Chapter 714 I had a lot of fun
Now that he had mastered a certain level of knowledge about elves, Aleister could easily confirm that this trading model could indeed be recognized by market supervisors.
This is essentially like asking a ritualist to help you arrange a ceremony while you provide the materials yourself. You worry that the other party will use your precious ritual materials but fail to complete the ceremony, so you charge a deposit...
But in fact, this is the ritualist using the deposit to purchase the "ritual arrangement rights" to practice.
This indeed blocked the loophole in the existing rules of the Church.
As for the decency of the elves, even if they figured it out, they would not get angry and go against their will... At most, they would just make a patch and prohibit this type of "deposit-type transaction" from happening in the future.
Aleister conveyed these things in his heart to Aiwass on the other side - but Aiwass had become quiet and did not respond.
She could only feel the silent and warm feeling coming from there in her heart, just like closing her eyes and embracing the sun.
…Forget it, it seems he’s already asleep.
Aleister shook his head with some regret.
Let's go check on him again in the evening.
"And then?"
She opened her eyes and asked Paul, "How do you do your work?"
"I think..."
Dimitri cheered up.
"Shut up," Aleister interrupted him crisply and turned to look at Paul, "Speak."
"You've probably guessed it... they're dumping the highly concentrated preservative fluid in the specimen barrels, along with the slave corpses they contained, into the sea."
Paul replied respectfully.
"I did think of that," Aleister nodded. "But even if they're concentrated... how much preservative would you need to contaminate marine life under the dilution and self-purification of the ocean? Why not build a test tank to simulate the biosphere and try it out in there first?"
“All of this has already been done.”
Paul nodded. "It's certainly possible to confirm this. What we need to test is to what extent the ocean will eventually dilute the ocean's contents as the distance and time of ocean currents change, as well as the spontaneous migration of marine life."
"Ocean current?"
Aleister said subconsciously, and suddenly realized something.
She widened her eyes slightly. "Wait, I remember... this sea route from the Theocracy to Star Antimony..."
"That's right. The ocean currents in this area run from north to south. This means that these 'nooses' will eventually flow back to the coastal area north of Star Antimony. As long as this potion is diluted to a certain level, it will be harmless to the body - so the experiment is absolutely secret. As long as no one gets sick from it, the experiment will never be discovered.
"Because this potion's ingredients cannot exist in nature. And since this potion is banned, these fishermen and fish are also unlikely to come into contact with it...
"So ultimately, all we need to do is regularly test the fishermen near the port for traces of the 'noose' component, and regularly sample the levels in fish caught at different distances from the ocean, and we'll be able to get a fairly detailed set of data."
Paul said softly.
It was only then that Dimitri fully grasped the full picture of the experiment.
"etc……?"
He looked at his companion in disbelief: "So, they will eventually flow to us?"
"Of course," Paul nodded. "If it spreads to other countries, how can we conduct regular testing?"
"Didn't you say it was a weapon? Why would a Star Antimony weapon be used to harm the Star Antimony people first...?"
Dimitri was puzzled. "Isn't the Ziggurat quite close to the fishing grounds? And aren't you familiar with them?"
Paul wanted to explain, but he opened his mouth, sighed, and chose to remain silent.
Aleister sneered, "The Star People's weapons have harmed the Star People more than once. It's just that you Tower scholars don't have access to the real facts."
"For example... armed gargoyles, you've heard of them, right?"
The black-haired noble girl patiently and gently advised.
"I know, it's Albert Lore's creation!"
Demeter was quite proud of the achievements of his friend and senior. "That's a mass-produced weapon that's fearless and fights automatically! If they had appeared and been mass-produced earlier... those Avalonian griffins would have had a tough time against them!"
"it's useless."
Paul suddenly poured a bucket of cold water on them: "They can't catch up with the griffins."
"Well……"
Dimitri hesitated for a moment, then thought about it and felt that it was true.
"Then do you know," Aleister said lightly, "how much energy is required to arm the gargoyle in actual combat?"
"……energy?"
Dimitri was stunned for a moment. Even Paul looked up curiously.
Apparently, they hadn't considered this at all—for the various necromancy products in the laboratory, they were all dormant and constantly recharging when not needed. Lack of energy was a rather unfamiliar term.
"Mass-produced weapons are required to be in continuous combat. How much time do they have to recharge? And in cross-ocean operations, how much trouble is it to maintain their logistical supply... Do you know?"
"…across the sea?"
Dimitri tilted his head, not quite understanding. "Why do we have to cross the sea? We Star Antimony don't have any overseas territories."
Paul's pupils shrank - he obviously understood what Aleister meant.
Aleister glanced at him, the corners of his mouth rising slightly.
"You bad seed."
She pointed at Paul from a distance and said meaningfully, "To understand so quickly... I guess you must have guessed it a long time ago."
"Guess what?"
"...Armed Gargoyles are autonomous weapons designed for aggression, not defense."
Paul was silent for a moment, then replied, "Like I said—they can't catch up with the griffins."
As defensive weapons, they are completely unsuitable due to their slow movement, slow reaction time, and easy to cause accidental injuries.
But if it's used as an offensive weapon...
...then?
"They can't be charged with charging piles," Paul deduced quickly. "The charging piles in the Ziggurat are used for our grand underground ritual. If we want to make temporary charging piles outside, we'll need to set up a ritual on-site. A standard landing gear that can accommodate twelve armed gargoyles would require the full mana of at least a third-level ritualist..."
"...So, they'll use other methods to recharge?"
"Other ways..."
Hearing this, Dimitri also reacted: "Eating people...?"
His expression suddenly became serious, his brows furrowed, and his originally cheerful expression fell silent.
"...The military is indeed capable of doing such a thing."
Paul was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath. "I roughly know when they did the experiment. They've tested it before..."
"Test?" Demeter asked.
"The test of the armed gargoyles was last year. We were running low on corpses then, so I went to the military to ask for recently executed prisoners."
Paul explained, "Generally speaking, these executed prisoners were supposedly drained of blood. Some were hanged or shot, but their internal organs were generally fresh and intact. But I went back to them with the professor's list and repeatedly requested more, and they only reluctantly gave me a few carts of rotten meat... Much of it had traces of machine gun fire."
"ah!"
Dimitri also recalled: "During that time, we were learning corpse splicing and beauty treatments in advance... So this is the reason!"
"I actually guessed it was related to the Armed Gargoyles. The military wouldn't just look at the results at the test site; they'd definitely test it themselves again when they got back. When I saw some bodies with bite marks... I thought they were testing the Armed Gargoyles' melee abilities."
Paul frowned. "So they were testing... the gargoyle's devouring ability."
Necromancers generally do not allow their creations to consume corpses.
The amount of Dusk power each undead unit can withstand is the result of precise calculations. As the saying goes, "piling corpses is taboo," once the undead begin to devour other corpses, they can easily go mad or lose control.
Dimitri blurted out, "Fortunately, they haven't had time to invade yet. This is too hateful! If they attack us, will we also be blamed by the military?"
"...I need to tell the instructor."
When Paul said this, he subconsciously looked up at Aleister.
Only then did he remember that they were prisoners detained here by Aleister.
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door of the room.
A shadow appeared from a corner that none of them noticed at some point - it was the butler who had captured them before.
It turns out that he has been here all along, but they just didn't see him!
"Hello……"
A slow voice sounded.
The person outside the door was Professor Raxmi.
He nodded slightly, bowed to the honey badger very politely and said, "My students... may have strayed here by mistake. Can I take them away?"
"——Professor Laxmi, right?"
At this moment, Aleister got up from the sofa and walked over.
Professor Laxmi noticed Aleister's pupils, then looked down and noticed the black cross necklace hanging around her neck. His pupils shrank slightly.
Then, he bowed slightly and saluted Aleister respectfully and uprightly: "Yes, Miss. My name is Odvar Rasimi."
"I'm Aleister Crowley."
Aleister performed an elegant skirt-lifting salute, then said with a smile: "Take them away.
"—I had a great time."
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