"Praise the great goddess of wealth Wojin, praise the wise and wise Emperor, and may the empire continue to be strong and prosperous forever."
The businessman lowered his head and prayed devoutly.
Because all the subjects of the West Coast Empire know that their emperor is actually no different from a god and can hear his own prayers.
Although he almost never responds, he rarely grants divine spells to certain potential believers.
Especially the businessmen, whenever they mention Woking, the goddess of wealth, they will mention that the Emperor is here to express their respect and gratitude.
After all, the West Coast Empire is one of the few places where merchants can guarantee their property and personal safety. They don’t have to worry about their hard-earned money being forcibly taken by dragons, monsters, bandits, cults, etc.
Under the protection of magic locks and barriers in major cities, any crime will be uncovered if you want to investigate it.
While this group of businessmen were patrolling the once prosperous city of Ser, a bald red-robed mage came over with his men.
He first glanced at the fully loaded airship with very complicated eyes, then took a deep breath and forced out a smile and said: "Everyone, please allow me to welcome you to Serre on behalf of the parliament. The chiefs are ready.
I will entertain you with a sumptuous banquet, please come with me."
"What is your name?"
The slightly fat businessman was obviously the representative of this business group, and had dealt with the red-robed mage more than once. He took a step forward and stuffed a small bag into the opponent's wide sleeve with very subtle movements.
The red-robed mage subconsciously pinched it and found that it was a piece of hard stuff. He quickly opened it and took a look, and found that they were all gems worth hundreds of gold coins, more than twenty of them. A flash of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes. Originally,
The very forced smile suddenly became natural.
"Haha, you can just call me Wenceras.
Incidentally, the chief executives took this transaction very seriously.
Because some very troublesome undead and construct creatures appeared in Sazhastan's army.
Not long ago, they captured two cities under the control of the parliament and a large mining area, resulting in heavy losses.
Chiefs hope to find something to control in your products.
No matter who can come up with a solution, they can obtain the purchase rights for a total of five thousand young and middle-aged slaves."
As the group with the least moral integrity and bottom line in the entire Faerûn continent, this red-robed mage demonstrated with practical actions what "having breasts is a mother" means.
Without any hesitation, he disclosed to these businessmen the ideas of the chief of the parliamentary faction.
Anyone who knows anything about business negotiations knows that when a businessman knows you urgently need something, he will do something about it.
The starting price for sitting on the ground is very low.
It wouldn't be surprising if the price could be increased by more than ten times, dozens of times, or even hundreds of times.
Because this is the profit-seeking nature of capital and businessmen.
What's more, behind this group of merchants are two behemoths, the West Coast Empire and the Trade Alliance. Even the red-robed mages don't dare to offend them easily now.
Without the support of the first two, Sazastan and the parliamentary faction that opposed him would not even be able to fight a decent war, let alone maintain the current scale of the war.
So after getting the information he wanted, the fat businessman immediately turned his head and exchanged glances with several colleagues, and then quietly completed the communication through magic items without speaking.
After doing all this, he smiled and nodded at the red-robed mage, and followed him straight towards the only bright building in the city that was still intact and had not suffered from war.
It was the red-robed mage council that symbolized the highest power in Sere back then. It was a huge building that was a bit like a combination of a castle and a mage tower.
Although the surrounding houses have been destroyed by amazingly powerful magic and turned into piles of rubble during the raids, this place protected by powerful magic has remained unscathed, and a large number of green plants and fragrant flowers can be seen.
Smell of flowers.
When entering the interior, the first thing that catches the eye is a large number of slaves, alien creatures and elite guards.
Even though the people outside are in dire straits and countless civilians are rushing to flee the country, the quality of life of the red-robed mage as the supreme ruler has not been reduced in any way.
They still have endless amounts of delicious food, a wide variety of wine and other beverages, and wear enchanted robes of silk or velvet.
As soon as you sit down, a slave will immediately come forward to massage you, pour tea and water, and even provide special services in public.
Facts have proved that no matter how dilapidated a country is, its upper ruling class will never suffer as much as ordinary people. It may even become a luxury to ensure that they and their families can barely survive.
Of course, the reason for this situation is entirely because the undead and construct creatures from the West Coast Empire replaced the original inefficient slaves.
The red-robed mages were surprised to find that after there were no living people in Sel, the consumption of various resources, including food, was reduced. All the food, wood, minerals, and herbs produced could be exchanged for money, and then purchased.
Magic, war related things.
In other words, the money in their hands has not become less, but has actually increased.
Because Searle has changed from the original coexistence of production and consumption to a pure agricultural and mineral producer.
Even if there is consumption, it is only to satisfy the desires of a small group of people, rather than to fill the bellies of more than five million citizens and an unknown number of slaves as before, and to meet their needs for daily necessities.
In other words, today's Serre is a typical resource-exporting country with a sparse population and a strongly dependent economic structure.
Operations can only be maintained if the severe surplus of grain and minerals produced can be sold.
Otherwise, once the market is lost, the entire deformed country will collapse in minutes.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This is why both Sazastan and the Parliamentary Faction know that the West Coast Empire is selling weapons and equipment to each other at the same time, but no one dares to fall out.
They were well aware that they had become economically dependent on the West Coast Empire and the Trade Alliance.
Plus, if you can’t beat me again and again, what else can you do besides holding your nose and admitting it?
In contrast, they are more afraid that the West Coast Empire will suddenly cut off trade ties with Cyre, leaving mountains of food and mineral resources unable to be sold at all, let alone undead and constructs that can produce and fight.
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Obviously, the red-robed mages made a very fatal mistake in this civil war, that is, they did not understand the importance of the market in the economic structure.
Without a market, there would be no consumption, and without consuming all the output, there would be no one to buy it, and naturally there would be no value.
As for inter-dimensional transactions, although it is not difficult with the magical power controlled by the red-robed mage, this kind of transaction is usually based on magic items and valuable items that are easy to carry. I have never heard of any inter-dimensional merchants.
Play with bulk items trading.
One is that it is difficult to transport and preserve, and the other is that the profit is too low and it is too complicated to sell.
Therefore, the trade alliance led by the West Coast Empire is the only option for the red-robed mage.
When the business group arrived at the banquet, the chief of the Change Department, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stood up, opened his arms and said with a big smile: "Ah! I finally have you here again. Please sit down and have a taste first.
Let’s eat Serre’s traditional food, and then we’ll talk about the deal.”
"Thank you very much for taking time out of your busy schedule to meet us. Please rest assured, I swear this new shipment will never disappoint you."
The fat businessman vowed to give his guarantee.
"Oh? Can you tell me what new gadgets you have brought?"
An expression of interest appeared on the face of the chief of the Department of Change.
Although the current situation is that seven factions within the red robe mage join forces to fight against the Necron faction led by Sazastan who wants to achieve centralization and dictatorship, in theory, the party with the upper hand should be the dominant one in terms of military strength and number of mages.
But the reality is exactly the opposite. The parliamentary faction is always suppressed by Sazastan, which is only supported by the Necronomicon faction.
Although the situation remains evenly matched, a chief like him knows very well that the situation in the parliament is not optimistic.
Because through complete control of those lichs and vampires, Sazastan has successfully built a powerful military organization with strong execution capabilities and no internal intrigues.
He doesn't need to worry at all that the people below him will betray his teammates, or suddenly betray his teammates for their own benefit.
And as more and more graves are dug, the number of undead armies under his command continues to grow.
Even though Kranvor, the god of death, and many other gods made it clear that Sazhastan's behavior was completely blasphemous to the dead, no god or electorate stood up to punish him.
The most important thing is that the undead faction is far more proficient and good at controlling the undead army than other factions.
If equal numbers of undead legions fight, the winner will definitely be the undead faction under Sazhastan.
On the other hand, the parliamentary faction has almost perfectly inherited all the "glorious traditions" of the red-robed mage.
Whether they are holding each other back, fighting among themselves, or engaging in corruption, smuggling, and accepting bribes, there are endless situations.
Therefore, the Parliamentary Party's reliance on trade with the West Coast Empire was actually even greater than that of Sazastan.
The reason is also very simple!
The latter has almost completely become undead, so it has no other superfluous desires except ambition, and no need for a luxurious life. The reason why it needs to maintain trade is because the parliamentary faction is constantly buying those constructs and undead creatures.
But the former has a large number of living red-robed mages and apprentices. They eat, drink, have sex, have fun, and have servants and bodyguards who need to spend money to support them.
This expenditure is not a small figure, but accounts for more than 30 to 40 percent of the funding.
In this situation of ebb and flow, if the parliamentary faction wants to maintain the current situation or even win the war, they must continue to purchase more, better, and stronger weapons, equipment, and soldiers from the West Coast Empire and send them to the front line.
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"Please allow me to keep it a secret for now, because only then you will be surprised when you see it."
The fat businessman pretended to be mysterious and blinked his eyes.
It has to be said that if he had acted like this in the past, he would have been transformed into a frog, bug or something like that by the red-robed mage in a matter of minutes, and then trampled to death.
You must know that these guys have never been very good-tempered, and it is commonplace to kill people all over the house at every turn.
But now, a small businessman dares to tease the chief of the Department of Change without changing his face or heart. No matter how you look at it, he is impatient to live.
But the chief of the Change Department did not get angry because of this. Instead, he responded with a smile: "Then I'll look forward to the surprise you bring me. Now I'd better enjoy the food and the beautiful bar."
"Then we won't be polite."
The fat businessman put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly, then motioned for the rest of the team to sit down and start enjoying the hospitality of the red-robed mage.
Although the decoration and food on the scene were extremely luxurious, they were very reserved in their eating movements and speed, and many of them even ate just to satisfy their stomachs out of etiquette.
Obviously, these are nothing compared to the food and services that can be enjoyed in major cities in the West Coast Empire.
It's like modern people on earth turn around and look at ancient people. They don't think the food, etiquette and enjoyment of those princes and nobles are worth boasting at all. Instead, they feel that they are pitiful.
After all, as magic began to benefit the public, the West Coast Empire could be said to be unprecedentedly wealthy in both spiritual and material terms.
There are all kinds of things that you have never seen, eaten, or played in other places in Faerun. You can find them all here. Keeping them will make you happy.
Many wealthy businessmen present had experienced such tricks, and the head of the transformation department probably had never seen it himself, let alone other low-level red-robed mages.
Since both parties' minds were not on the banquet, they ended the ceremonial welcome banquet after only thirty or forty minutes.
After all the food and servants were removed, the whole room quickly returned to silence.
Without saying a word, the fat businessman in the lead took out a list that was about seven or eight pages thick and handed it over.
The chief of the Change Department took it and glanced at it twice. He immediately raised his head and asked in surprise: "There are actually smoky gunpowder and cannons this time? I heard that these things are strictly prohibited items in the West Coast Empire. Even Lian Ke
The Kingdom of Mir has only carried out a small amount of equipment in some key fortresses."
"Haha, in order to obtain the sales license for these things, we have spent a lot of money, time and energy, so the price is not cheap."
The fat businessman grinned with a greedy smile, and his eyes were like a shark smelling blood.
"You should know that price has never been an issue for us. I want all the pyrotechnic powder and cannons brought this time."
The chief of the Department of Change chose to eat it in one bite without even thinking about it.
Because artillery can play a very good role in field battles, offensive battles, and defensive battles, and its transportation and deployment are much simpler and easier than those siege magic towers.
Especially when paired with a flying platform, you can often launch a surprise attack from a high position, causing a devastating blow to the enemy.
The West Coast Empire's aerial gunships have proven their effectiveness countless times in war.
Although the red robes of the parliamentary faction cannot get units like dragon knights that can provide air superiority, it is still no problem to get some pterosaurs, dragons, flying dragons, and griffin knights.
What's more, they actually prefer sneak attacks to fighting head-on.
For example, you can make the entire airship invisible through joint casting, or you can hide it in a cloud of mist, wait until it reaches the enemy's head, and then suddenly start bombarding it, dropping bombs and bombarding it indiscriminately.
In fact, ever since the West Coast Empire began to use airships, a vehicle that is fast and has no terrain requirements, on a large scale for warfare and transportation, all other forces with some industrial foundation and magic level have been trying to build their own airships.
However, due to the level of technology and craftsmanship, it is basically either too small in size, insufficient in load capacity, or too costly, so it can only be used as a means of transportation for the powerful and high-level spellcasters.
However, Serge's situation is obviously special. From the moment the civil war broke out, airships were used as weapons in the war.
There are even cases of directly transforming an airship into a mage tower or magic fortress.
However, due to the lack of long-distance attack methods such as cannons, the so-called air battles between the two sides were basically a continuation of traditional magic wars on land and sea, with various fireballs, lightning, poison clouds, and ice storms bombarding each other.
Primitive siege weapons such as large trebuchets and ballistae can even be put onto airships and used as ships floating in the sky.
For ground attacks, alchemy items that explode when thrown downwards can produce strong acid, fire, and poisonous gas. Even more outrageous are those that directly throw rocks.
In short, the red-robed mages, who have always been pragmatic, don't care whether it is primitive or not, as long as it is effective and can deal a devastating blow to the enemy.
With the support of smoky gunpowder and cannons, the parliamentary airships would have an advantage in air combat.
At least those ordinary airships without much magical protection will definitely not be able to withstand long-range artillery salvos. Basically, one side salvo will be riddled with holes and they will fall out of mid-air and be shattered to pieces.
So for a weapon like this that could change the situation of the battle, Chief Change immediately chose to take it without any hesitation.
Because he knew very well that if he didn't buy them all, then these damn greedy businessmen would turn around and go to Sazastan and sell the remaining cannons and smoky powder to each other.
Since this was not the first time a similar situation had occurred, he was already very experienced in handling it.
“Your true vision and courage are truly unparalleled!
With a leader like you, there is no need for the parliamentary faction to regain its former glory in Serre!
Please allow me to express my highest respect to you on behalf of the businessmen present!
Parliament will win!
The great red-robed mages will surely rise from the ashes!"
The fat businessman had a big smile on his face, and all kinds of words of praise and flattery came out one after another. Those who didn't know better thought he was a fanatical supporter of the parliamentary faction.
Little do they know that all this is just for the sake of huge profits.
In fact, he said countless similar words when making deals with the lichs and vampires under Sazastan.
As for the opposition and conflict between the living and the dead, parliament and dictatorship, these businessmen don't care.
Anyway, as long as there is money to be made, it doesn't matter if the two sides turn the entire Serre into a desert with no vegetation.
"Well, don't be too quick to be happy. The real deal has just begun. The allocation given by the parliament this time is very generous, so there are still many things we need to purchase."
The chief of the Change Department pursed his lips and revealed a faint smile.
The businessman's bottomless flattery undoubtedly benefited him and the other red-robed mages present.
Although they know very well that these are not sincere, who wouldn't be happy to hear nice words?
Especially in this difficult situation where we don’t know how long we will continue to fight.
"Of course! You have the final say in everything. But before that, please allow me to recommend an epoch-making new product to you, a good thing that can help the Parliament gain the upper hand in the war."
As he spoke, the fat businessman put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly, then winked at the entourage outside the room.
The latter understood instantly and directly led people to carry two boxes that were over two and a half meters long and looked very heavy and placed them on the ground.
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"This is……"
Next to him, another high-level ring instructor from another faction clearly noticed something, and his expression suddenly changed slightly.
"This is the new stuff I just mentioned."
With that said, the fat businessman walked straight to the box and kicked open the cheap wooden board, instantly revealing two human-shaped magical creations.
One of them shimmered with silver metallic luster, and it looked like some kind of construct creature.
The other one is an undead creature made of bones and flesh. The pungent smell of embalming fluid is enough to make anyone with a normal sense of smell feel strong physical discomfort.
But the fat businessman didn't take it seriously at all. Instead, he took the lead in pointing to the undead creature with seven or eight eyes dripping around its head and introduced it with great pride: "Please see, this is the undead creature that was created by the undead wizard Master Lu Dewei after many times.
An improved masterpiece!
A kind of corpse-embedded soldier with an intelligence level close to that of an ordinary person, but capable of obeying orders 100%.
It not only has 360-degree vision without blind spots, but also has the ability to see through some invisible units and magical transformations.
This means that it will be the most perfect guard in the army. It can instantly detect spies who sneak in to steal information or cause sabotage, and it can also find invisible mages and warlocks on the battlefield for the first time.
In addition, its skin and muscles have also been strengthened, and it can exert a defensive power equivalent to thick leather armor even without any armor.
If you wear special inlaid armor and iron armor, you won't be at a disadvantage in a short period of time even if you go head-to-head with the steel golem.
Everyone, please imagine, how much is the market price of a steel golem?
This new type of corpse-embedded soldier only costs 3,500 gold coins.
Yes!
You heard it right!
Not tens of thousands of gold coins!
Not eight thousand, seven thousand, or even five thousand gold coins!
It only requires 3,500 gold coins!
When necessary, they can even transform into death squads and rush into the midst of the enemy, releasing corpse explosion magic and negative energy blood mist containing deadly toxins.
The most important thing is that no mage commander will complain that the undead creatures are too stupid to understand complex commands and often mess up the carefully prepared plans.
As the saying goes, action is worse than excitement!
Right now I have applied for discounts for bulk purchases for everyone from the parliamentary faction.
As long as you place an order of more than 3,000 at one time and pay the full amount at one time, you can get a 10% discount on the existing price."
Following the fat businessman's inflammatory words, both the chief of the Change Department and the Tour de France instructors stood up involuntarily, with shock and disbelief gleaming in their eyes.
Although they have long heard of the name of Master Ludvi, the necromancer wizard, and the various suture-like undead he created.
In particular, the famous "corpse-embedded creatures" have shown in this war that they are far more superior than ordinary undead. They are far more powerful than zombies who can only rely on the number of piles. The skeletons are many times more powerful.
Ghouls with intelligence are slightly inferior in overall combat effectiveness.
Many necromancers joined the Arcane Order of the West Coast Empire just to meet the necromance master and listen to his teachings.
Even Sazastan commented that Ludvi's talent and ability in creating undead creatures were epoch-making.
The corpse-embedded creatures he created elevated the art of creating the undead to the level of art.
One of the Three Giants of the Abyss, a believer of Orcus in Faerûn, even openly issued an invitation to Ludwig, promising that as long as the other party is willing to loyally follow the immortal monarch, he can obtain eternal life and all the forbidden knowledge about the creation of the undead.
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It's a pity that the Necromancer Wizard Ludvi never gave a positive response, or even paid attention to it.
"What an incredible masterpiece!
How can an undead creation of this level be sold for less than 3,500 gold coins?
How exactly do you control manufacturing costs?
If you let an ordinary necromancer make it, I'm afraid it won't be possible without 15,000 to 20,000 gold coins."
A red-robed mage who was obviously specialized in the necromantic system caressed the corpse-embedded soldier in front of him with his hand as if caressing a lover, with excitement and admiration that could not be concealed in his voice.
"I'm not very clear about the craftsmanship and cost. After all, we are only responsible for sales and not production, and we have no access to the undead wizard Master Ludwig himself."
The fat businessman's mouth was obviously very strict, and he did not reveal even a little bit of relevant details.
Because he understands that the later these processes and secrets are cracked, the higher the monopoly profits he can make from them.
This is how the economic hegemony of the West Coast Empire was established bit by bit.
Moreover, the cost of manufacturing these corpse-embedded soldiers is much lower than the opponent imagined.
After all, major cities can use the help of magic mystery locks and multiple spell-casting environments to greatly reduce the requirements for spell casting levels. Originally, it might have required a LV9 level mage to cast a five-ring spell, but now it may only require a LV3 level mage plus a few more.
It can be done with the help of an apprentice.
Therefore, the cost of this thing is only less than three hundred gold coins. Excluding the almost negligible transportation fee, the profit is more than ten times.
"Okay. Tell me how many of these new corpse-embedded soldiers do you have on hand now?" the chief of the Change Department asked straight to the point.
"We have brought 300 pieces this time, and the rest need to be produced according to the order situation. How many do you plan to order at one time?"
The fat businessman's tone became obviously excited.
Because this is not a small business, but a big business that can cost millions or even tens of millions, hundreds of millions of gold coins.
Even if you only take a 15 to 20 percent commission, you can make a lot of money.
In addition, by purchasing low-priced grain, timber, and mineral resources and shipping them back to those factories, the workshops can make another profit from them.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! If slaves can be obtained, the government of the West Coast Empire will pay a ransom to the merchants based on the number of slaves and provide certain preferential policies in terms of taxation.
Therefore, although Ser, which is mired in civil war, is already the most dangerous area in the entire Faerûn continent in the eyes of the outside world, in the eyes of businessmen, it is full of gold and opportunities.
Especially for this kind of large-scale business group that can directly connect with the high-level officials of both sides, the profit for each operation starts at least four to five million gold coins, which is simply a huge profit compared to robbery.
"If I order 10,000 pieces, how long will it take for you to deliver the goods?" the chief of the Change Department asked in an uncertain tone.
Because this order is not only related to how many of these powerful corpse-embedded soldiers the parliamentary faction can obtain in a short period of time, but also related to the delay in the time for Sazastan to purchase them.
And this time difference is the gap that the parliamentary faction can use to launch a large-scale counterattack.
If everything goes well, not only can we regain all the territory we lost before, but we can also push the battle line towards the area controlled by the opponent.
"Ten thousand?"
The fat businessman and the other businessmen who came with him all had their eyes shining brightly.
This is a large order worth more than 30 million gold coins.
Once signed, it means everyone can get enough benefits.
The chief of the Change Department nodded seriously: "Yes, ten thousand. The parliament is just planning to launch a big battle, so we urgently need enough elites."
"I think it will take about two months."
The fat businessman lowered his head and pondered for a moment and then quickly gave a date.
"very good!
I will pay the full price of three thousand first.
I will pay for the remaining seven thousand when you ship these three thousand.
Not only that, I can also provide you with more favorable purchase prices."
When he heard that there was a two-month gap, the chief of the Necromancer Department immediately realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to deal with Sazastan and finalized the deal without hesitation.
"No problem! I promise to deliver it strictly according to the date."
Even though the fat businessman had seen many big scenes, his mouth was still involuntarily dry and his heart was beating fast.
At times like this, he could feel more and more how terrifying the economic hegemony established by His Majesty the Great Emperor was.
It is even more exaggerated than the speed at which those in the past relied on war, plunder, and enslaved people to amass wealth.
Because when people are subjected to violence, abuse and death threats to perform forced labor, their productivity is often very low.
But when they start working hard to make money for themselves and their families, the enthusiasm they burst out will make their production efficiency at least several times or even ten times or dozens of times higher than the former.
These red-robed mages in front of me are the best examples.
You must know that since the outbreak of the civil war, the entire production of food, meat, eggs, fruits, alcohol, wood, gems, ores and various metals has not decreased but has been steadily increasing.
To be precise, after the mass exodus of the population, they quickly discovered that when they no longer needed to "waste" food and other resources to feed civilians who could not create much value, their foreign trade income began to increase significantly, and disposable wealth began to increase with the naked eye.
Visible ways are increasing.
In order to maintain this unprecedented "prosperity", both sides began to expel civilians and even turned them into slaves and sold them.
Not only that!
They also unprecedentedly replaced ordinary undead creatures with low production efficiency and spent a lot of money to buy undead and constructs specialized in various production labors from the West Coast Empire.
In this way, the trade between the two parties is maintained in a very delicate balance.
Although Sale spends a lot of gold coins on purchases every year, they are able to make similar profits from selling agricultural products, minerals and natural resources.
To put it in a simpler way, the import and export volume is basically the same, there is no obvious fiscal deficit, and the entire trade cycle can be maintained.
The West Coast Empire obtained a large amount of cheap agricultural products and raw materials from trade to meet its increasing demand for various resources for its own development.
The chief of the Department of Change nodded with satisfaction: "Very good! You can start introducing the new construct next to you."
"As you wish."
The fat businessman lowered his head and bowed deeply in the most respectful manner.
He was not bowing to the feared red-robed mage, chief of the Necromancer Department, but bowing to a buyer who had given him a large order of tens of millions of gold coins.
Just like that, he began to talk to these red-robed mages again about this undead killer that was specially built to restrain undead creatures.
After a while, the red-robed mages from the parliamentary faction excitedly placed another large order.
By the time this transaction ended, the cargo carried on the giant airship had been cleared away and replaced with local specialties purchased in Serre.
When the fixed ropes were released and the airship slowly took off and flew towards the west, the master of talismans disguised as a high-level Tour Master - Plamon "Frost Seal" Rakisk couldn't help but pursed his lips and sighed.
: "If this continues, it won't take a few years for Serge and the red-robed mage organization to become puppets indirectly controlled by their masters."
"oh?
are you sure?
I don't think the ambitious Sazastan will surrender willingly.
I don’t think those chiefs who think too highly of themselves would be willing to have a leader giving orders above them.”
Another talisman master, the legendary vampire Xeleisha chuckled and expressed a completely different view.
"Humph! This matter does not depend on them, but on the master. Don't forget that the master now is completely different from before."
Plamon "Frostprint" Rakeshk pursed his lips and revealed an evil smile.
As a summoned creature of the planeswalker, he could clearly feel how powerful and terrifying Zuo Si was after he became a symbol of evil.
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You can obtain priest level and divine blessings from the owner.
With this epic level of strengthening, just the Tangled Talisman organization lurking within Seer is capable of killing the chiefs of Sazastan and the Parliamentary faction and replacing them.
"But the master did not give us such an order."
Xelesha frowned subconsciously.
"Yes, he did not issue such an order, but it doesn't mean that we can't control the Red Robe Mage Organization from within, right?" Rakeisk hinted meaningfully.
The vampire understood something instantly, raised his head suddenly and asked with a surprised look on his face: "You must have found the place where Sazastan hides his life box, right? Oh my god! This is incredible news!"
"Hahahaha! That's right! To be precise, I have already obtained his phylactery."
With that said, Rakisk took out a crown set with a huge red gemstone from his arms.
Through magic vision, Xelesha could clearly observe the dazzling necromantic arcane aura emitted from above, and immediately asked impatiently: "How do you plan to use this thing? Just take it to a showdown with Sazastan.
Really? Or should we discuss it with Lagon first?"
But Lakeske smiled and shook his head: "No, there is no need for it. Because I have already sent a message to the master, and he should be here soon."
As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si's figure appeared out of thin air in an instant. The whole process did not even trigger the magic network. It was obviously not the use of magic, but another kind of power that overcame magic.
"Owner!"
Rakeisk and the legendary vampire Xeleisha kneeled down on one knee and saluted in unison.
"Have you obtained Sazastan's phylactery?"
Zuo Si asked straight to the point.
Although for him, the famous red-robed mage, chief of the necromancy department, has long lost his qualifications as an enemy, this does not mean that Sazastan's status and importance in Faerûn have been reduced.
As the only country in the east of the continent that can compete with the Mulhorand Empire, once the Seer and Red Robe Mage organizations completely collapse, a superpower similar to the West Coast Empire will rise in the entire east.
Moreover, as the Mulhorand Empire expands, the gods it believes in will also develop and expand, breaking the existing balance, and may even trigger a new round of divine war.
This is not the result that leftists want to see.
That's why he showed up and planned to take care of it a little, so that these talisman masters wouldn't get away with it.
"Yes, Master. This is the phylactery I found. It is almost certain that it is the crown worn by Sazastan before he transformed into a lich."
Lakesk quickly presented the phylactery with both hands.
Zuo Si took it and inspected it briefly, then nodded slightly: "Yes, it is indeed Sazastan's phylactery. But are you sure this is his only phylactery? You must know that although he is not as inventive as the great arcanist Ovo
Although I have lost the phylactery shattering technique, it should be no problem to make one or two more backups with my knowledge of necromancy."
"Um, I'm sorry, Master. I'm not sure about this."
Lakeske was stunned for a moment, then quickly gave a negative answer.
"Forget it, let's do this for now. You two immediately go and inform all the talisman masters, including Lagon, as well as Demetra Vlas and Kalea, saying that I want to see them."
After saying this, Zuo Si disappeared again, as if he had never appeared before.