Chapter 792: Negotiation? Bargaining? Archmages, come on!
You can think about the house, corrections, and dragon's nest later.
Anyway, Serila usually moves around in human form and doesn't need a house as big as a dragon's nest. It's time to sleep in dragon form.
Let’s talk about it at that time. Serira has just advanced and should not need to sleep for a second time immediately. Give him ten or eight years, and he can always handle the dragon lair and so on.
Of course, gold coin beds, no, silver coin beds are still provided. When Cerela successfully advances and sees that there is a silver coin bed to roll around in, I don’t know how happy she will be!
Grete happily gave up the power of negotiation and lay beside him with his chin in his hand, responsible for "um", "ah", "ok", and "I agree". Occasionally, he also smiled along with it:
"Yes, I do pay more attention to this"
Archmage Sam, senior brother, I leave it to you!
In terms of negotiation, and in terms of grasping the scale of the relationship with the God of War Temple, you are definitely more professional!
I agree with whatever outcome comes out of the discussion, and it doesn’t matter if I transfer more benefits to the council, as long as it’s convenient for me to continue to advance my research, that’s fine~
And Old Sam really lived up to his expectations.
Although I don’t know how the two archmages communicated, especially how they communicated information without concealing it from Bishop Salem. The fact is that Old Sam was in charge of the conversation, and Archmage Carlisle played the role, beating Salem.
The bishops were losing ground.
The negotiations went on like a tug of war for half the afternoon. Grete sat next to him and watched Bishop Salem's face turn red and white, then white and red again. His eyes were bulging, and even his temples looked a little bulging.
Look.
...Are we bullying the God of War Temple too much?
After all, we are all considered allies. Just give in if we can take one step?
Gretel felt a little conscience-stricken when he saw it. He couldn't secretly cast a blood pressure magic to test whether the other party's blood pressure had risen, so he had to smooth things over with a smile:
"It's getting late. Please pause for a moment and continue after dinner. Come on, you three, please move to the restaurant."
None of the three lords listened to him. Bishop Salem glared at Old Sam, and Old Sam stared at Bishop Salem. Archmage Carlisle kept a little distance to the side and was on full alert:
One is alone and physically strong; the other is of a high enough level and has companions by his side, but in terms of body, he cannot withstand the punch of the God of War Bishop, a high-level warrior. In a real fight, it is hard to say who will be unlucky.
Grete took a few steps back to the door, put on a warm and hospitable face, and made a magic gesture with his left hand, ready to defend himself at any time. With a slight flick of his right hand, the door of the reception room quietly opened a crack.
The steaming, tantalizing aroma of food crept in silently through the crack in the door.
The two Your Excellencies stared at each other like cockfighting cocks for a few seconds. In the end, they both snorted coldly and stopped. Grete immediately retreated to the door and opened the door with a smile:
"Come, come, please"
The restaurant is on the other side of this floor, along the corridor and past two doors. The invisible servants have already served the dishes, one plate after another, and they are covered with patterned hemispherical glass covers.
The inside of the cover was covered with fine water vapor, but it still couldn't block the aroma of all kinds of food, which flowed out steamingly.
Bishop Salem's tense facial lines relaxed a bit. Archmage Carlisle followed the crowd and quickly looked at the restaurant environment:
There is a long table covered with a dark red tablecloth. Judging from the length, it can seat about 10 people. There are 10 chairs symmetrically placed beside the long table. Judging from the marks on the ground, four of them should have been added temporarily;
Bernard, Aurora, Master Norwood, as well as Anivea and Carlos, several permanent residents of the Wizard Tower, are already waiting at the door of the restaurant, bowing to greet several distinguished guests;
Archmage Carlisle calculated in his mind that considering the size of the restaurant, it could only accommodate these few people. As for the other apprentices?
Master Norwood's apprentices, Master Linn's apprentices, and possibly several other young apprentices working in the wizard's tower should have their own place to eat.
This also shows that Annevia and Carlos, the two young priests of the God of Nature and the Necromancer, have been recognized by Gretel and are considered his disciples?
But now is not the time to ask these questions. He followed Grete's guidance and sat in the second seat on the right. Old Sam bowed his head. After them, everyone in the Mage Tower took their seats one by one, and invisible servants flew around.
Each glass cover:
The thick, juicy steak sizzled on the stone slab. Green asparagus was neatly placed on one side of the steak, and on the other side, there were large asparagus flowers, which had absorbed the flowing gravy.
, looks particularly attractive;
The roasted chicken that has been repeatedly brushed with honey has a golden skin and is overflowing with sweetness. The invisible servant picked up a silver knife and slashed the belly of the chicken. Fried rice dotted with ham and mushrooms immediately overflowed from the inside.
The sweet aroma adds a rich layer;
A purple-red pottery jar that is more than a foot high and more than a foot in diameter. Open the puff pastry lid, and you will find a jar full of braised pork. It is bright red in color and has three layers. The skin of the meat will tremble when stirred a little.
, trembling and towering;
A whole fan of pork ribs, brushed with enough seasoning, roasted slowly over low heat, and bursts of charred aroma. Invisible servants separated them into strips, and the rich aroma of meat filled the restaurant on the spot;
A large bowl full of milky white seafood soup, with bright red prawns, slightly yellow clams, rolled squid, scallops, scallops, various fish fillets, and small fish, all stewed until they are almost crispy, and the aroma reaches your nose.
Drill;
The large lobsters served on the silver plate were more than a foot long. The shrimp shells were separated to both sides, revealing the ruddy and trembling shrimp flesh...
Bishop Salem's face became more and more relaxed. After Grete signaled to start, he couldn't wait to cut a large piece of steak and took a bite. The bright red meat juice immediately splashed in his mouth, and as he chewed, it filled the entire mouth.
Bishop Salem sighed comfortably. He turned his face and nodded slightly to Gretel:
This steak is good. The meat quality, seasoning, and heat are all of the highest quality. The texture is firm and juicy, and the gravy has a subtle milk aroma. This Nordmark mage, the cooking level in the mage tower is almost as good as that of the temple.
Compared.
You know, the Temple of the God of War is the place where the most meat is consumed; the chefs in the Temple of the God of War are also famous throughout the country for their meticulous research on meat cooking!
He praised in his heart, but Old Sam praised him directly:
"Mage Nordmark, your cooking skills in the mage tower are really good!"
"It's okay, okay." Gretel smiled and thanked:
"Mainly because he works hard on SS. Every new recipe he writes down. Over time, there are so many..."
Of course, the main reason is that everyone likes to mess around with food. Aurora, Bernard, Annevia and Carlos will all deliberately collect some cooking methods and then reproduce them in the tower.
As for Linn, Gretel dared to say that half of the recipes for touching SS were learned from Linn's Golden Skeleton.
Cough, he has contributed to this! He has been transported to another world, and he still can’t eat what he likes. It’s unreasonable to eat what he wants!
Gretel smiled and controlled the invisible servant, scooped out a piece of braised pork for himself, and took a bite. Well, it was fat but not greasy, thin but not sticky, fragrant and soft. There was a little bit of sugar in the meat, which was just right.
More flavor...
The taste of hometown!
What a blessing!
Such rich food is enough to satisfy everyone. Old Sam cut a piece of lobster meat, squinted his eyes, and enjoyed the smooth, tender and elastic texture;
Master Carlisle scooped up a spoonful of seafood soup and was picking out the shellfish full of soup one by one in the soup. His movements were slow and gentle, and his expression was relaxed;
Bernard has already piled the bones of two pork ribs on his plate, and is currently burying his head and attacking the third rib;
Annevia had just finished eating a chicken drumstick, and now she cut a small piece of bread, stuffed a piece of steak inside, and added two asparagus sticks. She was eating very happily. From a distance, Grete looked at her with admiration.
look:
I know how to eat!
girl!
Meat side dishes are the eternal gods!
Carlos fiddled with the fried rice in the belly of the chicken and licked the pieces one by one with the tip of his tongue, as if he was analyzing the ingredients in the fried rice and trying to improve it...
The delicious food relaxed everyone's nerves very well. So much so that when Bishop Salem returned to the reception room after dinner, the tension and annoyance on his face had disappeared. He leaned back on the armchair and his voice was a bit lazy:
"Well... let's move on to the next topic... Master Nordmark, how many people do you need from the God of War Temple to cooperate with your research?"
"Of course, the more, the better." Grete first set a tone for his needs:
"But of course, the manpower cannot be unlimited, and the deployment of warriors by the God of War Temple cannot be unlimited either. So we hope to negotiate a reasonable number as much as possible."
Then he shut up and watched Bishop Salem and Old Sam arguing with each other. You come and I go back and forth. Finally, it was decided that the God of War Temple would send 50 level 5 knights, 30 level 6 knights, and 20 level 7 and 8 knights each.
People, cooperate with Grete’s research
"Of course, it must be non-invasive research, such as measuring blood pressure, blood oxygen, cardiac ultrasound, CT, etc.! Cooperating with the research does not mean that you can harm these knights!"
Bishop Salem insisted. Old Sam immediately added a proviso:
"It's okay to take blood! No more than 10 ml of blood per person is used to measure blood potassium, blood sodium, and possibly blood lipids. This will not cause harm to the knights, right? The knights of the God of War Temple are not so fragile, right?"
Bishop Salem hesitated for a moment. After thinking about it, it was only 10 milliliters of blood, so it shouldn't be a big problem.
"But it cannot be used to pass electricity! It is absolutely not allowed to test the resistance to electric current!"
"Of course it's impossible!" Gretel jumped up. He wanted to slap the entire "Declaration of Helsinki" on the other person's face. But in the end, he just raised his hands and swore a magic oath:
"Unless it is necessary to save the other person's life and I have obtained permission in advance, I will never use electric defibrillation or electric cardioversion magic on the patient. If I violate this oath, I may mysteries deprive me of my ability to cast spells."
"Okay." Old Sam interrupted in time:
"So, let's talk about cash compensation!"
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