"Yes, a secret you can't refuse." The goblin mage said confidently: "Human, don't you find it strange? Why would a high-level mage appear inexplicably in Duoyun Town, a not-so-important airship repair yard?
"
"This is indeed puzzling." Moriarty nodded frankly: "Is this also related to your secret?"
"Of course." Henry nodded slightly: "To put it simply, the reason why Robert, that scumbag, suddenly came to Duoyun Town was to secretly snatch a treasure that belonged to me!" As he said that, the goblin mage couldn't help but
Gritting his teeth.
"You mean, treasure?" Upon hearing this, Moriarty couldn't help but take a deep breath.
You must know that treasures are fundamentally different from ordinary equipment and props. For example, in the case of Moriarty, only the "Secret Eye of Serena" that happened to be obtained from the old mage Johnson of Erathia can be used.
In the category of treasures, others such as "Silver Alchemy Hand", "Ring of Meditation", "Loyal Companion", etc. can only be regarded as magic equipment, far from being called "treasures".
"Yes, it is a treasure." The goblin mage affirmed: "If Robert is really killed, you will probably have captured his dimensional bag."
"That's right."
"Then, you can take a look now. You should be able to find an ancient-looking bronze oil lamp in your pocket." Henry said in a deep voice, as if he had finally made up his mind.
"Oil lamp?"
Moriarty glanced at the goblin mage again, then calmly glanced at the loot space pocket in his sleeve. Sure enough, there was an ancient oil lamp with a long mouth and a thin handle.
Then, Moriarty took the oil lamp out of his pocket and held it in his hand. His fingertips immediately felt a faint warmth coming from the patinated belly of the lamp, as if the flame on the lamp mouth was still burning. But
When he sensed the past carefully, he could not detect any magic fluctuations. What was placed in his palm was just an ordinary mortal object.
"This is?"
He quickly recalled various magic books that he had read in the past, but there were few written records that matched the oil lamp.
However, Moriarty is not in a hurry. After all, he still has the ultimate trump card of the "Crystal Book". As long as this oil lamp is really a treasure as the goblin mage said, then there is no way to escape the detection of the Crystal Book.
and excavation.
"Do you think it's weird? Or do you think I'm deceiving you?" Henry also looked at the bronze oil lamp and snorted, seemingly unwillingly.
"Please clarify my doubts." Moriarty was not impressed by the goblin mage's unhappiness and asked calmly.
"I think, except for those high-ranking great arcanists, few people will recognize it." He sighed again. Henry finally said: "This 'oil lamp' is the highest alchemical achievement in the magical world before the end of the ice.
.The ultimate alchemy product 'Magic Lamp' that represents the mage's exploration towards the 'Realm of God'!"
"Magic lamp!?" It seemed that this was the first time he heard this special word, and Moriarty was immediately stunned.
"Yes, the magic lamp!" The goblin mage continued to stare at the oil lamp with a mixture of awe, longing and sigh. He said quietly: "The so-called: 'God's grace is like the sea, and God's power is like prison'. For thousands of years, the gods have
It has always been the highest power that dominates the mortal world, although most of the time such power is not visible to us. Even in the era of the ancient Elf Empire, those almost unimaginable powerful Elf mages also need
I humbly prostrate myself before the throne of the Moon God, not daring to go any further."
"But times are 'progressing' after all. After entering the modern era of magic, mages' belief in gods gradually faded away." After a slight sigh, Henry continued: "Especially in the past one thousand years.
, the mages' understanding of magic and the real world continues to deepen, and even gradually approaches the immortal gods. And some amazing and talented great arcanist 'heroes' begin to extend their tentacles to areas that were once defined as 'absolutely forbidden'
Special fields, for example, 'life'!"
"Life!? You mean the undead life created by the necromancers?" Moriarty immediately asked.
"Immortal life? Huh! Those are just some extremely failed but abused works." The goblin mage sighed, seeming to be very disgusted with "undead creatures".
"So, what is the life you just mentioned?"
"Alchemical life! Not the dull magic puppets like 'Gargoyles' and 'Rock Warriors', but real alchemical life with self-intelligence!" Speaking of excitement, the goblin mage's face turned red: "And the one in your hand
This kind of alchemical life 'magic lamp' named after 'god' is said to have magical power close to that of the Grand Arcanist, so that it can directly serve as the right-hand assistant of the Grand Arcanist himself."
"That's it. If you can create a truly intelligent alchemical life, let's not talk about the strength, you really have set foot in the sacred 'creation field'." Moriarty looked down at the "magic lamp" in his hand and breathed.
He became a little anxious, then raised his head and asked: "Since such a great magical achievement, why has it not been clearly stated in historical documents?"
"Oh, you are thinking too simply, a 'young and promising' human mage." With a faint sneer, Hunter chuckled: "'Create life', what an amazing word. Let's not care about the sophistication in it.
, if ordinary mortals were to know about such a thing, I don’t know what kind of panic and horror it would cause.”
"Yes. Real alchemical life can be said to be a brand new unknown species, and for ordinary people, facing a completely unfamiliar alchemical body is probably not much better than seeing a demonic creature." Moriarty agreed with the other party.
the opinion of.
"As long as you understand. Therefore, the production and research of magic lamps have always been limited to the 'small circle' of great arcanists."
"So, Master Henry, how did you know this?" Moriarty nodded and suddenly asked.
"This is another secret of mine that has nothing to do with this transaction." Hearing this question, the goblin mage couldn't help but look sad, and even refused.
"Okay, I respect your Excellency." Moriarty smiled considerately, and then asked: "Then, how should I use this 'magic lamp'? In other words, how should I summon a mysterious '
Alchemical Life'? If it's still intact."
"Rub the 'magic lamp' three times, and then say the summoning spell." The goblin mage hesitated for a moment, and then said.
"So, what is the summoning spell?"
"Well...I don't know..." It seemed a little difficult to say, Henry held it back for a moment before replying.
"You don't know the summoning spell of the magic lamp?" Of course, Moriarty was not satisfied with this answer, and his face sank slightly.
"I really don't know. Otherwise, do you think I would still be imprisoned here by Robert, with these 'magic needles' inserted all over my body that are constantly 'sucking magic'?" At this point, the goblin mage became angry again.
"What you said does make sense." After thinking for a moment, Moriarty nodded: "Although you have not been able to tell the real secret of this magic lamp, but just a series of information, I think it is enough for you.
In exchange for precious freedom."
"Thank you for your understanding." After hearing this, Henry's face looked better for the first time, and he even nodded slightly to Moriarty.
"I'm sorry, please allow me to ask a question, Your Excellency." Suddenly, Clausewitz, who had been silent all the time, stepped forward and said.
"Of course, my staff officer." Moriarty glanced at the old werewolf and nodded.
"As a warrior, although I don't fully understand everything the two of you just said, one thing is very clear, that is, the oil lamp currently held by Mr. Moriarty is a very precious treasure.
It's so precious that even high-level mages will steal it 'secretly' regardless of morality, and it's very likely that even the great great arcanists will covet it and come forward to 'ask for it.'" Clausewitz used his usual cold and objective voice.
, said slowly.
"Not bad." The goblin mage had to admit with a nod.
"So, if Lord Moriarty wants to truly keep the magic lamp, you must first strictly keep the secret of the magic lamp, right?" The old werewolf continued to press forward.
"Yes!" Henry gritted his teeth.
"If my guess is correct, if we hadn't suddenly attacked Duoyun Town tonight, I'm afraid you must have encountered or will soon encounter a poisonous hand. Otherwise, the high-level mage named Robert wouldn't be able to return to Yonville Valley with peace of mind, right?"
Finally, the old werewolf reached the core point.
Obviously, in order to keep it secret, the high-level mage will definitely kill Henry and even all the goblins in the entire dungeon to protect the secret of the magic lamp. But now, the magic lamp has passed into the hands of Moriarty and Olympus. As himself
People, old werewolves will naturally keep secrets strictly. But what about Henry, as an "outsider"? Once he is free, will he spread the word because he is unwilling to do so? By then, Moriarty, who is just a low-level mage, may be
There is no way I can save this magic lamp.
"So, what do you mean?" The goblin mage naturally understood the meaning of Clausewitz's words, took a deep breath and said fiercely.
"Now that Mr. Moriarty has agreed to the 'secrets for freedom' agreement, we will not break the contract. Just for each other's safety and rights, I hope that you can 'voluntarily join' in our team. In this way
, all problems will be solved." Ignoring Henry's fierce gaze, the old werewolf twitched his lips and bared his teeth and said: "Of course, your 'freedom' will be fully protected. And, I can guarantee that in the future,
You will definitely 'thank' me for my 'advice' today."
After saying that, Clausewitz smiled coldly again, his eyes sharp and cold. (To be continued...)
