My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Chapter 185 Ransom

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

They don't have the ability of warlocks to open locks silently, and violent opening is too cheap.

Five minutes passed.

‘Why doesn’t this guy come out? Is he using spiritual suggestion to obtain information? ’

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

'bang'

The sound of banging on the door and wall could be heard far away in the silent night.

My door. Crown and the Archbishop who broke in looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

Cavendi stuck his head out and saw the enemy tied into a rice dumpling. He grinned, "I win!"

I didn't win? !

Flanders' good mood of being able to enjoy the wine suddenly disappeared: "Are you okay?"

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

It's really useless, now it's better, it's a waste of time.

Flanders walked up to the enemy, kicked him hard and said:

"We are both worried that you will be successfully attacked by his spell! This person's name is Feikat, and he is one of the two youngest third-level senior officials in the Brotherhood.

Well, the youngest third-level member of the Brotherhood now should be the spirit master named Lisa. "

"Your Excellencies, please help me find out what kind of spells these two pets were attacked by, and how long will it take to recover?"

Crown pointed at the crow and black cat on the sofa. He still had too little research on the warlock's spells and didn't understand what tricks the pets had fallen into.

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

His own immunity to mental spells is very high, and the enemy's spell attacks have no effect.

Now I can see the power of the strengthened Pure Heart Charm, and enemies of the same level

Cavendi picked up the black cat's hind legs and shook it vigorously: "It should be a slumber spell. It will wake up naturally after the power of the spell passes.

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

You need to study the types of spells used by the warlocks in order to take targeted prevention. "

"I will make up for the lack of knowledge in the future." Crown nodded, deeply agreeing with Cavendi's reminder.

Flanders smiled and said: "Now, we need to discuss the ransom issue of Feikat. If the bishop dares to sneak attack the church, he must be severely punished.

I think he can still come up with the price of two thousand gold spirit coins plus some precious materials. Think about what special materials you need, such as fine gold, mithril, or special alloy formulas. "

He began to talk about Feikat's achievements in alchemy and pointed out what kind of things the other party could come up with.

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

Cavendi asked: "How did you knock him out?"

Crown raised his arms, started the giant bear breathing technique, and said with a smile: "Two punches to the back of the head."

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

The eyes of the two bishops shrank at the same time. Few warlocks were good at close combat. Feikat had hit the wall.

They re-evaluated Crown's combat effectiveness in their hearts. They could only defeat a veteran warlock in a calculated and unintentional sneak attack.

Crown picked up the kicked-off door lock and closed the door.

He brought a bowl of cold water and poured it on Feikat's face and body, but he showed no sign of waking up.

Cavendi advised: "Don't waste any effort, you should know how heavy your fist is.

After the bloodline of the warlocks is activated, although their physical fitness will increase significantly, they are still not as good as the most powerful knights of the same level. "

He was deeply impressed by Kroun's physical fitness. Although the opponent had just entered the third level, his physical fitness was inferior to him.

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

It was too boring to wait, so Kroun took out a bottle of ordinary white wine and said:

"Your Excellencies, please wait while I prepare some side dishes to go with the wine."

Flanders nodded: "Okay, let's wait until five o'clock in the morning. If the other party hasn't woken up yet, we will take Fekart to the prison of the Inquisition."

He said, picked up the wine bottle, looked at it, and shook his head slightly.

This is a very average white wine that has only been aged for a little over two years.

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

"I can't forget it," Flanders said, placing the bottle on the table with a gentle force.

Pan-fried lamb chops, red wine braised beef, chicken rolls, bacon, honey croissants.

They are all ordinary ingredients, not much in quantity, but full of flavor.

Crown used up all his family's reserves to make such a half-table.

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

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

Flanders waved his hand and drank the wine himself.

What's going on? You were fine just now?

Kroun felt a little baffled.

"Ignore him, he just cares about himself."

Cavendi smiled triumphantly, picked up a golden mutton chop and put it into his mouth.

"Um"

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

A mutton chop was eaten quickly, and Cavendi quickly tasted all the dishes. He stopped talking and ate silently.

Flanders noticed something strange about his old friend, and the smell of food made people want to eat. He also took out his knife and fork, cut off a mutton chop and put it in his mouth.

You old bastard, you earned my mithril without telling me, and you didn’t even notify me when you ate such delicious food.

. . . .

Two hours later.

Feikat woke up leisurely. He felt severe pain in his head and shoulder blades, and his mouth was dry.

The pain made him wake up quickly, and he found himself sitting on the sofa, his body tied tightly with ropes.

"Wizard Feikat, I didn't expect that we would meet in such a form."

Flanders noticed the movement of the people around him and said gently.

After the three of them finished their supper, they moved the wizard onto the sofa.

Leaving him lying on the ground would achieve no real benefit other than humiliation.

They had no intention of killing Feikat, so they retained a trace of dignity for the other party.

Crown moved a chair and placed it opposite the wizard. The archbishop stood up and sat on it: "We need to have a good communication."

The three of them discussed it and left the negotiation to Flanders.

Feikat's eyes were unfocused as he thought about what happened when he entered this room today.

Everything went well at the beginning. Sneak in, release the hypnotic spell, and open the door. When you find you are being attacked, cast the stun spell and start preparing for the shock spell.

Then, his magic armor was broken and he received two punches. He felt the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and he fainted.

I was trapped, but I jumped in happily and foolishly.

The opponent must have a magical object that resists mental spells, so that he can resist lullabies and stun spells.

But that's not the point. The point is that his mage armor was broken almost instantly!

There is only one answer, the strength of the opponent's third-level flame warrior.

According to the information he obtained, the other party was clearly just a Flame Warrior, but how did he turn into a Flame Warrior, or a highly aggressive high-level Flame Warrior? !

Feikat's eyes regained focus, and his face was filled with bitterness.

Flanders looked serious:

"To be honest, I admire your courage in attacking the bishop in the church area, Lord Feikat. If you were in other dioceses, you would be hung up and sent to the altar of Vulcan. Tell me why you did this, under the instructions of others?"

bishop? ! Sure enough, this bishop is very hidden.

The wizard smiled miserably and said, "Now that things have reached this point, I have nothing to say."

He understood that since the church people put him on the sofa to save him the last trace of dignity, there was still room for negotiation.

Feikat was very cooperative and told the story of the incident like a bamboo tube pouring beans. He did not dare to say that he released the memory peeping, 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 Crown, so I sneaked in."

Flanders sneered and interrupted: "Okay, Fekart, I don't want to hear your ridiculous excuses.

The reason we don't want to get into trouble with the Brotherhood is because we face a common threat.

In the Kingdom of Faruk, anyone who attacks a church bishop will be executed according to law.

But Bishop Crown is merciful and willing to forgive your sins. Tell me, what are you buying your life for? "

If I had known that the target had become a bishop, I would have changed my approach.

Feikat said weakly: "His identity as bishop has not been made public."

Cavendi sneered: "If your identity is revealed, will you be the only one coming tonight?"

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

Feikat argued that even if no one believed the lie, he would still tell it, and he still had to have this fig leaf.

He continued: "If it disturbs the new bishop of the church, I am willing to pay one thousand gold spiritual coins as compensation."

Flanders stared at the wizard coldly and said calmly:

"Think about it, how much effort and resources did you spend to become a third-level warlock?

Maybe I should talk to Ms. Philly and see how willing the Brotherhood is to redeem you. "

This proposal broke through Feikat's psychological defense. He knew that this was a way for the other party to force him to increase his bet, but he did not dare to bet again.

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

Knowing that the potion was of such great significance to the Brotherhood, he did not immediately notify the high-level warlock to discuss and negotiate. He would definitely be squeezed out of the core of the Brotherhood.

Feikat let out a long breath of annoyance and said with difficulty:

"I can only offer 1,500 gold spirit coins now, but I am willing to offer another two pounds of fine gold."

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

Flanders shook his head directly: "Not enough!"

There are not many opportunities to drain a warlock's wallet, so he must seize it.

After a long time, Feikat spoke again with difficulty: "I will add another pound of mithril. I will go bankrupt after paying for these things."

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

Flender nodded slightly, the price was about the same, it was more than he expected.

Crown responded: "Add another formula and a set of alchemy books, as well as your alchemy notes. I need the kind of bullet and gunpowder formula that can pose a threat to second-level extraordinary beings."

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

It would be better if he could research higher-quality gunpowder. Even if he couldn't, he could make bullets the size of cannonballs and use them.

The church's research on alchemy is not deep. If you want to obtain advanced alchemical knowledge, you can only find a way from the brotherhood. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

　Changed the hypnosis technique in the previous chapter to slumber technique.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)