Chapter 71 Belonging to the Legion, Spiritual Energy Pill
There was a lot of noise and bustle in the circular meeting hall of Solan Palace.
Dozens of aristocrats, wearing rusty gold-threaded gowns with reverse sleeves and buttoned breasts, argued loudly, and from time to time shouted at each other with blushing faces and sharp refutations. They were like a group of beautiful and aggressive cocks in a cage.
Mo Ya stood aside and watched with cold eyes.
This is an important military meeting. The main topic of the meeting is to discuss the formation of a new combat corps.
Since the Fourth and Ninth Frontier Corps were destroyed one after another, the formation of new legions has become the most urgent problem that needs to be solved at the moment.
Perhaps they are all aware of the seriousness of the problem. In the previous meetings, the nobles, who have always been hard-earned, showed rare generosity, unity and efficiency.
It only took them a short time to pass the proposal to form three new legions, and reached an agreement on funding, weapons and equipment, logistics supplies and personnel, solving a series of problems in the early stages of legion formation.
However, when the issue came to the selection of legion commanders, the differences became serious.
Everyone understands that whoever gets control of these three legions will have an absolute advantage for a long time to come.
Therefore, neither Edward I nor Donald could afford to lose anything.
The dispute has been going on for a whole week. The candidates nominated by the royal family encountered fierce opposition from the side of Prime Minister Donald. The candidates nominated by Donald's side also failed to gain the approval of the nobles who supported the royal family.
Mo Ya turned her head and looked at the throne in front of the meeting hall.
Edward I, who was as elegant as a scholar, was sitting quietly on a high-backed red oak chair inlaid with gems and gold, looking thoughtfully at the quarreling nobles below. His face was peaceful and his eyes were calm.
This is what Mo Ya admires most about Edward.
No matter how bad the situation is, it is difficult to see more other expressions on the face of the ruler of the empire.
There is no shock, no horror, or even joy. If there is, it is him who lets you see it.
He is like a magical moving armor. Only through the radiant magic patterns on his surface can you find the steel-like will and calmness underneath.
Perhaps, this is the only reason why the Solan royal family has been able to come out of this predicament.
"Something is not good..." Lance, the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Office of Supervision, stood a step behind Mo Ya and whispered, "Marquis Bob and his gang seem to have reached a tacit understanding with Donald."
Mo Ya nodded and looked around.
At this moment, the nobles gathered in the meeting hall had different expressions. Some were discussing in low voices, some were standing in the middle and arguing, some were concentrating with their eyes closed, and some were wandering and flickering.
As the Minister of Supervision, Mo Ya knows far more about the situation than Lance.
She knew that this meeting, which was related to the strength of the royal family and the prime minister, was gradually tilting towards the prime minister's side. She also knew that last night, the special envoy sent by Donald met with these nobles. She could even guess what they said.
Donald began his counterattack.
Thirty years ago, when he became prime minister and ruled the world with one hand, Edward was just a stinky child.
Thirty years later, when Edward issued a mobilization order and unexpectedly received a response from most of the nobles, Donald had to show his power to his followers who were heartbroken on an important occasion.
He allowed Edward to promote the formation of three new legions, and did not even object to the nobles on his side contributing funds and efforts. This was just to finally get these three legions into his hands.
This is the heaviest blow to the royal family.
When the nobles discover that the commanders of the three new legions are his confidants, they will understand that he is still the only voice in this empire.
Mo Ya's hands broke into a cold sweat for Edward.
After all, Prime Minister Donald has the support of the Holy See, wealth and authority accumulated over the years, and various promises of generosity to the empire. He can give much more leverage than Edward.
Moreover, judging from the selection of legion commanders, the candidates nominated by the royal family are all young generals who have been trained after Edward ascended the throne. Compared with the veteran generals in Donald's hands, neither experience nor qualifications are enough to convince the public.
"I absolutely do not agree with leaving the Legion in the hands of a bunch of young boys."
In the center of the hall, a marquis from the southeast shouted. The thumb of his right hand was inserted into the pocket of his court dress, and the palm of his hand was pressed against his fat belly. His left hand was waving in the air, emphasizing his determination with an exaggerated gesture.
"I understand your Majesty's high hopes for these young people," the Marquis bent towards Edward on the throne, but glanced at Donald, turned back and shouted to the nobles: "But, who can guarantee that they will not do it for them?"
What’s the price for their poor experience?”
As soon as his voice fell, the nobles on Donald's side all agreed.
"That's right!"
"That's right, we don't have that much money to let them bother us now."
"This is war, not child's play."
Mo Ya's ears were filled with the noise of the nobles. More and more nobles were leaning toward the senior generals proposed by Donald.
Mo Ya's eyes fell on the Marquis Bob mentioned by Lance.
This white-haired old Marquis, who came from the east and had a high reputation and great influence among the nobles, represented the opinions of a large part of the neutral nobles.
It can be said that his opinion will ultimately determine the fate of the control of the three legions.
At this moment, Marquis Bob has been whispering to the nobles beside him. Mo Ya doesn't know what choice the Marquis will make. However, since they met Donald's envoy last night, the situation is not very good.
optimism……
"Your Majesty," Donald bowed slightly in the eyes of everyone, "I think it's better to vote?"
He looked indifferent and said, "If we continue arguing like this, there will be no result."
"Donald is sure to win." Mo Ya narrowed her eyes slightly. The nobles next to her were whispering to each other. Based on their understanding of Donald, they were not absolutely sure, and Donald usually would not take action easily.
Edward stared into Donald's eyes, nodded slowly, and turned his gaze to the old Marquis Bob not far away.
When they saw Bob's eyes avoiding Edward's gaze, the hearts of Mo Ya and other royal supporters sank suddenly.
"Permission." Edward stood up.
Prime Minister Donald saluted again, smiled slightly, turned to Marquis Bob and a group of neutral nobles standing beside him and said: "Then, Marquis Bob, please start first, which one do you agree with..."
At this moment, suddenly, there was a noise outside, interrupting Donald's words.
Before anyone could figure out what the roar was about, the door of the meeting hall was suddenly pushed open.
Under the protection of the royal guards, a messenger rushed to Edward, knelt down on one knee, held up a battle report, and reported excitedly.
"Your Majesty, great victory in Lulian!"
"A few days ago, Archduke Adolf led the Lulian Army to fight fiercely with the enemy in the south of the city of Medin. He killed and captured more than 5,500 people from the Philip vanguard, including the Third Knights of the Silver Order, and marched 30 kilometers south of the city of Medin.
Once again, more than 6,000 enemies were wiped out."
With a crash, the entire meeting hall was in a commotion. The nobles looked at the messenger in shock, unable to believe that what he said was true.
Even Edward, who was always calm, quickly walked down the steps, grabbed the battle report from the courier's hand, and quickly opened it to read.
After a moment, a light of excitement and joy flashed in the eyes of Edward, who had always kept his emotions secret. However, there was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.
What surprised Mo Ya even more was that she discovered that Edward's right hand quietly waved his fist under the battle report.
"Donald..."
In the silence, Emperor Solan asked with a smile.
"Can you explain why Marquis Perry's Fifth Legion did not meet up with Archduke Adolf as promised, but went to Padin City instead?"
Drowsily, not knowing how much time had passed, Roy suddenly opened his eyes.
"Where is this?" He sat up from the snow-white soft bed, turned around and found that he was in a beautiful room.
The room is large and quiet. Not far from the bed, there is a set of exquisite wooden furniture and velvet-cushioned sofas. The lace curtains sway gently in the wind, and the sun shines through the clear windows.
The thick wool carpet reflected the shadows of several pots of delicate flowers on the window lattice and windowsill.
Roy blinked his eyes, trying to recall the situation before he fell into coma, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed, stepping on the carpet with his bare feet.
As his mind gradually regained consciousness, the slender figure that seemed to be shot from the sky before he fell into coma appeared in his mind, as well as the golden lance that was as dazzling as the sun.
"I seem to have been saved by that cheap woman."
Roy murmured to himself and looked down. He found that his body, which was supposed to be scarred, was now intact.
"Huh?" Roy quickly touched the ground, touched down, and touched in the middle... Not only did the broken bones recover, but even the skin full of blood was smooth and complete, and there was no trace of any injuries on his body.
trace.
Roy was in a daze. His memory clearly told him that he did not perform a healing spell on himself before he passed out.
Moreover, even if the healing technique is used, the wound recovery cannot be so fast.
What's going on... Roy had a flash of inspiration, summoned the Ax Spirit, and asked eagerly: "Ax Spirit, how long have I been unconscious?"
"One day!" the voice of the dwarf ax spirit came from his mind.
"Only one day?" Roy said stupidly, "Then why did my injury heal so quickly?"
"If a five-star spiritual energy pill can't even cure such a small injury, then the pharmacist should commit suicide!" The dwarf ax spirit said matter-of-factly: "Check your fighting spirit yourself and have some fun while you're at it."
The five-star spiritual energy pill made Roy's eyes straighten instantly.
When he was in desperate situation, he had already learned all the pharmaceutical knowledge recorded in Austin's Notes of the Undead. Naturally, he was no stranger to the most common spiritual energy pill in the Redemption Continent.
The name Spiritual Qi Pill does not refer to a type of pill, but a collective name for a class of pills that convert the energy of heaven and earth contained in medicinal materials into spiritual energy, which is used to warm and nourish blood vessels and bones, strengthen fighting spirit, and increase the speed of practice.
Pharmacist is a profession that is completely opposite to the magic pattern master.
The magic patterns drawn by the magic pattern master require that there be no mistakes at all. They are so rigorous that they are almost rigid.
Pharmacists, on the other hand, are too casual when refining medicine. There may be hundreds of formulas for the same elixir. Each uses different materials and refining methods. Naturally, the efficacy of elixirs also varies.
Some pharmacists may be able to produce a two-star elixir using materials worth one gold ball, but other pharmacists may only be able to produce a one-star elixir using materials worth thousands of gold balls.
A level of elixir is coming.
Even if the formula is the same and the ingredients are the same, the medicine will be very different due to the pharmacist's different control of the temperature and experience.
Therefore, there is an old saying that is very difficult to pronounce in the pharmacist's tower - "Medicine is the only criterion for judging value, not medicinal materials."
No matter how famous the refiner is, or how precious the medicinal materials used, pharmacists only recognize the value of an elixir after it is successfully refined. Therefore, every elixir will be tested after it is released. According to its
Effectiveness classification.
Most of the common spiritual energy pills in the world are one-star or two-star. The spiritual energy contained in them is limited and can only play a healing role. It is not very useful for Dou Qi practice that requires a lot of energy.
However, for spiritual energy pills with three stars or above, their spiritual energy reserves and value will increase exponentially.
Roy used to work as a clerk in a drugstore, and he once saw a three-star spiritual energy pill that sold for as much as 700 gold francs.
At that time, every time he looked at the Spiritual Energy Pill, he could not imagine that any idiot would eat seven hundred gold coins in one go. He never imagined that one day he would actually eat a five-star Spiritual Energy Pill.
That's something worth tens of thousands of gold!
Roy calmed down and checked the fighting spirit in his body.
Following the activation of the Principle Art, a fighting spirit far more powerful than before suddenly emerged from the demonic core and traveled rapidly along the meridians.
"The pinnacle of the ninth level!"
Roy clenched his fists with both hands. While feeling the powerful power in them, he also found that there was still a large amount of spiritual power left in the body that had not been absorbed.
"I don't know what that woman thinks. It's a waste to give such medicine to a guy who hasn't condensed his battle ring yet," the dwarf ax spirit said, "but it's good for healing wounds."
"Woman?" Roy was stunned, and the only possibility suddenly appeared in his mind, and asked, "Sophia?"
"Who else can be so generous besides her?" said the dwarf ax spirit: "You owe her a life and a favor."
Roy was silent for a while and then sneered.
The victory in the battle the night before covered up many things. The confused ragtag soldiers would not know what was hidden behind that battle. They would not understand, let alone that the Bavarian Knights on the hillside would not originally be dispatched.
Sophia threw the entire ragtag army into a dead end.
When the mob army won, she joined the Knights as the icing on the cake. She covered everything under the light of victory. But once they failed, all this would be covered up in the tragedy of the rabble army being annihilated.
No one will know what happened to the rioters.
After all, on the battlefield, it is completely normal for an army to be wiped out. The butcher's knife of Philip is the sealing knife of Sophia. If she wants to be more vicious, she might also join the Knights, but it will only add insult to injury after the war.
That’s all.
Even if a little thing slips through the net, it won't have any impact on the entire Lulian Province. If any idiot wants to spread rumors or accuse something, I'm afraid he has to prepare a coffin for himself first.
Therefore, even though Roy admitted that Sophia was right from a tactical point of view, he still didn't like her very much. Not to mention taking a five-star spiritual energy pill, even an eight-star spiritual energy pill would have no effect on Roy.
psychological burden.
Hearing Roy's sneer, the dwarf axe-spirit sighed, changed the subject and said, "Boy, if I were you, I would sit down quickly to practice my skills and absorb the spiritual energy."
Roy woke up from a dream and quickly sat down cross-legged.
The five-star spiritual energy pill contains extremely rich spiritual energy. If it can be absorbed in full, it will be enough to increase the strength of a brave knight by one star.
Although the spiritual energy he absorbed while comatose increased his fighting spirit by one level, there was still a large amount of spiritual energy remaining in his body that could not be absorbed. And this spiritual energy would not wait for him forever, and would dissipate every minute and every second.
"Money, this is all money!" Roy felt pain in his body while doing exercises to absorb spiritual energy.
After taking the Spiritual Energy Pill, the Spiritual Energy will evaporate quickly with the power of the medicine, leaving little time for the knights to absorb it. Therefore, how to fully absorb the Spiritual Energy has always been an unsolvable problem in knight practice.
Just like a big river with its gates opened, people can only get a third of it, and they can only watch more water disappear into the river and be wasted.
This is true for one- and two-star spiritual energy pills, and the same is true for seven- and eight-star spiritual energy pills. The only difference is that one-third of the spiritual energy content of high-level spiritual energy pills is far more than that of low-level spiritual energy pills.
As we all know, the best way to absorb spiritual energy is to use the power of the battle ring to fuse the spiritual energy and then convert it into fighting energy.
The absorption speed of that method is ten times faster than the absorption of a little bit.
Roy didn't have a battle ring. This made him feel like he had entered a limited-time self-collection treasure house but didn't bring a pocket thief.
In just a few minutes, Roy was already going crazy!
Every bit of dissipated spiritual energy is like handfuls of gold coins thrown into a pool of magma. If this five-star spiritual energy pill is worth ten thousand gold coins, then the amount it absorbs may not even be five hundred gold coins.
No! If this continues, sir, I will lose at least nine thousand five hundred gold coins. I have to find a way!
Roy carefully observed the traces of spiritual energy mixed in the fighting spirit. Suddenly a thought came to his mind: "Since it can't be absorbed in time, why don't I think of ways to store it?"
You must know that aura is originally the energy of the magic core and the power of medicinal materials. It can originally exist stably in the magic core or medicinal plants. And there is not only a magic core in your body, but also the magic elements surrounding it.
Thinking of this, Roy used magic power to mobilize the elements and wrap them around a trace of aura. Soon, the trace of fighting spirit was wrapped in the center by the elements that suddenly closed around him.
Roy held his breath.
Within the body, the elemental mass wrapped in spiritual energy was swimming around. However, the trace of spiritual energy that should have gradually dissipated has always maintained the shape and quantity when it was captured.
After a while, when the elemental mass merged back into the elemental wall on the outer layer of the magic core like a small bubble merging into a big one, the captured aura was like a bird in an iron cage, stored in the magic core.
among.
After repeated checks to confirm that there was no sign of this aura disappearing, Roy was overjoyed. He quickly followed suit and wrapped all the aura in his body with elements and transported it to the magic core for storage.
"What a whimsical guy," the dwarf ax spirit was dumbfounded, "Is this okay?"
After storing the spiritual energy in his body, Roy carefully used elements to extract a trace of spiritual energy and transported it to his meridians.
As the Taoist formula runs for a week, the spiritual energy is absorbed completely, and there is no waste at all.
Feeling the strengthening of fighting spirit caused by this spiritual energy, Roy laughed loudly and jumped up from the ground in excitement.
No one understands the importance of his newly discovered ability better than him. This means that all the spiritual energy in this five-star spiritual energy pill can be absorbed by him.
If converted according to one-third of the amount of spiritual energy, this is almost equivalent to taking a seven-star spiritual energy pill!
And the price difference between the two is more than ten times!
At this moment, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open. Roy turned around and his laughter stopped abruptly.
In front of him, an old knight, leading a group of attendants holding clothes, armors and medals, filed in.