In the hall, while Midori was distributing papers, Melphis announced various competition rules to the nobles who longed for life extension or even immortality.
However, the most important thing is: it is impossible to bid. You can each offer everything you can give, one-time. If you don't satisfy the goblin, just skip the negotiation. Let's see who has the best "donation"
of courage.
"While you are writing, it is forbidden to whisper or make any comparisons. No matter how superb your skills are, mental magic can keep an eye on you at any time, so don't do meaningless things that will make you lose everything. After that, we will eliminate your concerns."
The rules of donation will be remembered, but the donation of those who have eternal life will be published for reference."
This method made many people present change their expressions.
You know, judging from the results announced by the Fairy Temple in the past, there are various types of "donations", and the actual price of the goods is higher or lower, but the number of places has always remained the same.
I originally thought it was a competition similar to bidding. Although fierce competition may occur, because the quota is constant, the cost can be expected. We even secretly colluded with each other to discuss financing. You will be younger next time, and I will be older this time.
,some type of.
But this way now, you have to use your real abilities to try your best, and you can't even think about it.
No wonder there has never been a bidding method for everyone to collude secretly in advance. Is the reason for this to be to erase the memory? This is indeed like what the fairies like to do in common sense. After doing it multiple times, I am somewhat worried about whether my memory will be damaged.
What hands and feet were moved that shouldn't be moved?
Among the people who widened their eyes and gasped, there was also Marquis Guchimonte, who was coming for the second time this time. However, none of the above constituted a reason for him to retreat. Even if his memory had been erased, the "donor donors" who had been selected in the past generations
"It will still be announced. It seems irregular but worth reference.
"If you want to exit, you can exit now. Please go out through the door on the right and accept the guidance to the designated room and wait for a while." Melphis added.
After many people left the hall with various emotions, Marquis Gucimonte also got his own paper.
He didn't look around and wrote down his answer very decisively.
He believed that looking at the entire human race, there should be no one who could do something so bold as him without overdrafting and causing the family to decline.
The great nobles will accumulate a large amount of wealth from generation to generation. As long as no generation has a prodigal son, or commits an offense, causing internal or external struggles, and manages the territory step by step, the wealth that will not rot away will continue to increase.
There are probably not many nobles who would invest a part of their wealth that is usually not used in their children to hire retired adventurers and illegal workers to explore and excavate in the Kaz Plains in the south or even the Eight Desire King Desert. However, because their families have generations of
It is a tradition to establish a personal friendship with the Fairy Temple. If you have the dignity to ask Alice with the three-digit sequence to hold the battle, you can ensure that the dominance is in your hands. Otherwise, if you really find something, people like black workers might just bring money and treasures.
He ran away and even killed his employer.
He was very lucky, so he didn't get nothing. It might not be something of great value in the eyes of a high-ranking goblin, but based on his experience in dealing with goblins, this would make the other party interested.
After a while, everyone who stayed got the paper and began to "swipe" and make a sound.
Melphis and the monks of other races played board games leisurely on it for half an hour, and then ordered Midori to collect the paper and submit it for statistics.
"Okay, the results will be announced in an hour. During this period, everyone can walk around in the public area here. Please come back here to gather at that time."
When Marquis Guchimont saw that several of his colleagues were interested in meeting him, an experienced person, they found Grog and agreed to have a drink together.
Suddenly, there was an explosion outside, and the entire hall seemed to shake.
There was a commotion among the humans present.
"What?!"
"earthquake?!"
"Idiot! That one just sounded like an explosion!"
Several noble officials around Marquis Gucimonte also moved closer to him, the person who was closest to him and had the highest status.
"Lord Marquis, this...could it really be an attack?"
"Could he be a desperado peeking at the treasure that grants eternal life?"
"Who is so bold and dares to attack the country where the temple is based? Is the war between gods about to break out again?"
"Oh, isn't it putting the cart before the horse to flee for eternal life? Unless you want to become an immortal." Hou Guximont said jokingly, and then said, "Don't worry, just watch it, your lords will take care of it.
"
The Alices who were originally on both sides of the hall have all turned around 180 degrees and spread out their protective barrier magic uniformly.
The Midoris who were previously responsible for distributing and collecting papers were wandering among the crowd, shouting "Please stay calm" and "Don't do unnecessary things" while shrouding a large area with spiritual magic.
After all, if someone is really doing evil outside, there is no guarantee that there is an internal agent here. Although the qualification quotas distributed by the Fairy Temple have been verified, there are always various problems in reality, and they cannot refuse qualified families to appoint their own representatives.
This is the best place to fish in troubled waters.
Everything that needs to be drilled has been practiced, and there is no confusion among Alice and Midori present.
Meliphis on the stage raised her head following the voice, gritting her teeth with a hint of smile: "No, no, no, no, no, no... Is there really an idiot who dares to attack Hecadia?"
Gritting her teeth because this incident was a slap in the face to her who was presiding over the conference, but smiling because this incident was so, so, new and fresh. It was regarded as the "Hundred Days War of Humanity" that the surrounding countries of Hecadia despised.
The most interesting thing about the decades since that war and related turmoil ended.
Merriface was originally a human being. After living for a long time, she always wanted some excitement to change her mind. If something happened that she presided over did not make her lose face and worry about being held accountable in the future, she could become a real person.
of joy.
"Leave this to Lady Alice and Lady Midori. Come with me and go out and have a look." Melphis said to several other demi-human monks.
The higher-ranking goblins did not give her the responsibility of guarding the place, but Melphis knew that they would not care about this level of unauthorized actions. Even if there were intruders, they would be tricked by the goblin "army" outside to show the big shots in various countries.
Annihilate it.
However, watching a battle is naturally more interesting than watching a bunch of stupid guys here.
