him a large order worth tens of millions of gold coins.

Just like that, he started talking endlessly to these red-robed wizards about this undead killer that was specially built to restrain the undead creatures.

After a while, the red-robed wizards sent by the parliament excitedly placed another large order.

By the time the transaction was over, the cargo on the giant airship had been cleared out and replaced with local specialties purchased in Sale.

When the fixed rope was released and the airship slowly rose into the air and flew westward, the Master of the Symbols, Plamon "Frostmark" Rakesk, who was disguised as a high-level ring mage instructor, couldn't help but pursed his lips and sighed: "If this continues, in a few years, Sel and the Red Mage Organization will become puppets indirectly controlled by their masters."

"oh?

are you sure?

I don't think the ambitious Sazastan will surrender willingly.

I also don’t think those self-righteous chiefs would be willing to have another master giving orders above their heads.”

Another Symbol Master, the legendary vampire, Shelisha, chuckled and expressed a completely different opinion.

"Humph! This matter does not depend on them, but on the master. Don't forget that the current master is completely different from before."

Plamon "Frostmark" Rakesk pursed his lips into an evil smile.

As a summoned creature of the Planeswalker, he could clearly feel how powerful and terrifying Zuo Si's power was after he became a symbol of evil.

Just the talisman masters of the entire entangled talisman, each of them has obtained a spellcasting level upgrade ranging from LV3 to LV5 simply because of their own evil level, and can also obtain priest level and divine power blessings from their master.

With this epic enhancement, the Entangled Symbol Organization lurking within Cell alone has the ability to kill Sazastan and the leaders of the Parliament and replace them.

"But the master did not give us such an order."

Xie Leisha frowned subconsciously.

"Yes, he did not issue such an order, but it does not mean that we cannot control the Red Robe Mage Organization from within, right?" Rakesk hinted meaningfully.

The vampire understood something instantly, raised his head suddenly and asked in surprise: "Did you find the place where Sazastan hid his life box? Oh my God! This is incredible news!"

"Hahahaha! That's right! To be exact, I have obtained his phylactery."

As he spoke, Rakesk pulled out a crown inlaid with a huge crimson gem from his arms.

Through magical vision, Xie Lisha could clearly see the dazzling arcane aura of necromancy emanating from it, and immediately asked impatiently: "How do you plan to use this thing? Are you going to confront Sazastan directly? Or should you discuss it with Ragon first?"

But Lakeske smiled and shook his head: "No, none of that is necessary. Because I have already sent a message to the master, he should be here soon."

As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si's figure instantly appeared out of thin air. The whole process did not even trigger the magic network. It was obvious that it was not magic that was used, but another kind of power that was superior to magic.

"Owner!"

Rakesk and the legendary vampire Shelisha knelt on one knee and saluted at the same time.

"You have seized Sazastan's phylactery?"

Zuo Si asked directly to the point.

Although for him, this famous red robe wizard and chief of the necromancy had long lost the qualifications to be an enemy, but this did not mean that Sazastan's status and importance in Faerun had been reduced.

As the only country in the east of the continent that can compete with the Mulhorand Empire, once Sel and the Red Robe Mage Organization completely collapse, a superpower similar to the West Coast Empire will rise in the entire East.

Moreover, as the Mulhorand Empire expands, the pantheon it believes in will also grow and become stronger, disrupting the existing balance and possibly triggering a new round of wars between gods.

This is not the result that left-wing thinking wants to see.

That's why he showed up and planned to deal with it a little to prevent these masters of the symbols from getting into trouble.

"Yes, Master. This is the phylactery I found. It is almost certain that it is the crown that Sazastan wore before he transformed into a lich."

Rakesk hastily offered the life box with both hands.

Zuo Si took it and took a quick look at it, then nodded slightly. "Yes, it is indeed Sazastan's phylactery. But are you sure this is his only phylactery? You know, although he didn't invent the phylactery-shattering technique like the great arcanist Ovo, with his attainments in necromancy, it should be no problem for him to make one or two more as backups."

"Um, sorry, Master. I'm not sure about this."

Lakesque was stunned for a moment, then quickly gave a negative answer.

"Forget it, let's do this for now. You two immediately go and notify all the Lords of the Symbols, including Lagon, as well as Demetra Flas and Kalaya, and tell them that I want to see them."

After saying this, Zuo Si disappeared again, as if he had never appeared.