"'Thank you'? Haha." Ignoring the cold gaze of the old werewolf, the goblin mage sneered, and then turned calm: "Okay, you are right. For the sake of each other's 'interests', I am willing to 'temporarily'
Join you until you feel it is 'safe' enough. But one thing needs to be said beforehand: As a goblin, I will not participate in any military operations against the south. This is my bottom line!"
"Of course, this is also the bottom line for all 'civilized people'. Please rest assured."
Unexpectedly, in just a few words, Clausewitz would actually "fool" an intermediate goblin mage into Olympus. Moriarty couldn't help but secretly sigh.
No matter how reluctant or rebellious Henry is now, I believe that with the existence of Earth Studio, Moriarty still has the opportunity to "truly influence" this "extremely bottom-line" goblin mage.
Next, Moriarty and Clausewitz worked together to slowly lower the iron cage hanging in the air. Then the old werewolf drew a knife to cut off the shackles that locked Henry, while Moriarty carefully pulled out the deep shackles for the goblin wizard.
A magic needle inserted into the body.
"Sir, I think some fresh air will help your recovery." After passing two healing potions into Henry's hands, Moriarty immediately glanced at the old werewolf.
"Mr. Henry, please." Clausewitz smiled silently and made an invitation gesture.
"Humph." With a low hum, the goblin mage poured a healing potion into his throat and climbed up the stone steps with a cold face.
"Sir, I think we should evacuate here in ten minutes." He warned again. The old werewolf also followed.
"OK."
After watching Henry and Clausewitz walk out of the cave, with no one around, Moriarty picked up the magic lamp again and examined it carefully. After a moment, with a thought, the magic lamp disappeared from his hand and was collected.
Crystal Book. Then, another burst of invisible light flashed, and the true secret of the oil lamp was finally slowly revealed in front of Moriarty's eyes.
Magic Item: Gregory (Alchemical Life);
maker:;
Level: treasure;
Quality: semi-finished product;
Content (function): "Gregory", and has never been shown to anyone. No one knows what it is. Perhaps in terms of appearance, there is no difference between Gregory and other "magic lamps". But the cloth
The King of Rakada stubbornly named him "Apostle".
Summoning Spell: The end of the holy kingdom is immortality.
Note: Although it seems that Gregory is perfect enough,.
"!?"
Moriarty was truly shocked when he learned about the "Magic Lamp" from the Crystal Book.
, the former "King of Brakada". He was also one of the most outstanding and greatest mages in history. Under his leadership, the magical civilization of Brakada suddenly broke through the barriers that had existed for thousands of years. Since "
He completely got rid of the narrow circle of "being obsessed with air magic", and then actively explored and progressed in the other three magic fields of earth, water and fire, and finally achieved extremely high magical achievements in each.
It can be said..
Even though Brakada has never been truly unified into a yiti in terms of political structure, the world still respects Magnus as the "uncrowned king" of this southern continental ice sheet.
But the seemingly ordinary "oil lamp" in front of him turned out to be the work of Magnus, which really gave Moriarty the illusion of encountering a "miracle".
Trying to calm down his somewhat chaotic breathing, Moriarty once again took out the oil lamp from the crystal book and placed it in the palm of his hand. He took another deep breath, and in an almost pilgrimage mood, he gently rubbed the bronze belly of the lamp with his fingers.
Next, he softly recited the short but profound summoning spell:
"The end of the divine kingdom is immortality."
"Bang", when Moriarty's fingertips slowly left the belly of the oil lamp, the tail tone of the spell fell slowly and clearly, and immediately, a blue light like a brilliant aurora spewed out from the mouth of the lamp.
The soft mist condensed by the arcana, the cascading waves rising from the deep sea, and the blue that was so clear that it seemed to transcend all common things, instantly filled the entire dungeon with a proud and aloof attitude.
But after just a blink of an eye, the overwhelming blue light completely disappeared.
And when Moriarty stared at the past again, he saw a bleak figure already standing in front of him.
It was a "middle-aged man" with a tired face, unkempt beard, and a big belly. He was wearing a strange cloth robe, a small steeple-shaped red hat on his head, but he was barefoot.
Seeing Moriarty's gaze, the "middle-aged man" didn't take it seriously. He just casually looked around at the surrounding cave, curling his lips half-smilingly from time to time, like a picky tenant.
However, deep in the eyes of this seemingly ordinary "middle-aged man", the deep blue is still bright and unforgettable.
"Gregory?" Moriarty spoke first while looking at the miraculous alchemical life.
"Not bad." The "middle-aged man" turned to look at Moriarty, and at the same time quickly glanced at the "oil lamp" in his hand, and said casually: "Moriarty? The new owner of the lamp?"
When he heard the "middle-aged man" say his name, Moriarty's eyes suddenly became sharp.
"Don't be nervous, I'm just an insignificant alchemical life form, and I won't have any influence on you. Besides, the lamp is in your hand now, so you are nominally my 'new master'."
Unfazed by Moriarty's stern eyes, Gregory shrugged easily. However, as his shoulders shook, there was also his fat and eye-catching belly, which made the originally cool movements become "greasy"
abnormal.
"Why do you know my name? Or can you directly receive information from the outside world through the shielding of the 'magic lamp'?"
Moriarty did not relax because of the other person's relaxation, and continued to stare at the apostle in front of him sternly. Because this question is directly related to whether the crystal book that is its foundation has been discovered by the alchemical life, and if the answer is yes, then
Moriarty will destroy the oil lamp in his hand without hesitation, and then completely eliminate Gregory.
"Of course. This little lamp is just a 'broken house with air leakage'. It can't block the light, shadow and sound outside." Faced with Moriarty's serious interrogation, the alchemical lifer answered calmly, but then he added
He quickly asked: "It seems that you should also have some powerful space treasure on you, right? Just for a while, I fell into absolute darkness. If it hadn't returned to normal after a while, I almost thought I had been
The sacred dragon swallowed it in one gulp."
"No comment." Moriarty was not sure whether Gregory's answer was the truth or a cover-up, but at least there was no flaw. He immediately asked: "So what you said, the nominal new master
, what does it mean?"
"This couldn't be more obvious. The lamp is in your hand, so you are naturally its owner. As for me, according to certain established rules, I should also treat you as my master." As he said this, Gregory suddenly smiled slyly:
"It's just that slavery, a backward social structure, should really be swept away into the garbage heap of history. If possible, I sincerely hope to bask in the warm glow of democracy and freedom."
"The warm radiance of democracy and freedom? Haha, it's hard to believe that an alchemical life locked in a magic lamp for nearly a thousand years would say such a 'weird vocabulary'." It seemed that he was surprised by the other party's "eloquent tongue",
Moriarty actually gradually relaxed his high level of vigilance and vigilance.
"The wisdom of the world is always universal, isn't it?" Gregory said meaninglessly.
"You are right. I respect all intelligent life and am not willing to place the shackles of slavery on any free soul." Moriarty nodded.
"Great! You are really a gentleman of high moral character. I sincerely praise your generosity!" Upon hearing this, Gregory immediately cheered "smartly" and at the same time handed over the "gentleman" hat with honorifics.
On the other side's head, in an attempt to "consolidate" Moriarty's promise.
"There is no need to rush to thank me. As you said, the magic lamp now belongs to me after all. Therefore, regarding some of your rights and obligations, Gregory, I think it is better to discuss them first." He didn't care.
With the praise of alchemical life, Moriarty gently stroked the oil lamp in his hand, and made a decision: "Otherwise, instead of being dissatisfied with each other in the future, it is better to send you back to the lamp happily now, and just pretend that nothing has happened.
.What do you think? Gregory, sir?"
"...It's been a thousand years, and human beings are still so hypocritical..." Looking at Moriarty with a serious face, the middle-aged man sighed helplessly, his eyes melancholy.
On the ground in Duoyun Town, at this time, the "cleaning" work of the entire airship factory has been basically completed.
All the goblin prisoners were disarmed and imprisoned in a large separate warehouse, and the windows and doors were sealed with strong logs.
At the same time, the soldiers of Olympus "carefully" placed barrels of fuel and bundles of firewood in the docks and various parts warehouses, waiting for the fire.
"Staff officer, where is your Excellency?" After finishing the scheduled combat mission, White hurried over, but Moriarty was nowhere to be seen, so he immediately asked.
"Down there." The old werewolf pointed to the wooden house on the side.
"Down below?" White glanced at the two-story wooden house suspiciously, and then turned his gaze to the goblin mage on the other side. (To be continued...)
