When a peripheral member proves his ability and loyalty, he can apply to the organization, and then I will come forward to help him complete the lich transformation ceremony.

In short, for core members, our principle is that there is no option to withdraw.

But for peripheral members, whether they join the core or choose to withdraw, it is their own freedom."

Jeffrey nodded thoughtfully: "Understood. In other words, our apprentices cannot join the core for the time being, but they can participate in activities as peripheral members of the organization. As for those we know who are about to come to the end of their lifespan, but

For old friends who are unwilling to die like this, you can try to win them over."

"That's right. Please keep one thing in mind, that is, although you are all lich, it does not mean that you can act unscrupulously."

Zuo Si solemnly warned several lichs.

Because he knew that maybe the newly born lich would still retain some of his habits and ways of thinking.

But as time goes by, negative energy and undead instincts will gradually make them lose their humanity. Eventually, they will only pay attention to things that interest them, and not care about the rest.

If you can get what you want by killing a whole city, then those lichs who have lived for hundreds or even thousands of years will definitely do it without hesitation, without considering the consequences.

This is most evident in Sammaster, the founder of the Dragon Worship Cult.

When he fought against Lathander, Lord of the Dawn, the gap in hard power between the two sides had reached a point where it could not be bridged.

But even so, the former still did not hesitate to use his last trump card to attack the incarnation of powerful divine power.

In the end, it was just a few drops of blood left by the god, while I was instantly wiped out.

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Many people believe that for someone like Lathander to come to the incarnation in person only to be injured by a mortal is simply a disgrace, and can be called "the shame of a god".

What's even more outrageous is that the shed divine blood was later collected by the priest as a kind of honor and displayed in the temple of the Lord of the Dawn for believers to admire.

But think about it from another perspective, if you are an ordinary person, do you hope that the patron saint of your faith can come and save you from danger at a critical moment, or do you hope that he will be indifferent and allow tragedies to happen?

The answer is obviously the former.

Almost everyone longs for a powerful and invincible hero or god to help them when they encounter difficulties and dangers.

This is why similar cliches can resonate with people again and again.

Zuo Si didn't care about the grudge between Sammaster and Lathander, nor did he want to comment too much.

But he doesn't want these guys who turned into lichs with his help to become so crazy one day.

"Understood!"

Vanessa took the lead and stood up, and together with the other six lichs, they put their hands on their chests and bowed deeply to show their submission.

Seeing this scene, Zuo Si nodded with satisfaction: "Very good! I hope you can keep your word. Finally, on this special day today, I have another good news to announce to you."

"Oh? What's the good news?" Jeffrey asked curiously.

Zuo Si replied meaningfully: "I believe you have all heard the rumors about my origin.

Now, what I want to tell you is that a small part of this rumor is true.

I do come from another magical world, and there is no god in that world. At the same time, a floating city and a brilliant magical civilization have developed.

As long as the time is right, I will open the portal to one of the floating cities occupied by undead creatures and lead you to occupy it."

"What? A world without God at all?"

"A floating city full of undead creatures?"

"Oh my god! This is simply a necromancer's paradise!"

"Lord Soth. When you decide to open the portal, please be sure to take me with you."

……

Suddenly, all the lichs present fell into madness.

Because in the history of Faerûn, the floating city of Netheril and the magic lock created by the high elf mage are known as two unreplicable miracles, representing the pinnacle of magical civilization.

When they heard that someone had built a floating city in another world, and that it was an ownerless thing occupied by undead creatures, they immediately wanted to grab it at all costs.

Whether it is used as a secret base or used as a weapon in war, it will definitely not be comparable to one or two mage towers.

In this way, ending with an exciting news, the first collective meeting of the core members of the organization finally came to an end.

Obviously, Zuo Si made these new lichs full of energy by drawing a pie.

Now they are no longer servants who have to work hard to simply fulfill the agreement, or because the life box is in the hands of others.

Rather, they are a group of partners who have burst out with unprecedented work enthusiasm for their own interests and can enjoy huge dividends from the development and growth of the organization.

After sending these lichs away one by one, Zuo Si, who had been busy for several days without taking a breath, finally took the time to come to the sofa in the lounge and lay on his knees, making a squealing sound.

The transformed cat petted the cub and asked Wilmes with a smile: "How about it, are you satisfied with the new nest I prepared for you?"

"Not bad. Except for the noisy mephits and goblins, everything else is fine. I have almost moved all my treasures in, and the lair near Mylatma will be completely abandoned from now on."

Wilmes answered while stuffing a steak that looked a little burnt into his mouth.

As an evil and cruel red dragon, her favorite food was fresh and delicious young women, especially elves and half-elves.

But now I am forced to change my mind and can only eat some fish, poultry and livestock meat.

As for roasting until burnt, that was her own request.

Because the red dragon is a fire-attributed dragon, it prefers burnt food in terms of taste.

This is the same as the white dragon who likes to freeze food before eating, and the black dragon who likes to bury meat to rot and ferment before eating.

"The goblins who were transformed into werewolves didn't cause any trouble, did they?"

As soon as the goblin was mentioned, Zuo Si immediately became interested.

Through experiments, he discovered that after being transformed into a werewolf, goblins maintained their half-animal, half-human form, and their work efficiency was six times that of ordinary goblins, which far exceeded the limits of most human laborers.

Moreover, if you maintain this form and use necromancy magic to raise you up as a low-level zombie after death, it is much stronger than ordinary goblin zombies.

Coupled with the advantages of easy feeding, high fertility rate, short growth cycle...

As long as the problems caused by its chaotic nature can be solved, it is simply the most ideal raw material for coolies and necromance.

After the hobgoblin werewolf hunting team has been searching in the mountains these days, they have captured almost more than 800 goblins, all of which were infected with lycanthropy and turned into werewolves.

At present, attempts are being made to carry out militarized and obedience training.

Wilmes shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Trouble? What kind of trouble can a group of goblins cause?

The hobgoblin werewolves under your command manage them submissively without any effort.

But this kind of obedience is only superficial. Once the hobgoblin werewolves leave, they will fall into chaos again."

"Does this mean that we can only rely on violence and high-pressure measures for the time being..."

Zuo Si touched his chin and frowned.

But soon, he came up with an idea and immediately ordered the strange thing in the red dragon's mind: "Select the most obedient ones from those goblins, and then let them reproduce. As for the other goblins, all the other goblins will be castrated and sterilized.

I don’t believe that by using this kind of artificial intervention for several generations, we can’t cultivate obedient goblins.”

When Wilmes heard these words, he was so shocked that he opened his mouth and was speechless.

Although she had known for a long time that Zuo Si was a "cruel person", she never expected that he could be so cruel, and completely regarded goblins as creatures like poultry and domestic animals.

"As you wish, Master." Qiwu responded immediately.

In this way, the future fate of those goblin werewolves who were thrown into the sewer at the bottom of the mage tower was decided in just a few words.

After finishing the burnt steak on the plate, Wilmes quickly returned to the lower level of the mage tower at the urging of the strange object.

After probing the thoughts and memories of all the goblins, Strange Object quickly selected twenty male goblins and more than a hundred female goblins as samples for artificial intervention experiments.

The other goblins were castrated without exception in less than an hour.

Since they are both werewolves and have strong self-healing abilities, they are extremely rough during castration. They don't even bother to anesthetize them. The blood-curdling screams and wails echo in the sewers, scaring away the rats.<

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Just when Zuo Si was about to take a stroll around the Woking Shopping District to relax, a messenger from the six-person council suddenly visited and presented an invitation letter and a money order for 40,000 gold coins.

After opening the invitation letter in person and looking at it twice, he immediately asked in an uncertain tone: "Do you want me to go to Candlekeep with the envoy to participate in the peace negotiations with Baldur's Gate?"

"Yes, Your Excellency. The Council wants to use your name to scare those country bumpkins and sign a treaty that is beneficial to Amn. Forty thousand gold coins is the reward paid to you." The messenger replied with a smile.

Tao.

"What about the time? When will we set off?" Zuo Si asked immediately.

"Three days later. The envoys will be waiting for you outside the city gate."

After saying that, the messenger put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly, then turned around and took the carriage back to the administrative district.

Watching the other party gradually disappear at the end of the street, Zuo Si showed a playful smile and whispered softly: "As expected of the business empire Am, he even dares to use such despicable tricks without martial ethics. But it doesn't matter, I don't know how to do it anyway.

I was planning to go to Candlekeep."

There is no doubt that this negotiation is to resolve the border war that broke out between Baldur's Gate and Amn not long ago.

Or it could be called "Steel Holocaust".
To be continued...