Chapter 12 Ritual This is Blatant Blackmail
King Sauron was very dissatisfied with this meeting.
Opposite him were the well-dressed wizard and his assistant. His half-open pajamas, messy hair, and slippers casually thrown on his feet made him feel that he was at a disadvantage from the very first encounter.
"Long time no see." King Soran tried to make his tone more majestic to show his kingly demeanor.
However, this did not work. Without the embellishment of power, he was now just an ordinary old man.
"Please sit down and tell me what your new wish is." Darien said with a smile.
"Ahem." King Soran cleared his throat. "Do you have a potion that can restore youth, like you, to maintain a youthful body forever?"
The last time they made a deal was 46 years ago. King Sauron was still a young man. 46 years had passed, and only Darion remained young.
King Sauron has tasted the power and all the benefits that come with it over the past few decades, and he is increasingly reluctant to let it go.
Sewell looked at the king, who was already showing signs of fatigue, and poured him a cup of hot tea with a smile: "Please enjoy it slowly."
Darien said, "I'm sorry, but there's no such potion. Time cannot be reversed. You can't go back from an older body to a younger one."
King Soran was very excited. "No, no, I believe you can do it, but you are unwilling to tell me the method... Are you still blaming me? I didn't firmly choose you, but chose my mission instead."
The sudden emotional appeal did not impress Darien, but instead made him feel like he had swallowed a fly alive.
The emotional card played by King Soran was very ambiguous, as if they had had such a relationship when they were young, and he also put Darien in a position where he could not get the love he wanted.
Ugh, so disgusting. Darien got goosebumps all over his body.
Nothing happened between them at all. King Sauron might have had a little affection for her when he was young, but when he became the superior and the world began to revolve around him, that memory was naturally distorted into this.
Seville narrowed his eyes a little. Wasn't King Sauron a little too arrogant to dare to put Darien in such a position?
Tsk. Crows are very vengeful animals. There will be no good consequences if you anger them.
King Soran thought he was very affectionate. He even looked at Darion with affectionate eyes and made a promise as a superior: "In the past, I had nothing and was not worthy of you... But now, I have everything. As long as you are willing to forgive me, we can start over."
Darien smiled. He was always polite to his guests. "It's been so many years, I've forgotten everything. So let's get back to business, okay? You want to restore your youth, right? I can do it, but you need to pay enough."
King Soran's eyes immediately lit up: "Tell me, I can give you anything I have except the scepter and the crown."
It would be best if he didn't ask for any reward. Once he regains his youth, he will definitely make up for the years he missed...
Darien pretended to be embarrassed and thought for a moment, then said, "I can sell you the method of restoring youth. How about your sense of smell in exchange? You also have to pay me an additional 2,000 gold coins."
King Soran had a good nose, which was the most valuable thing he had for exchange. As for the gold coins, Darien considered it compensation for mental damage.
"Of course!" He was extremely happy. "I can't wait to regain my youth!"
"It's easy to give you a younger face, but potions can't restore your body to youth. So are you going to try some special methods?" said Darien.
"What method?" King Sauron asked.
"Before that, I want to ask you a question. Are you willing to sacrifice your child?" Darien asked.
"My children? How is Yolanda, Freddy, Herman and Norman..." King Soran had no pity for his heirs at all. It was their honor to sacrifice themselves for him.
Darien's expression remained unchanged. "Of course, Princess Yolanda, you can, but it's best not to, unless you want to be a woman. I can allow your soul to enter a new body. The body of a blood relative will better suit your soul."
King Sauron understood that this meant giving him a new body, which was a little difficult to deal with. How to change the body while also keeping the royal power in his hands was a problem.
He nodded. "So what do you need to prepare for a new body for me, and how long will it take?"
Darien said, "A living body, a transformation potion, the blood of a loved one, and an altar. Once you give me the necessary materials, it will take another two weeks. Sewell, give him a list."
Seville pretended to write a few words on the paper, then handed over the list written on calamus paper.
King Soran was too old to see clearly what was written on the paper, and his glasses were not there, so he handed the list back and asked Sewell to read it for him.
"Rubies, emeralds, diamonds weighing more than 20 grams... 3 of each, 30 gold bars of 300 grams each, 6 bottles of blood of a close relative, each bottle 8 ounces, and a living body. That's it." Sewell finished reading and handed the calamus paper back.
The first half was full of smuggled goods. Darian would not miss any opportunity to make money, so it was really a bargain for him with such a small amount.
"Okay." King Soran nodded. "Regarding the blood, does the person who draws it need to be alive?"
"Whatever you want," Darien said. "But for the stability of the ritual, it's best to use male blood. Female blood is very unstable as a medium and might cause the soul to be jolted during the transfer. It would be painful, like a piece of paper being torn into pieces and then pieced back together again."
These words were all made up. King Sauron was as sensitive and suspicious as all kings, but his arrogance made up for it well.
He saw no reason for Darion to lie to him, and there was no gain in going against a king.
"Okay, I understand. I will come here again when I have dealt with everything." said King Sauron.
He left through the Plantagenet Gate.
"Throw away all the teacups and chairs he used, and mop the floor more than three times," said Darian.
According to Lady Mary, King Soran has changed the formula to rejuvenate. The main ingredients are seaweed mud and toad gland fluid. It can be taken externally or internally to double the effect.
"He didn't even doubt the authenticity of this ceremony." Princess Yolanda said in a happy voice.
She arrived earlier than King Soran and had been staying in the small compartment at the back, listening to the entire conversation.
"Because this transformation ritual does work, he does get a new body," Darien said.
"I think he would choose Norman or Spencer, both of whom are young and handsome, with good physiques and another prominent surname," said Princess Yolanda.
"They're all pretty much the same. If you compare the body to a container for the soul, each container is unique and can only hold a matching soul," said Darien.
"Sometimes I think I'm such a vicious woman." Princess Yolanda suddenly sighed softly, "Why is it so easy for them to get something when I have to sacrifice a part of myself first?"
"It's okay. Compared to your brothers, you're already a man of high moral character." Darion shrugged. "Sometimes I wonder if I've bought the consciences of King Sauron's descendants along with them, or if it's just that all the men in your family are of this character."
"My father would be a good street sweeper." Princess Yolanda smiled. "It's getting late. I should go back. Thank you for the tea and snacks."
"Thank you for the gift too. I really like the new storybook you brought." said Darien.
"You're welcome." Princess Yolanda smiled, narrowing her eyes a little, looking a little childish.
Like Darian, she is a storybook lover. Because she lacked this innocence in her childhood, she has to make up for it in the long years that follow.
After seeing Princess Yolanda off, Darien read a new storybook on the new swing.
Seville was a little sad. There were too many illustrations in the new storybook. It would be much more interesting for Darien to read it himself rather than read the story. He was no longer needed.
When the store is not busy, you can do anything. Darian was fascinated by reading storybooks for an entire afternoon and came up with the idea of creating his own.
After picking up a pen and drawing a picture, he showed it to Sewell and asked, "How do I draw?"
Sewell examined it carefully for a while, then praised it, saying, "It's very lively and vivid, and the expression of the picture is very strong. A few lines can outline the fish swimming in the water. You are very talented in painting."
Darien deadpanned, "I drew a crow."
Sewell's expression remained unchanged. "It's actually a crow! It seems my aesthetic taste needs improvement..."
Darien twitched his lips and said, "Shut up!"
Mr. Wizard finally gave up the idea of creating. He was not shameless enough to accept blind flattery.
This crow is really good at sweet talk, he thought.
The smooth-talking Mr. Crow was sent to the kitchen to prepare the snacks, which were supervised by Mr. Wizard himself.
"I want jellyfish jam on toast," Darien said.
Unfortunately, the kitchen was out of fresh bread and jellyfish jam.
Sewell had to start from scratch.
"Since we're going to make bread, we might as well make a lot so we can eat it for several days. We'll make some small rolls and a big square loaf of bread," said Mrs. Fitch.
"It's a good idea, but there's one thing you're wrong about. It's only him, not us." Darien pointed at Sevier.
"Oh, that must be a long time," said Mrs. Fitch.
"It's okay, it's just a little sweet trouble." Sewell smiled.
Darien glanced at him but didn't deny it.
After all, jellyfish jam is indeed sweet.
The buns had to be salty and the breadcrumbs sweet, and while Darien turned a blind eye, Mrs. Fitch still helped a little by measuring out the grams of sugar and salt needed.
Pour water into the flour, add more flour if there is too much water, and add more water if there is too much flour. Seville kneaded the dough into twice the size, and doubled the weight of sugar and salt.
Darien's eyes slipped from the side of the book. Two plump white doughs were placed side by side on the chopping board. It was difficult to tell which one was sweet and which one was salty.
Sewell took a piece of linen and covered both doughs.
"I want lemon and apple jellyfish jam," Darienti requested.
"Would you like it sweeter?" asked Sewell.
"Hmm..." Darien frowned and thought for a moment, "The lemon should taste sweet and sour, with more sourness, and the apple should have an apple aroma."
In the garden there was a lemon tree, laden with large yellow lemons, and there was also an apple tree which was also laden with fruit.
There are no seasons in the wilderness, so many plants of different seasons grow wildly together.
There was only one lemon left in the kitchen, and no apples at all.
"Would you like to go out with me and pick lemons and apples?" Sewell picked up the basket.
"No, I don't want to go." Darien just wanted to stay by the warm fireplace and read a book and drink tea.
"Since you are going into the garden, why not pick some fresh rosemary sprigs and thyme for our delicious roast duck with apples," said Mrs. Fitch.
"No problem." Sewell put a pair of small scissors into the basket.
Darien didn't want to go downstairs, but he could still supervise, so he sat by the window.
Seville soon appeared in the garden, holding a pair of scissors, and cut half a basket of lemons in a few clicks.
"I think that one is bigger." Darien said, leaning against the window.
"This?" Sewell tapped a lemon hanging above his head with a pair of scissors.
"No, that one." Darien pointed to the top of the tree.
Seville had only two choices, climb up or fly up.
Mr. Crow chose to climb a tree. He was very agile, unlike a monkey.
All right. That's fine. Darien felt a little sorry.
Seville returned with a full load.
"Lemons, apples, rosemary sprigs, and thyme—everything is here." He put the basket on the table.
It's time to make jellyfish jam.
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