Chapter 190 The Use of Mithril

Flanders came over and said in a playful tone, "It's not that you can't, right?!"

Yennefer chuckled and tried to smooth things over, "The evil god is a common danger to all humans, we should unite as one.

This has always been the Archbishop’s philosophy, and the Brotherhood deeply agrees with this view.

We came here with sincerity today, with the goal of facilitating a deal. No one's Golden Spirit Coins fall from the sky, and bargaining is a normal process."

With the Archbishop stepping forward to support the villain, Crown had no intention of lowering the price.

The arrival of the third-level spirit master here released another message: "It is also effective enough for the third-level spirit master."

With monopoly resources in hand and the strength to protect his own interests, all the initiative is in his hands. He said calmly:

"The price cannot be reduced. If this is unacceptable to you, then I'm sorry, I'm still very busy."

To others, time may not be so precious, but to him, the golden wall can record every minute and every second of his growth, and he is unwilling to be hypocritical here.

After a brief silence, Fili said:

"If the price cannot be negotiated, then the quantity can be increased to 60, and we are willing to accept that price."

When she came, Lisa repeatedly emphasized that she needed to use a large amount of the golden potion to personally experiment with its effects, at least one potion a day.

If the supply is limited to thirty per month, there will be no extra potions to supply other spirit masters.

What the Brotherhood wants is a group of third-level spirit masters, not just one stronger spirit master.

This is also the ultimate goal they need to achieve today: it doesn’t matter whether the price is lowered or not, but the supply quantity of the medicine must be increased, at least to 45 units per month.

Yennefer quickly observed the expressions of the two bishops and chimed in, "If we supply more potions every month, the bishops will earn more gold coins, so why not do it?"

Crown did not answer.

Flanders said with a wry smile: "The threat from the evil god is increasing day by day. Under this situation, we are very willing to help our allies, but we are powerless.

I have discussed this with Bishop Crown. The potion requires a special material, and it is difficult to increase the production. "

It is difficult to improve further, but it is not impossible.

If you want to get more, you must make necessary sacrifices and exchange some interests.

Fili pondered for a moment and realized that this was an opportunity for her to make a new bid.

The Brotherhood also has some materials that the church's top leaders want to have, so they must give in.

"We are willing to increase the church's mithril supply by one pound per month."

Mithril is a high-level hard material. Adding it to armor can greatly increase the toughness and hardness of the defense, and can also increase the elemental resistance of the armor.

Adding it to a weapon can increase the damage to spirits such as evil spirits.

In addition, there are more important uses.

Natural mithril ores are extremely rare in nature, and most of the mithril in circulation is synthesized by alchemy.

The Warlock Brotherhood's research on alchemy is much stronger than that of the church.

About two-thirds of the mithril in circulation in the Kingdom of Farouk comes from the Brotherhood.

Flandra came over and sat down on a chair, holding up two fingers, and said with a smile: "Two pounds. If you are willing to increase the supply by two pounds, I am willing to open the secret vault of the church to provide Clown with more potion materials."

"One and a half pounds at most," Fili said, shaking her head.

The synthesis of mithril is very energy-consuming, and they themselves need to reserve enough mithril because high-level warlocks also need to use these materials.

"I think it's possible, but can we produce 60 doses per month?"

Flanders asked, winking at someone obscurely. He did not bargain anymore. Firstly, his target was only one pound, and secondly, he knew that the synthesis of mithril was very complicated.

Clown followed suit and said in a pretentious tone, "This is quite difficult."

"Okay, I get it, let's overcome the difficulties."

The archbishop waved his hand and smiled at the witches, "I agreed on his behalf. As for the details of the transaction, you can discuss them on yourselves."

Clown cleared his throat and said, "I don't have much of this potion left, but I'm willing to work overtime to refine it. Let's put the transaction on hold for half a month.

We will trade on the first day of every month in the church. What do you think?

Fili nodded: "Okay, but the quality of the medicine cannot be reduced."

Are you afraid that I add too much water? Don't worry, I still have a strong sense of contract. I will use the same amount of water as before and will never add more.

"The quality of the medicine will only get higher and higher. I can guarantee that."

Clown said confidently and calmly that as his proficiency in the Golden Light Spell continued to improve, the quality of the Sunfire Liquid he obtained would only get better and better.

Without adding too much water, the quality of the medicine will of course become higher and higher.

Lisa asked, "What is the name of this potion?"

"Jin Guang" is the two Chinese pinyins transliterated by Crown.

It was a very strange name. Was it an ancient potion restored from some ancient book, or was it just a random name?

Lisa frowned slightly. She had wanted to start with the potion's name to see if she could find out its origin.

It was obvious that the other party was very vigilant, and the name of the potion was most likely nonsense.

After the deal was reached, the witches did not stay long and said goodbye and left.

Clown waited until they left and asked, "I have made a contribution to the church. Are there any other rewards?"

Flanders said earnestly: "Isn't it the responsibility of every believer to contribute to the church? Only when the church is stronger can it provide us with a broader platform."

After all this time, the benefits gained have contributed to the society. Klauen laughed and changed the subject: "From your tone, the Brotherhood provides us with a certain amount of Mithril every month?"

"Yes, Mithril is only a small function as a material for forging and making strange objects. It was originally used as a material for silver magic circles."

Flanders came closer and lowered his voice: "Normally speaking, organisms have their own limits. If you want to break this limit and advance to a silver-level organism, you must hold a sublimation ceremony. Mithril is a major material and is in great demand.

Taking the Fire Warrior as an example, if you want to reach a high enough level and take a crucial step, your sublimation magic array will need fifty pounds of mithril.

You can buy a maximum of ten pounds from the church's treasury, and you'll have to figure out the rest on your own."

. . . .

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

It was past closing time when Crown left the Archbishop's room.

Del went to the newspaper office in the afternoon to inquire whether there was any feedback on the information published, and he went back alone.

"Bishop Crown, please wait a moment."

Hearing someone shouting, he stopped and turned around to see Fanny and two female warriors striding towards him with heroic spirit.

Fanny smiled and said, "The new Catholic official took office a few days ago, and I thought he was very busy, so I didn't bother him. I wonder if he has the leisure time now to create a few new enchanted weapons."

"Since you have spoken, I will have time. What kind of weapons do you need?"

"Two one-handed swords made of star iron, for my two guards. They are on the list of the team exploring Lingxu," Fanny said with a smile, pointing at the female warrior behind her.

"No problem. I will send their weapons to the forge tomorrow and ensure that they are delivered to you before the next full moon night."

Clown glanced at the two female warriors behind her and nodded slightly. They were acquaintances whom he had met once before.

"Okay, thank you very much. I will send them to deliver the materials and fees to you tomorrow."

The two chatted for a while and then went their separate ways.

Seeing Clown walking away, Sasha asked softly, "Sir, is this person really the fire warrior that Father Nick brought out from that town?"

Her tone was full of disbelief and her eyebrows were knitted together.

Catherine used her little finger to push the long red hair on her cheeks behind her ears, and laughed, "Hehe," " I remember someone once said that he wanted to teach Bishop Crown a lesson and let him know what the truth of a warrior is. Hmm."

Sasha covered her friend's mouth: "You must have remembered it wrongly."

"Tell me what's going on," Fanny guessed there must be something hidden. "Let go of your hand and let Catherine explain it clearly."

. . . .

211 Rose Street.

Clown sat on the sofa, facing the oil lamp set to maximum brightness, holding a fist-sized white jade stone close to his eyes, feeling its slightly cold touch.

Dick's butt was only sitting on a corner of the chair, his eyes eagerly watching his movements.

He used to be a miner leader. Protected by the Lord of Fire, he was still alive and well after working in the mines for seven or eight years.

He had found this piece of jade when he went down a well. When he saw the crystal clear stone, he kept it in his hand.

This morning I saw in the newspaper that someone was offering a large sum of money to buy it, so I ran to the newspaper office with the idea of ​​making a small fortune. I happened to meet Del who came to inquire about the situation, so I was taken back.

Putting the jade down, Crown nodded slightly.

He raised his palm and said gently:

“It is indeed the cold jade I need, but it is too small and contains many impurities, which does not meet my requirements.

However, I am willing to buy it, as long as you tell me where you got it.

Or if you can produce a palm-sized jade without any impurities, I will pay you according to the price in the newspaper."

People in this world have no special liking for jade. In their eyes, no matter how beautiful it is, it is just a stone.

Therefore, the price Del published was one hundred gold shields, which was considered a sky-high price.

"My Lord, I don't have any more of this stone. I can tell you where I got it. I wonder what price you are willing to pay for this precious information?"

"Del, you discuss this with him."

Crown picked up the jade and went back to his room. There was no need for him to discuss this matter in person now.

After buying the mansion, he will hire a butler and servants to help him take care of the chores.

(End of this chapter)