Chapter 821 God of War Temple, you are repaying kindness with hatred!!!
What does a Nordmark mage need?
This question really stumped Archbishop Nogueira and Bishop Seren, who was asked by the archbishop to handle the matter. When asked by the archbishop, he had a grimace on his face and his shoulders slumped.
"What do you look like?"
The archbishop frowned: "Don't people like mages have various needs anytime, anywhere? You can't even think of this? Mage Nordmark doesn't do experiments anymore? No more experimental equipment or experimental materials?"
"He has purchased all the experimental equipment needed in the near future, large and valuable, here..." Bishop Salem sighed:
"Besides, we don't make things like experimental equipment ourselves. We also pay the Alchemy Guild to buy them. At most, if we buy in large quantities, we can get a better discount. But last time I happened to ask, Nord
Master Mark’s discount seems to be not low either…”
"What about the experimental materials? The harvest of warriors from their adventures, magical beasts, magical plants, minerals, etc.?"
"I asked about it during the last negotiation. They said that the recent research that requires Warcraft has basically ended. Whether it will be needed in the future will be decided after the next topic is determined..."
Archbishop Nogueira refrained from complaining. The last asking price reported to him was mostly replaced by resources, and the money required was not much. But this time, why is it so difficult?
"Where are the followers? He is a mage, so he always needs followers, right? I think there are only a few followers around him..."
"Who says there aren't many! If we gather together, we can capture a small city!"
Bishop Salem blurted out. Seeing the archbishop's unbelieving look, he stretched out his right hand and bent his fingers one by one:
"Three magicians, one of whom is traveling and has two apprentices with him. One barbarian warrior, level eight. And Miss Cerela, who should be at least level 10."
Well, this is the permanent mage tower. In addition, there are several healers working in the hospital, ranging from first and second level to fifth and sixth level;
There are several necromancers studying in the hospital, ranging from apprentice to third and fourth level;
There are more than 20 hospital security barbarians, at least level 3 or 4...
Archbishop Noguera remained silent. With such strength, it is not enough to attack a county town. A small town at the next level can be defeated easily.
And in terms of staffing, there is no shortage of high-level and high-level people, low-level and low-level people, whether it is top-notch combat power or people who run errands below. Sending a team of soldiers to be his followers seems to be impossible.
What's necessary?
"If it were another mage, a priest could be sent there..."
"Yeah...but..."
The superiors and subordinates sighed at each other. But the Nordmark mage was a healer himself. Sending a healer there was not like following him, but like sending someone to learn a skill... This turned from a reward to a debt of gratitude.
, too silly.
"Then what exactly is he lacking? As a magician, no, as a human being, he always lacks something, right?"
"But he even has a mage tower!" Not only does he have one, he also has two!
Ordinary magicians at his level have either been sent to other places, or they are fighting for a better position in the archmage's team. Their own mage tower?
In Nevis, your own mage tower?
Dream on, the Archmages above level 10 are still waiting in line, saving money, and waiting for their own Mage Tower!
A man with two mage towers... what other desires could he have... Bishop Salem really couldn't think of them.
In addition to what Master Nordmark asked for, gold coins, silver coins, and cash. The more the better, there is no limit.
...If the temple can give out several million gold coins without any hesitation, then we have been upgraded to the national main temple. Bishop Salem thought melancholy. No, even the great temple in the royal capital cannot give out millions.
cash……
"Don't try to solve the problem with money." As if he saw his thoughts, Archbishop Noguera suddenly warned:
"Old Morgan plans to pay most of the money himself. I persuaded him for a long time, and he said that if the temple paid a large share, he would rather not treat it."
"That……"
What does old Morgan have that the mage Nordmark might want?
Bishop Salem swallowed the problem, and after withdrawing, he quietly went to see old Morgan.
This powerful warrior with the title of "Steel Slayer" lives not far away. Just behind the temple, on the edge of the warriors' settlement, is a small two-story stone building. Going further outside is a wasteland, which is vast and sparsely populated. It is enough
toss.
Before Bishop Salem came closer, he heard "boom", "boom", "boom", and the dull wind kept sounding. Looking from a distance, he saw old Morgan bending slightly, leaning his body, waving his
The famous heavy sword, one blow at a time, tears the air.
The rough linen vest was completely soaked, and there were even traces of rough edges on the edges and hem.
This old warrior neither guarded the houses of the nobles nor supported the wealthy businessmen. He devoted himself wholeheartedly to the God of War. For decades, he either fought for the temple or trained hard every day.
Bishop Salem quietly took a few steps back. Looking inside through the window of the stone house, there were no carpets, no candlesticks, and no valuable furniture. On the three bare stone walls, there was nothing except the heads of wild beasts that Old Morgan had hunted with his own hands.
hang.
The only thing that looked like it was valuable was his dark, oily armor with countless battle marks on it. All his savings were either spent on training and passing exams, or on supporting young warriors.
Bishop Salem sighed and withdrew sadly. Standing in the distance, looking at the stone house for a long time, he finally gritted his teeth and turned towards the mage tower:
There is a way!
There must be a way!
"...That's what happened." In the mage tower, he bowed his head deeply to Gretel, leaned forward, and almost bowed:
"Can you, in name, ask for a relatively low remuneration? For the actual fee, I will convince the archbishop to secretly reimburse you in the name of other projects...otherwise, old Morgan's character..."
Grete listened carefully while hissing and inhaling secretly. Fourteenth-level warriors, everyone in the God of War Temple, you really think highly of me...
Are you sure I can operate on him?
Are you sure my scalpel won't be able to cut through the skin?
Despite all the slander, he still raised his face and smiled. Fortunately, he is a doctor and a dean, and he has the final say on medical expenses. There is no such thing as price verification by the Health Commission or inaccuracies. Grete
He looked directly at Bishop Salem and said slowly:
"Remuneration is negotiable. However, if possible, it is best to let Mr. Morgan discuss it in person. If he can pay a large part of the fee with his savings, skills, or whatever, I think he
You will be happier."
With his words, Bishop Salem accompanied Old Morgan the next day and rushed to Grete's mage tower in person. As soon as he turned onto the path in front of the tower, Bishop Salem looked at it from a distance, and his heart skipped a beat:
A phantom colt with smoky hooves slowly descended into the air. On the back of the phantom colt, a great magician wearing a golden robe sat, looking down with interest.
An acquaintance, Master Nordmark’s senior brother, Archmage Carlisle.
Damn it, with him here, it may not be easy to negotiate a low price...
He felt uneasy, like beating a drum. But old Morgan didn't feel anything. He entered the reception room, seated himself among the guests and hosts, and put the long sword on the table with a bang:
"Mage Nordmark, the most valuable things I have are this armor and a heavy sword. As long as you can heal me and give me hope to advance again, you can take all of these things. You are a mage.
, it may not be used, but it can be given to your followers..."
In the corner of the conference room, Bernard, who had followed the crowd to pay homage to the senior soldiers, quietly took a step back.
He doesn't want it!
His armor was hand-made by the dwarf master, and it can be used up to level 12 or 3 without any problem!
The armor on this old warrior looks to be of about the same level, and it doesn't fit him!
Grete did not notice this small step, but old Morgan saw it clearly. He stood up on his knees and bowed deeply:
"Including my life. Master Nordmark, if you have any places to explore or enemies to deal with in the future, I can help you."
"Hey, don't, don't, don't…"
Gretel jumped up on the spot. Next to him, Archmage Carlisle smiled slightly, flew out a giant force field palm, and raised it in a gesture:
"It's not that serious. Little Grete will never want to sacrifice his life. But you should take a look at his followers."
He pointed at Bernard in the corner:
"Can you take the time to give him some guidance and help him advance to the ninth level?"
"no problem!"
Old Morgan said with emotion. He looked at Bernard carefully, looking from the top of his head to his legs and feet, and nodded solemnly:
"This warrior has a solid foundation and a lot of experience, but he just missed the opportunity. As long as the Master doesn't mind me eating too much, I will live here and train him every day. Don't talk about level nine, level ten, level eleven, level twelve
Level, try my best."
"That's enough." Gretel smiled and clapped her hands:
"If you are willing to be Bernard's teacher, we will do our best to treat you. There is no need to mention the remuneration. Then, the matter is settled like this?"
Bishop Salem breathed a sigh of relief. Grete smiled and nodded. Old Morgan tried his best to straighten his back, and the anxiety on his face was wiped away, and his face was flushed. Only Archmage Carlisle looked left and right, and raised his palm:
"Wait a minute. I have one more thing to trouble you with."
He pointed at Gretel:
"We still need training. Can you please train him by the way? I don't want too much, as long as I can run away when I encounter danger when I go out on adventures, and I know how to dodge when others attack me, so I won't just stand there..."
"Hello!"
Gretel screamed. Before he could open his mouth to argue, the [Endless Ink Pen] in his chest pocket lit up slightly, and the Lord of Thunder's cold and cold voice came from it:
"Train to become a knight."
Carlisle: "..."
Bernard: "..."
Old Morgan: "Don't worry, no problem! I will definitely become a knight!"
Bishop Salem: "Absolutely do it! Guaranteed by the reputation of the God of War Temple!"
Gretel: "..."
Ah, I treat your people. Is this how you pay me?
Temple of the God of War, you are repaying kindness with vengeance!!!
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