My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Chapter 190 The Use of Mithril

Flender walked over and said rather playfully: "I don't dare, not that I can't?!"

Yennefer chuckled and tried to smooth things over: "The evil god is a common danger to all humans, and we should be united.

This has always been the philosophy of the Archbishop, and the Brotherhood deeply agrees with this view.

Today we come with sincerity and the purpose is to facilitate transactions. No one's gold spirit coins fall from the sky, bargaining is a normal process. "

With the archbishop stepping forward to support the evildoer, Crown had no intention of lowering the price.

The third-level spirit control master came here and released another message: 'It is also good enough for third-level spirit control. ’

He holds monopoly resources and has the strength to protect his own interests. All the initiative is in his own hands. He said calmly:

"The price cannot be lowered. If you can't accept this, then I won't accompany you. I'm still very busy."

For others, time may not be so precious, but for him, the golden wall can record every minute and every second of growth, and he does not want to be idle here.

After a short silence, Feili said:

"If the price cannot be negotiated, then the quantity can be increased to 60 pieces, and we are willing to accept this price."

When she arrived, Lisa repeatedly emphasized that she needed to use a large amount of golden potion to personally test the effect, at least ensuring that she had one pill a day.

If the supply is limited to thirty pills per month, there will be no extra potion for other spirit masters.

What the Brotherhood wants is a group of third-level spirit masters, not a stronger spirit master.

This is also the ultimate goal they need to achieve today: it doesn't matter whether the price is lowered or not, but the supply of medicine must be increased, at least to 45 per month.

Yennefer quickly observed the expressions of the two bishops and said helpfully: "If more medicines are supplied every month, the bishops will receive more gold spirit coins. Why not do it."

Crown didn't answer.

Flanders said with a smile: "The threat of evil gods is increasing day by day. In this situation, we are very happy to help our allies, but we are powerless.

I talked with Bishop Crown about this matter. The potion requires a special material, and it is difficult to increase the production. "

It is difficult to improve, but it is not impossible to improve.

If you want to get more, you must make necessary sacrifices and make some exchanges of interests.

Feili pondered for a moment and understood that this gave her an opportunity to make a new bid.

The Brotherhood also has some materials in its hands that the church's senior leaders want to possess, and they must let go.

"We are willing to increase the church's supply of mithril by one pound per month."

Mithril is a high-level hard pass material. Adding it to armor can greatly increase the toughness and hardness of the defense, and can also increase the elemental resistance of the armor.

Adding it to a weapon can increase the damage to spirits such as evil spirits.

In addition, there are more important uses.

Natural mithril minerals are very rare in nature, and most of the mithril in circulation is synthesized using alchemy.

The Warlock Brotherhood's research on alchemy is much stronger than that of the Church.

About two-thirds of the mithril in circulation in the Farouk Kingdom comes from the Brotherhood.

Flandre pulled over a chair and sat down, stretched out two fingers, smiled and said: "Two pounds, if you are willing to increase the supply of two pounds, I am willing to open the church's secret treasury to provide more medicine to Crown Material."

"A pound and a half at most," Feili said, shaking her head.

The synthesis of mithril is very energy-consuming, and they also need to reserve enough mithril reserves themselves, because high-level warlocks also need to use these materials.

"I think it's okay, but can we achieve a monthly production of 60 medicines?"

Flanders asked, blinking vaguely at someone. He did not bargain any more. Firstly, his target was originally only one pound, and secondly, he also knew that the synthesis of mithril was very complicated.

Crown cooperated with the acting, pretending to be embarrassed and said: "This is quite difficult."

"Okay, I get it, let's overcome the difficulties."

The archbishop waved his hand and smiled at the witches: "I agreed on his behalf. As for the details of the transaction, you can negotiate on your own."

Crown cleared his throat and said: "I don't have much left of this potion, but I am willing to work overtime to refine it, and the transaction will be done in half a month.

We trade on the first day of every month, and the place is in the church. What do you think? "

Feili nodded: "Yes, but the quality of the potion cannot be reduced."

Is this because I'm afraid I've added too much water? Don't worry, I still have a very contractual spirit. I will never add more water than I use now, as much as I used before.

"The quality of the potions will only get higher and higher, I can guarantee that."

Crown said confidently and calmly that as the proficiency of the Golden Light Spell continues to improve, the quality of the Sunfire Liquid obtained will only get better and better.

Without adding more water, the quality of the medicine will of course become higher and higher.

Lisa said: "What is the name of this potion?"

"Golden Light", Croun transliterated two Chinese pinyin. What a weird name. Is it an ancient medicine restored from that ancient book, or is it just a random name?

Lisa frowned slightly. She originally wanted to start with the name of the potion to see if she could find out its origin.

It was obvious that the other party was very vigilant, and the name of the potion was most likely nonsense.

After the deal was concluded, the witches did not stay long and left.

Crown waited until they left and asked:

"I have made a contribution to the church. Are there any other rewards?"

Flanders said earnestly: "Isn't it the responsibility of every church member to contribute to the church? The stronger the church, the more powerful it can provide us with a broader platform."

After working on it for a long time, the benefits gained added to the club's strength. Kroun laughed and directed the topic elsewhere: "From your tone, the Brotherhood will provide us with a certain amount of mithril every month?"

"Yes, mithril's use as a material for forging and manufacturing rare objects is just a small function of it. It was originally used as a material for the silver magic circle."

Flanders came closer and spoke in a very low voice: "Normally speaking, living organisms have their own limits. If you want to break these limits and advance to become a silver-level creature, you must perform a sublimation ceremony. Mithril is an important Materials are in great demand.

Taking the Flame Warrior as an example, if you reach a high enough level and want to take a crucial step, your Ascension Witch Array will require fifty pounds of mithril.

You can buy up to ten pounds from the church's secret treasury, and you have to figure out the rest on your own. "

. . . .

When Crown left the archbishop's room, it was already past the off-duty time.

Del went to the newspaper office in the afternoon to ask if there was any feedback on the published information, and he went back alone.

"Bishop Crown, please wait."

Hearing someone shouting, he stopped and turned around to see Fanny and two female warriors striding over bravely.

Fanny smiled and said: "The new Catholic officials took office and were expected to be very busy, so I didn't bother them. I wonder if I have time now to build a few new enchanted weapons."

"Your Majesty, you must have time to speak. I wonder what weapons you need?"

"Two one-handed swords made of star iron, for my two guards. They are exploring the list of the Lingxu team." Fanny pointed at the female warrior behind her and smiled.

"No problem. We will send their weapons to the forge workshop tomorrow, and I guarantee they will be in your hands before the next full moon night."

Crown glanced at the two female warriors behind her and nodded slightly. They were both acquaintances.

"Okay, thank you very much. I will send them to deliver the materials and fees to you tomorrow."

The two chatted for a while and then separated.

When Sasha saw Crown walking away, she asked softly: "Sir, is this man really the Flame Warrior that Father Nick brought out from what town?"

Her tone was full of disbelief, and her eyebrows knitted together.

Catherine used her little finger to push the long red hair on her cheek behind her ear, and said with a "haha" smile:

"I remember someone once said that Bishop Crown should be taught a lesson and let him know the truth about a warrior. Hmm."

Sasha covered her friend's mouth: "You must have remembered it wrong."

"Tell me what's going on." Fanny expected that there must be a hidden secret. "Let go of your hand and let Catherine explain clearly."

. . . .

No. 211 Rose Street.

Kroun sat on the sofa, facing the oil lamp that was adjusted to the maximum brightness, holding a white jade stone as big as his fist close to his eyes, feeling the cold touch.

Dick's buttocks were only sitting on a corner of the chair, staring at his movements eagerly.

He was once a miner leader and was protected by the Lord of Fire. He was still alive and kicking after seven or eight years in the mine.

This piece of jade was obtained by him once going down a well. When he saw that the stone was crystal clear, he kept it in his hand.

This morning I saw someone in the newspaper asking for a lot of money, so I ran to the newspaper office with the idea of ​​making a small fortune. I happened to meet Del who came to inquire about the situation, and he was brought back.

Putting the jade down, Crown nodded slightly.

He raised his palm and said warmly:

"It is indeed the cold jade I need, but it is too small and contains a lot of impurities, which does not meet my requirements.

Still, I'm willing to buy it, if you tell me where I got it.

Or you can bring out a palm-sized piece of jade without any impurities, and I will pay you according to the price in the newspapers. "

People in this world have no special love for jade. In their eyes, no matter how beautiful it is, it is just a stone.

Therefore, the price of one hundred gold shields quoted by Delcan is a sky-high price.

"Sir, I don't have any more of this stone. I can tell you where I got it. I wonder what price you are willing to pay for this precious information?"

"Del, you discuss it with him."

Crown picked up the jade and got up and returned to his room. He didn't need to talk about this kind of thing in person now.

After purchasing the mansion, he would hire a housekeeper and servants to help him take care of the chores.

(End of this chapter)