Chapter 251 New Mithril Trading Plan
Crown jumped back and forth, never getting tired of it.
Every time the Golden Light is released, the Golden Light Mantra can gain about two hundred points of proficiency.
In less than five minutes, he had used up most of the stored Sunfire Fluid and summoned a wall of gold.
[Golden Light Mantra: 56689/100000; Level 2]
'I don't know how long this place will last, it would be great if it could help me get the Golden Light Curse to the third level.'
Crown laughed in silence, and returned to the steam locomotive, away from this malicious and deformed area.
Another half an hour passed and he saw Flanders coming out from inside and immediately went forward to greet him.
"Archbishop, what's going on?"
"The meteorite you mentioned has disappeared. I only saw the impact crater. Later, a ball of light similar to gas came out to attack me, but it was no match for me. I injured it and it ran away.
That thing was able to move very quickly in this area, and I couldn't find where it had escaped to. The laws of this area can accelerate the consumption of body energy, so I had to leave first."
Clown was in a dilemma. The good news was that the Archbishop could suppress the monster in the meteorite. The bad news was that the monster was very slippery and the Archbishop couldn't catch it.
Seeing the expression on his face, Flanders comforted him, "You don't have to worry. That strange creature that looks like light needs a specific law environment to survive. It can't leave this area."
“But the area is growing.”
“The laws here are completely different from those in the material plane. The larger the area, the more serious the conflict between the two laws. This area cannot continue to expand.
Let me rest for a while, then I'll go in and investigate."
"Archbishop, do you think it is possible to mobilize a large force to encircle and suppress the rebellion?"
If this method works, they might be able to use human lives to solve the problem.
"It's useless. Low-level transcendents can only become food for monsters. At least bishop-level combat power needs to be called upon.
We cannot afford to lose a large number of bishops, but the danger here can at least be avoided."
The two stopped talking. The archbishop drank a bottle of holy water and closed his eyes to restore his strength. Clown began to visualize the golden light spell.
An hour later, Flanders set out again. Clown obtained some Sunfire Liquid, and his life force was restored a lot. He happily released Golden Light twice.
The Archbishop entered the alienated area twice in succession to look for the enemy, but found nothing. The monster never appeared.
Clown knew that the enemy was deliberately avoiding battles with the strong, and he felt both happy and worried.
The good news is that the monster's strength does not make people despair. The silver rank can pose a great threat to it. The worrying thing is that the enemy has a high intelligence and knows how to seek benefits and avoid harm.
The monsters can move quickly in the alienated area, so he needs to think carefully about his idea of taking advantage of them to quickly improve his proficiency in the Golden Light Spell.
He is making progress, and the monster will not stand still. If the enemy suddenly gains the ability to control him for a short period of time and can withstand multiple bursts of golden light, he may die here.
After thinking it over, he decided that he couldn't act alone and take over here.
. . . .
Five days later, Flanders left by airship.
The matter was not resolved, but fortunately the alienated area stopped expanding.
Crown's gains were enormous. His proficiency in the Golden Light Spell had grown to 61,753 points. This improvement in just over a week exceeded that of several months before.
The alienated area has been listed as a restricted area and there is currently no direct conflict with the new parish.
Two more days passed, and it was time to trade with the Warlock Brotherhood again.
After checking the mithril that Lisa had brought out, Clown nodded with satisfaction and handed the prepared potion to her:
“It’s a pleasure to work with you. I have a suggestion. If you can provide more than two pounds of mithril every month, the price of the Golden Light Potion will be 6 Gold Spirit Coins per bottle.
If the mithril exceeds four pounds, I am willing to reduce the price of the Golden Light Potion to 5 Gold Spirit Coins.
If the mithril exceeds six pounds, the potion can be traded for 4 gold coins."
Lisa couldn't help but smile when she heard his words, thinking: "Why does he need so much mithril? Is he preparing materials for the sublimation array? No, he advanced to the third-level extraordinary a few months later than me. It's impossible that he prepared it for himself. It should be for his friends or the church's instruction.
But that doesn't matter to me. What matters is how much profit I can make from the transaction.'
"I can convey your intention to the Brotherhood, but I am not sure what the outcome will be."
Now that Fecart, one of the high-level alchemists in the Brotherhood, has left, the production of mithril has decreased significantly.
She planned to persuade Witch Fili to withdraw more money from the Brotherhood's warehouse, and she had already thought of a reason.
Crown smiled cordially: "I believe you will find a way."
"Your Excellency thinks highly of me."
Lisa checked the amount of medicine and stood up to say goodbye:
"I need to go back to Rhine City and try to get more Mithril."
Crown saw her off and went to Nick's office.
"How come you have time to come to my place today?"
Nick said jokingly that this friend has always been very busy, otherwise he would not have achieved his current success.
Now that he has come to my house on his own initiative, there must be something else going on.
He took out a bottle of white wine and poured them both:
"Come on, have a drink."
The two haven't had a drink together for a long time, so today they have the chance, so of course they have to have a drink.
"Thank you," Crown laughed twice, drank the wine in the glass, and motioned for the other party to refill it.
After drinking two glasses in a row, he said afterward: "Good wine."
"Three-year-old white wine is at its best. Your wine cellar should be filled up by your butler, and in another two years, the authentic good wine will be ready to drink."
Crown thought of the oak barrels that Del and his family had brought when they moved, and nodded with satisfaction.
Having a housekeeper with good taste did improve his quality of life.
He remembered something important and said, "I have something I want to ask you for help with. Do you have any mithril in your hand? Lend me some and I will pay you back slowly in the future."
"Mythril, I don't have much, only about two pounds. How much do you need?"
"About thirty pounds."
"What are you doing?"
Nick asked suspiciously. He originally thought that the other party wanted to forge a soul-infused weapon. This gap in usage was not as simple as forging a weapon.
"Hey, prepare the materials for the magic circle."
Magic array materials?
Nick repeated in his mind, and suddenly opened his eyes wide:
"Are you sure you're not kidding?"
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
As far as he knew, there was only one thing that required a large amount of mithril as a material, and that was the advanced silver sublimation array. The mithril essence was used to condense silver blood.
I just caught up with you and became a bishop, and you told me that you have touched the threshold of advancing to silver? Be a human being...
"My blood and breathing techniques can achieve a mutually reinforcing effect, so the progress is a bit faster."
Clown attributed everything to his bloodline. In fact, he did not say that it was his bloodline that carried the golden wall, the golden light spell, and everything he had now.
Nick drank two glasses of wine, calmed himself down, and said, "When do you want to use it?"
This friend always achieved something beyond his expectations, surprising him more each time.
“It will be needed before the end of next month at the earliest.”
Crown gave a conservative figure, saying that if the sun essence was used, the progress of the fire breath would be faster.
"I see. Fanny also has some mithril. I'll discuss it with her."
"Thank you very much."
"You're welcome. When you become a Silver Warrior, you have to protect me."
"no problem."
. . . .
Half a month later, night.
9 Solent Street, underground training ground.
Crown stopped and finished practicing the breathing technique. He had just used up the last bottle of Molten Fire Potion in his hand.
When his breathing became even again, he summoned a wall of gold.
[Flame Breath: 10352/12000; Level 3]
The effect of the Molten Fire Potion has decreased a lot. Each potion I have taken recently can only increase my proficiency by about 80 points on average.
After the proficiency level reaches 10,000 points, the proficiency level of each team can only be increased by less than 30 points.
If you don't take the medicine, you can only improve by a dozen points in two hours.
Clown started taking Sun Essence and advanced to Silver level sooner. Then he would have the confidence to go to the place where the star creatures landed and happily reap the benefits.
The scope of the restricted area has not expanded, and the strange creatures have shown no signs of leaving.
A drop of sun essence gurgled down the throat, and a feeling far hotter than the source of life breathed out by fire spread throughout the body.
He felt his skin burning and the air he breathed was as hot as magma.
Half an hour later, he finally recovered. The burning sensation in his body disappeared, replaced by a comfortable feeling, and every pore revealed joy.
He summoned the golden wall again and saw that his proficiency in Fire Breath had increased by 154 points.
If the effect of Sun Essence does not decrease, only ten more drops of Sun Essence are needed to increase the Flame Breath to the critical point.
An hour later, Crown took another drop of Sunsperm.
. . . .
Fecat got into the VIP cabin of the airship bound for Sandini Island and breathed a sigh of relief.
In another half month of flying, he would be able to reach the holy land of the Brotherhood.
He patted his waist bag, where twenty golden potions were placed.
As long as the potion's effect is proven, most of the Brotherhood Council members will want to capture the pharmacist who invented the potion without his help.
He knew too well the desire for power of those congressmen who were used to being high and mighty. The only difficulty was helping the congressmen make up their minds.
Members of Parliament may be greedy but they are not stupid. Without absolute certainty of succeeding and clearing themselves of any connection, they may not be willing to take the most radical measures.
'How can we convince the members of parliament?'
Fekart closed his eyes and thought again whether his opinions and words could convince the congressman.
"I heard that half a month ago, a councillor achieved the silver rank."
"Is the news reliable?"
"Of course it is reliable. It is said that the Island of Xandani is ready to announce this good news to all major churches.
I have a brother who is a third-level warlock on the island. His information cannot be wrong. The era when only the pope of the church was a fourth-level transcendent is over..."
Fekart was delighted when he heard the discussion of the people around him. If the Brotherhood also had a silver-rank leader, he would have a better chance of convincing the councilors.
As strength grows, ambition will surely expand.
(End of this chapter)