Chapter 185 Ransom

Flanders and his companions stood guard at the door, waiting for the enemy to come out.

They don't have the warlocks' ability to open locks silently, and it's too cheap to open the door violently.

Five minutes passed. 'Why hasn't this guy come out yet? Is he using mental suggestion to get information?'

Flanders sensed something was wrong, rushed to the door and kicked it open.

'Bang'

The sound of the door colliding with the wall could be heard far away in the silent night.

My door. Crown and the archbishop who broke in stared at each other.

Cavendish stuck his head out and saw the enemy tied up like a dumpling, then he grinned and said, "I won!"

I didn’t win?! Flanders’ good mood of enjoying the wine was gone in an instant: “Are you okay?”

"Should I be okay?" Crown bared his white teeth.

It's really useless. Now I have made a wasted trip.

Flanders walked up to the enemy, gave him a heavy kick, and said, "We were both worried that he might succeed in sneak attacking you with his magic! This man is called Fecarter, one of the two youngest third-level senior members of the Brotherhood.

Uh, the youngest third-level spirit master in the Brotherhood right now should be the spirit master named Lisa."

"My Lords, please help me see what kind of magic these two pets were attacked by and how long it will take for them to recover?"

Clown pointed at the crow and black cat on the sofa. He knew too little about warlock spells and didn't understand what had happened to his pets.

If you grow too fast, you will have other troubles.

He himself has a high immunity to mental spells, and the enemy's spell attacks have little effect on him.

Now I have seen the power of the strengthened Purification Mantra.

Cavendish lifted the black cat by its hind legs and shook it vigorously a few times: "It should be a sleeping spell. It will wake up naturally after the spell power wears off.

This spell is not a harmful spell. It can deepen the quality of sleep and make you sleep like dead.

You need to study the types of spells used by warlocks carefully so that you can take targeted precautions."

"I will try to make up for my lack of knowledge in the future," Crown nodded, agreeing with Cavendish's reminder.

Flanders smiled and said, “Now, we need to discuss the ransom for Fecate. We must pay a heavy price to the bishop who dared to attack the church.

I think he can still afford the price of two thousand gold spirit coins plus some precious materials. Think about what special materials you need, refined gold, secret silver, special alloy formulas, all are fine."

He began to describe Fekart's achievements in alchemy, pointing out what the other party could produce.

The three chatted for a while, and Crown made a decision in his mind.

Cavendish asked, "How did you knock him out?"

Crown raised his arms, circulated the Giant Bear Breathing Technique, and said with a smile: "Two punches to the back of the head."

"He's going to suffer. I don't know how many hours it will take for him to wake up."

The two bishops' eyes narrowed at the same time. Few warlocks were good at close combat, so Fekart had hit a wall.

They re-evaluated Klauen's fighting ability in their hearts. They could only deal with a veteran warlock so easily by launching a sneak attack deliberately.

Crown picked up the door lock that had been kicked off and closed the door.

He fetched a bowl of cold water and poured it on Fekart's face and body, but the other party showed no signs of waking up.

Cavendish advised, “Don’t waste your time, you should know how heavy your fist is.

After the warlocks' blood is activated, their physical fitness will be greatly improved, but they are still not as good as the strongest knights of the same level."

He was deeply impressed by Crown's physical fitness. Although he had just entered the third level, his physical fitness was not much inferior to his.

If he was hit on the back of the head twice by the opponent's fist, he would probably have to lie down for a while.

Waiting was too boring, so Clown took out a bottle of ordinary white wine and said, "You two, please wait. I'll make some snacks to go with the wine."

Flanders nodded. "Okay, let's wait until five in the morning. If he hasn't woken up yet, we'll take Fecat to the prison of the Inquisition."

As he spoke, he picked up the bottle, looked at it, and shook his head slightly.

This is a pretty average white wine that's only been aged for a little over two years.

Cavendish leaned over and whispered, "Old man, a pound of mithril, don't forget it!"

"I can't forget it," said Flanders, placing the bottle gently on the table.

Grilled lamb chops, braised beef in red wine, chicken rolls, bacon, and honey croissants.

They are all common ingredients, not in large quantities, but they are full of flavor.

Crown used up all the family's reserves to make this half table.

Crown filled the wine and invited the two bishops to taste it together: "Your Excellencies, eat it while it's hot."

"You guys eat, I'm not hungry."

Flanders waved his hand and drank his wine.

What happened? It was fine just now?

Crown felt a little puzzled.

"Ignore him. He's just feeling sorry for his stuff."

Cavendish smiled complacently, picked up a golden lamb chop and put it into his mouth.

"Um"

He felt an indescribable special aroma hitting his taste buds. He immediately chewed the food quickly and swallowed it.

After finishing a lamb chop quickly, Cavendish quickly tasted all the dishes.

He stopped talking and just kept eating.

Flanders noticed something strange about his old friend, and the smell of food made him excited, so he took out his knife and fork, cut a lamb chop and put it into his mouth.

You old bastard, not only did you make my mithril, but you also didn't even inform me when you ate such delicious food.

. . . .

Two hours later.

Fekart woke up slowly, feeling severe pain in his head and shoulder blades, and his mouth was dry.

The pain quickly brought him back to consciousness, and he found himself sitting on the sofa, tied tightly with ropes.

"Wizard Fecat, I didn't expect that we would meet in this way."

Flanders noticed some movement from the people around him and spoke gently.

After the three of them finished their midnight snack, they moved the wizard to the sofa.

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

There is no real benefit in letting him lie on the ground except insulting him.

They had no intention of killing Fekart, so they gave him some dignity.

Klauen brought a chair and placed it opposite the wizard. The Archbishop stood up and sat on it. "We need to have a good conversation."

The three of them discussed it and decided to leave the negotiations to Flanders.

Fekart's eyes were unfocused as he recalled what had happened since he entered this room today.

Everything went smoothly at the beginning. I sneaked in, cast a hypnotic spell, and opened the door. I found myself under attack, so I cast a stun spell and began to prepare for a shock spell. Then, my magic armor was broken, and I was hit by two punches. I felt dizzy and passed out.

I was set a trap, but I jumped into it happily and foolishly.

The opponent must have a magical item that can resist mental spells, so that he can resist lullaby and dizziness.

But this is not the point. The point is that his mage armor was broken almost instantly! There is only one answer, the opponent has the strength of a third-level flame fighter.

The intelligence he obtained showed that the opponent was clearly just a flame warrior, but how did he become a flame fighter, and a high-level flame fighter with strong offensive power?! Fekater's eyes regained focus, and his face was full of bitterness.

Flanders' face became serious. "To be honest, I admire your courage to attack the bishop in the church's jurisdiction, Monsignor Fecarter. If it were in other dioceses, you would be hung up and sent to the altar of fire. Tell me why you did this. Were you instructed by someone?"

Bishop?! As expected, this bishop is very well hidden.

The wizard smiled bitterly and said, "Now that things have come to this, I have nothing to say."

He understood that since the church people had put him on the sofa and preserved a last bit of dignity for him, there was still room for negotiation.

Fecat told Rodney the whole story in a very cooperative manner. He did not dare to say that he released the memory spy, but only said that he used hypnosis to make Rodney reveal the truth. The wizard kept talking until he was knocked unconscious, and then explained: "My purpose was just to discuss the potion sale with Bishop Clown, so I sneaked in."

Flanders sneered and interrupted, “Okay, Fecarter, I don’t want to listen to your ridiculous excuses.

The reason we don't want to fall out with the Brotherhood is because we face a common threat.

In the Kingdom of Farouk, anyone who attacked a church bishop would be punished by death according to the law.

But Bishop Crown is merciful and willing to forgive your sins. Tell me, what will you give to buy your life?

If I had known that my target was going to be a bishop, I would have come in a different way.

Fecat said weakly: "His bishop status has not been made public."

Cavendish sneered, "If your identity is revealed, you won't be the only one coming tonight?"

"I really just wanted to have a friendly exchange with Bishop Crown."

Fekart argued that even if it was a lie that no one believed, he still had to continue telling it because he had to keep the fig leaf.

He continued, "If the new bishop of the church is disturbed, I am willing to pay a thousand gold spirit coins as compensation."

Flanders stared at the wizard coldly and said calmly:

"Think about it, how much effort and resources did you put into becoming a third-level warlock? Maybe I should talk to Ms. Fili and see how much sincerity the Brotherhood is willing to show to redeem you."

This proposal broke Fekart's psychological defenses. Although he knew that this was a means forcing him to increase the stakes, he did not dare to gamble again.

If the church really notified the Brotherhood, then the scene he had worked so hard to build would probably be over.

Knowing that the potion was of great significance to the Brotherhood, he did not immediately inform the high-level warlocks for discussion. He would definitely be squeezed out of the core of the Brotherhood.

With a long sigh of annoyance, Fecarter said with difficulty: "I can only take out 1,500 gold spirit coins now, but I am willing to pay another two pounds of refined gold."

The price of one pound of refined gold is about two hundred gold spirit coins.

Flanders shook his head directly: "Not enough!"

There aren't many opportunities to drain a warlock's wallet, so he has to seize them.

After a long while, Fekater spoke again with difficulty: "I'll add another pound of mithril. I'm going bankrupt if I pay for these things."

A pound of mithril costs around eight hundred gold spirit coins.

Flanders nodded slightly. This price was about right, and a little more than he expected.

Klauen responded, "Add another formula and a set of alchemy books, and your alchemy notes. I need a bullet powder formula that can pose a threat to a second-level extraordinary person."

Since the Brotherhood was able to develop high-performance gunpowder that posed a threat to second-level transcendents, he decided to conduct research in this direction.

If he could develop higher quality gunpowder, that would be even better. Even if he couldn't, he could make the bullets the size of cannonballs.

The church has not done in-depth research on alchemy, so if it wants to obtain advanced alchemy knowledge, it can only seek help from the Brotherhood. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The hypnosis in the previous chapter was changed to sleeping spell.

(End of this chapter)