Chapter 188 The Impending Threat

How many? That’s a lot. If we run at full capacity, I think we can make thousands of them a month!

Crown calculated and gave a very conservative number: "Between one hundred and one hundred and fifty."

A tall tree attracts the wind; money moves people's hearts. You cannot use these to test people's hearts.

There is a saying that goes, what people call loyalty is nothing more than the weight of betrayal being too low.

Flanders nodded: "You did a good job of selling only a portion of the talisman water."

In a situation where the evil god is approaching, it is advisable to slightly enhance the strength of your allies.

But the two sides are also in competition and cannot really provide full funding.

"Would you like to experience being a spirit master?" asked Clown.

The archbishop shook his head: "No need. You should focus your main energy on the fire breath. Human energy is limited. Don't think about mastering everything."

You are right, but.Crown smiled gratefully.

"Also, you come here every two weeks. I will monitor your mental state. You will pay for the materials for the soul purity test yourself."

"Isn't that necessary?"

"Although I have confidence in your bloodline's ability, I still need to track and monitor you for a few months, otherwise I won't be reassured enough."

"Okay," Clown showed an embarrassed smile. Isn't this a waste of my gold spirit coins?

"Archbishop, as the center of the Rhine Diocese, there must be a secret vault in the church, right?"

Flanders asked alertly: "What do you want to do?"

Of course there is a secret vault! As a church that has existed for a long time, it is unacceptable that it does not have some hidden tricks.

Only three bishops knew the location of the secret vault in the Holy Fire Cathedral: himself, Cavendish, and Daniel.

It stores some powerful equipment and various rare materials, as well as countless gold spirit coins and super-high concentration compressed holy water.

"Don't be nervous. I'm missing a material. Ask if there's any in the secret vault."

Crown described Han Yu and looked at the cardinal eagerly.

If he can get the carrier material of the Taiyin Thunder Talisman, he can start refining it.

"The kind of thing you're looking for is just a pretty stone. It's not very practical, and the secret library won't collect it. Look for it in those antique shops, maybe they can find it."

Flanders shook his head. You must be kidding. Why would there be such garbage in the secret library?

Feeling a little disappointed, Crown felt that he should place a purchase notice in the newspaper, since he had plenty of Gold Spirit Coins anyway.

When it was time to get off work, he said goodbye to the archbishop and hired a carriage with Del to return home.

On the way, Crown ordered: "Tomorrow, you don't have to go to work in the afternoon. Help me do a few things.

First, find a few newspapers with large circulation, publish information, and buy cold jade; second, find a broker to buy a mansion, requiring an independent courtyard, a basement, and a stable, and the closer to the church the better. "

"Understood, my Lord."

Before returning to his residence, Del got off the car early and went to the nearby market to buy food.

Both of them are knights, with amazing appetites, and each purchase costs a lot.

After returning to his residence, Crown sat on the sofa, with Fokine resting on his shoulder and Buster curled around his legs.

There was a golden light in his eyes.

[Beast Taming: 2632/5000; Level 2]

For the past two months, I hid in the church without taking my two pets with me, and my animal taming skills are still at the second level.

He decided to spend half an hour every day playing with his pet to see what special effects the third-level animal taming technique could provide.

. . . .

Blood Crow Inn.

Under the cover of night, beyond the illumination of the holy fire, gray fog engulfed the entire city.

Under the soft and warm light of the oil lamp, Geralt used butter to grease the sword to maintain his weapon, and the cold light reflected on his thin face.

He prepared to go hunting in the wild, adjust his condition, and awaken his dormant fighting instinct.

During this gentle time in Rhine City, White Wolf felt his legs a little weak.

With the creaking sound of the door opening, a faint scent mixed with cloves and currants squeezed into the room.

"Are you getting ready to go out?" Yennefer asked gently.

"Yes, I have had enough time to rest. I need to recover my combat status and prepare for the third mutation. Didn't you say that the potion will be produced soon?"

Geralt smiled gently, the scar on his face twisting, adding a bit of ferocity to his smile: "Why are you here so late today?"

"I encountered something." Yennefer walked up to the witcher, took out a golden potion, and asked, "Do you have this potion? It's sold by Klauen."

Through the introduction of her lover, she bought the silver potion from the same seller, but after studying it for a long time without any progress, she gradually gave up.

Lover and Clown have known each other for a long time. Since they have silver potions, they should also have a certain amount of this golden potion in stock.

Geralt put the butter down, made sure the sword was evenly coated with the grease, and then sheathed it.

He took the medicine, pulled out the stopper, and flared his nostrils. An indescribable sense of familiarity filled his nasal cavity.

Isn't this Klauen's stuff? Did this guy sell it to others? Is he not going to keep it secret? Thinking quickly, the demon hunter said calmly:

“Yes, I still have two spare ones here. Most of them were taken away by Alan. He said they are very useful against spirits.

I feel that the potions I have saved are not as good as this one. It is a very mysterious feeling. I think this one is more effective. It should be that his manufacturing ability has improved again. "

He stood up and walked to the bed, dug out his box from underneath, found a bottle of golden talisman water and handed it to Yennefer along with the one in his hand.

The witch took the talisman water and carefully compared the differences between the two.

After a long pause, her swan-like, slender neck slightly bent down: "Yes, the one I got is of better quality, and contains more spiritual energy. Do you know what the price of this potion is now? Guess."

Geralt raised an eyebrow. "The price has gone up? Twenty gold shields?"

The witch shook her head: "You can think bolder."

"Could it be one hundred gold shields?"

“It’s too low.”

Yennefer stretched out her white jade-like palm and waved it in front of the demon hunter: "Five gold spirit coins!"

Geralt felt his breathing become heavy. The most reward he had ever received for hunting monsters in the past few years was in Zak Town. After a fierce battle between the master and the apprentice, they earned more than twenty gold spirit coins including dividends.

He only makes a few bucks by fighting for his life and death, but he dares to sell a potion for five gold spirit coins. Who gives him the courage? If his friends are not doing well, he will feel distressed when he thinks of them. If his friends are doing well, he will feel even more distressed.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

There is also a very realistic problem facing him. Since the price of the Golden Light Talisman Water has increased, has the price of the Pure Heart Talisman Water also increased?

He would take a bottle of Qingxin Water every few days, and even though he had to transform into a werewolf frequently, his emotions remained stable.

Even on a full moon night, he was able to control his emotions.

Now he had little Qingxin Fu Shui in his hand, so he needed to buy some more. If the price was too high, it would be difficult to afford a large purchase.

"What is the use of this potion? How dare he sell it for such a high price?"

“It can purify the contamination of the spirit master, and no side effects have been observed so far.

Fili handed one of them to Lisa Smit. Let's see what feedback this third-level spirit master gets tomorrow.

There is one more thing I want to tell you. Your friend, Crown Monet, is now a third-order transcendent and the bishop of the Church of the Lord of Flame."

The witch untied her hair and smiled charmingly: "I'm going to take a shower first, we can talk slowly later."

. . . .

No one knows how the gray fog is formed or why it comes.

After the gray fog fell, the night flights of the Zeppelins flying in the sky were not affected.

These 'whales' that conquer the sky can climb to altitudes of several thousand metres.

At night, above the gray fog, there is still a bright moon in the sky.

It is undeniable that the thickness of the gray fog accumulation has increased from the initial several meters and dozens of meters to the current nearly one hundred meters.

With each passing night, it increases again.

The town of Lorente is the only town in the Kingdom of Farouk that is adjacent to the ocean. It belongs to the city of Rhine and is about 100 kilometers away from the urban area of ​​Rhine.

A small river about ten meters wide runs through the town and flows into the sea. This river is a tributary of the Rhine.

However, the town has only a few kilometers of coastline, which is covered with reefs and has no potential to develop into a coastal city.

When the gray fog descended, the residents of the town moved away and the town was built into a military fortress.

Inside the fortress, there was a Zeppelin airship docked.

A watchtower was built at the river mouth, and every night, sacred fires were lit on both sides of the river.

According to intelligence obtained from other maritime nations, creatures in the ocean began to mutate on a large scale.

Some fish actually grew two legs and arms, and were able to leave the water for a short period of time and move on the shore. These mutant fish were named "fish-men".

Fishmen are cruel and extremely bloodthirsty.

Every night, large numbers of murlocs attack the coastal cities in groups, and tend to spread inland along the rivers.

God knows how these saltwater fish people living in the sea adapt to fresh water.

The moonlight shone through the increasingly thick gray fog, casting a faint glow on the sea.

The breeze blows and the waves sparkle.

Black spots surfaced one after another. If someone looked closely, they could see that they were hideous fish heads.

In addition to the fish heads, there is another kind of monster mixed in.

The monster had a purple-black humanoid head and a mouth that couldn't be closed with interlocking fangs.

Behind the ears on both sides of the head, there are black fish-like things the size of a palm, and in the eye sockets are huge fish eyes that flash with a faint green light.

"The higher-ups keep saying there will be monsters coming from the sea. We've been stationed here for almost half a year, and we haven't found anything. It's your turn to keep watch."

A guard with a mustache withdrew his gaze from the sea, sat down, lit a cigar, and began to puff.

His comrade was a slightly fat, round-faced, muscular man.

"Who cares? As long as the military pay is sufficient, I can stay in this godforsaken place every day. When I save up enough gold shields, I will go home and marry Juliet."

"When you come home, maybe Juliet will already have a child."

"Fuck you."

The two sentries on night watch wrestled with each other, laughing and cursing. This was their inherent way of passing the time during the long night.

Under the illumination of the holy fire, countless black shadows flowed upstream from the river. (End of this chapter)