Chapter 203 Secrets

In the afternoon, Crown knocked on the door of the cardinal's room, and Del followed behind him, carrying two thin wooden boxes in natural wood color on his shoulders.

"Come in."

The two entered the house, and Del put down one of the wooden boxes and said, "Sir, I will deliver Catherine's weapons."

Clown nodded slightly and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"My Lords, I will take my leave."

Del bent slightly and backed away.

Opening the wooden box, Crown took out a matte silver shield and said proudly, "The shield is ready. Archbishop, please take a look!"

"Yes, you are very efficient. When you talked about it yesterday, weren't they manufacturing yet?"

Flanders stood up from the wide chair, took the shield with a smile, and carefully looked at the front of the shield decorated with exquisite seashell patterns.

Grasping the handle and swinging it a few times, he released the holy power.

Golden lines lit up inside the silver shield, covering the entire shield surface.

Nodding with satisfaction, Flanders put away his shield and pointed at the long sword in the wooden box and asked:

"Is this for Bishop Cavendish?"

"Yes, I want to leave it with you first and give it directly to the bishop when he comes back."

The archbishop picked up the sword and infused it with holy power. The weapon made of Valyrian steel also turned golden, and the room became a golden ocean, as if sunlight was pouring in through the window.

"Great, the activation of the magic arrays for both weapons went very smoothly. Your forging skills are much higher than those of Andrea and the others."

Flanders stared at him for a while and said jokingly, "Sometimes I really want to hand you over to those sorcerers to study and see what's so special about your bloodline.

It's not enough that the extraordinary people advance very quickly, but they also have such amazing forging skills. Although I haven't seen how good your pharmacist is, I heard Nick mention that his level is also very high."

Crown laughed and said, “This idea is a sellout.”

After a pause, he repeated his idea about the rapid-fire firearm and asked:

“Do you think this technology can be released to the public?”

The archbishop raised his eyebrows and said seriously, "I forgot one thing just now. Your thinking is much faster than others."

What's the hurry? I just have the knowledge of another world. After all, I am a civilization that has begun to explore space.

Crown shook his head: "I sometimes think about things."

"Your idea was actually proposed by a group of inventors in the Wonderful Item Manufacturing Association in the capital of the kingdom a few years ago, and they succeeded in their research."

"However, this technology was eventually suppressed due to pressure from the Pope and was not promoted. I also agree that it should not be promoted."

"These people still think that the church is trying to maintain its superior status and is afraid of their progress. What I want to say is that there is no need to explain the coldness of winter to insects that can only live in summer."

Flanders waved his hand and continued, "Our minds are not on the same level at all! This kind of weapon is more likely to cause casualties to ordinary people. If extraordinary people wear advanced armor, they will not be afraid of these so-called automatic loading and rapid shooting weapons.

Facing the evil god, no matter how many ordinary people pick up this kind of weapon, it will be useless, even if they have stronger weapons. "

The archbishop tapped his head with his index finger:

“The souls of ordinary people are too weak for the evil gods. They are like candles lit in the wild on a cold winter day, which will go out if blown.

The evil gods can easily control the minds of ordinary people and make them kill each other. The more powerful the weapons in their hands, the faster they die. It's really ironic.

The only role of ordinary people is to pray and provide energy for the church's protection array.

This statement is cruel, but it is the truth.

Why do the various churches have such a transcendent status in the kingdom? It was obtained by the bloody battles led by the gods during the holy wars!"

. . . .

Crown walked out of the Archbishop's room with a heavy heart.

The other party briefly recounted some fierce battle scenes that had taken place. He speculated that there were originally more than seven gods in this world, and many of them had died in the holy war.

In the end, it seemed that no victory was achieved, and the people of the world huddled together, struggling to survive in the endless darkness.

Later, the gray fog disappeared at some point, as if 'it' had arrived inexplicably, and those evil gods fell into a deep sleep.

He took a deep breath, slowly let out the frustration in his heart, clenched his fists, and then slowly released them.

After adjusting his emotions, he strode away, with a small spark rising in his heart: 'Maybe, I can change something.'

With the golden wall, he has the possibility of becoming infinitely stronger. The Golden Light Spell can naturally restrain these evil things, so he may be able to blaze a path that no one (God) has ever walked before.

After figuring this out, he walked more lightly and headed straight for the pharmacy department. The priests on the road bowed their heads in greeting when they saw the bishop's emblem on his chest.

. . . .

Eugene Robinson walked out of the laboratory, scratching his remaining hair in annoyance. The constant changes in the medicinal properties of the herbs made him crazy.

The preparation of the third-level potion failed again, and his assistant Loft ran in and told him that a bishop had come and must see him.

He walked back to the office with a sullen look on his face, and the moment he pushed the door open, a friendly smile appeared on his face, as if he had cast a spell to change his face.

He was full of bitterness and hatred one moment and a friendly look the next.

The main reason why he was able to become the head of the pharmacy department was that he did not have the arrogance of other senior pharmacists, and he was always humble when facing the bishops.

Seeing the newcomer, Eugene was surprised at his youth. He bowed and said:

"You must be the new bishop, His Excellency Crown. I have heard of you for a long time. Please take a seat."

Clown looked at the head of the pharmacy department who had intelligence written all over his head, bowed in return and said with a smile: "It's me. Mr. Eugene is the church's leading pharmacist. I have long admired him."

Yes, I came here for a whole day and night.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and then Clown told them the purpose of his visit: "This time, I came here to get some third-level potion formulas. They are Molten Fire Potion and the third-level Giant Bear Breathing, Rock Breathing, and Silver Fox Breathing."

"Okay."

Eugene agreed readily, found a three-finger-thick tome from his bookcase, took out a few pages from it, and handed them over with both hands.

"Thanks."

Crown took the recipe and looked at it carefully. The recipe and refining steps were naturally imprinted in his mind and became part of his herbal medicine skills.

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

The potions for the three breathing methods of Giant Bear, Rock, and Silver Fox are Bear Heart Potion, Control Potion, and Lightning Potion respectively.

He then returned the recipe.

This is the advantage of joining a big force. Many things are readily available. Otherwise, you have to find someone to trade with, which is time-consuming and laborious.

In Eugene's eyes, the other party just glanced at it casually and returned the things. He couldn't help but complain in his heart: "This new bishop is so idle. Do you think you can learn to make potions just by reading the formula twice? Childish!"

Klauen thought about the complexity of the four potions and the raw materials, and asked, "What potion materials are currently in the warehouse?"

After the gray fog descends, some recipes may no longer be able to produce usable potions.

For example, the bear heart potion originally required the heart blood of a third-level iron-armored bear. Now it is probably unrealistic to find an animal in the wild that has not mutated.

"Only the materials for the Molten Fire Potion can be distributed in several portions."

I have to report too much loss again, and I may not pass the assessment this month, Eugene said with a little embarrassment, the materials for the lightning potion are easy to deal with, but allocating several portions of the materials for the molten fire potion would make my job more difficult.

Now that the bishop has spoken, it is not easy to refute him in person.

"See how many portions you can spare and give them all to me. The more the better. Also give me a batch of firepower potion materials. I will buy them at the market price."

Eugene looked much better when he heard that he could get compensation. He shouted to the outside of the door, "Loft."

When the assistant came in, he continued, "Take out five portions of Molten Fire Potion materials and fifty portions of Firepower Potion materials from the warehouse."

"Your Excellency the Bishop, if you want to purchase materials for other potions, you can go to the Warlock Brotherhood and ask. However, third-tier potions are in great demand, so they may have already been supplied to old customers."

"Thanks for letting me know. If I want to buy some materials for the Molten Fire Potion every month, I can take a few copies."

"Three servings, no more."

Klauen nodded slightly. If one batch of materials was successfully refined, three potions could be obtained. If he could increase the success rate, plus the quota from the church, he could use up to 11 potions per month.

If he could get some advice from the Brotherhood, it should be possible to achieve potion freedom.

Loft soon returned here, placed the potion ingredients on the table and left.

After checking the materials skillfully, Crown asked, "What's the price?"

"What's the point of talking about money?" Eugene said politely, and immediately added: "Five gold spirit coins for one material."

"Okay, I understand."

Clown stood up and packed up the materials and held them in his hands: "I don't have any spirit coins with me. I'll give them to you tomorrow."

Ah, if you forget it tomorrow, should I ask you for it or not? Eugene was in a bad mood. It was uncomfortable to ask for it or not.

Although he was in a complicated mood, he still smiled on the surface:

"Haha, it's okay. Master, let me take you there."

. . . .

News came from the front line that the defense of Lorente Town has been stabilized.

Clown's life was dull and peaceful. He spent the day with his two pets in the forging workshop working on the Golden Light Spell, and at night he came back to study herbology.

He did not directly refine the third-level potion, but repeatedly made the firepower potion.

When the firepower potion no longer provides proficiency, he will start to refine the molten fire potion, which can save a lot of high-level materials.

Two days later in the afternoon, Clown was meditating on the Golden Light Mantra, and a faint sense of joy arose in his heart.

It must be that his animal taming skills have advanced. He ended his visualization and summoned a golden wall.

[Beast Taming: 3/10000; Level 3] (You have already grasped some of the essence of beast taming.

Special Effect 1: Extraordinary Cultivation. You can cultivate your pet to an extraordinary level.

Special Effect 2: Beast Eyes. You can observe the world from the perspective of your pet. ） (End of this chapter)