Now that he has mastered a certain level of elven knowledge, Aleister can easily confirm that this trading model can really be recognized by market supervisors.
Because this is essentially asking a ritual master to help you arrange the ceremony when you provide the materials. But you are worried that the other party will use your precious ritual materials but fail to complete the ceremony, so you charge a deposit...
But in fact, this is the ritualist using the deposit to purchase the "ritual arrangement rights" to practice.
This has indeed closed a loophole in the Theocracy's existing rules.
In terms of the dignity of the elves, even if they figured it out, they would not get angry, and it wouldn't matter...at most they would just put a patch in place to prohibit this form of "deposit-type transactions" from occurring in the future.
Aleister conveyed these things to Aiwass on the other side from a distance in his heart - but Aiwass had become quiet and had no response.
She could only feel the silent and warm feeling coming from there in the bottom of her heart, like closing her eyes and embracing the sun.
...Forget it, it seems that he has fallen asleep.
Aleister shook his head regretfully.
Let's go see him again in the evening.
"What happens after that?"
She opened her eyes and asked Paul: "How do you work?"
"I think……"
Demit cheered up.
"Shut up," Aleister interrupted him crisply, turning to look at Paul, "Say."
"You must have guessed it...the high-concentration preservation solution in the specimen bucket is poured into the sea together with the slave corpses being preserved inside."
Paul replied respectfully.
"I did think of it," Aleister nodded, "but even if they are concentrated...how much preservative do you need to bring to contaminate marine life under the dilution and self-purification of the sea? Why don't you build an experimental pool to simulate it first?
Biosphere, would you like to try it inside first?"
"This has already been done."
Paul nodded: "Confirmation is possible - what we want to test is how far the ocean will eventually dilute them as the distance and time of the ocean currents change, and the spontaneous migration of marine life."
"Ocean current?"
Aleister said subconsciously and suddenly realized something.
She opened her eyes slightly: "Wait a minute, I remember...the sea route from the Theocracy to Star Antimony..."
"Yes, the ocean currents in this area run from north to south. In other words, these 'nooses' will eventually flow back to the offshore area north of Star Antimony. As long as this potion is diluted to a certain extent, it is harmless to the body.
- so the experiment is absolutely secret. If no one gets sick from it, the experiment will never be discovered.
"And because this kind of magic potion ingredient cannot exist in the natural environment. And when this kind of potion is banned, it is impossible for these fishermen and fish schools to come into contact with them...
"So in the end we only need to regularly test whether there are noose components in the bodies of fishermen near the port, and regularly check the content in fish groups caught at different distances at different distances, and we can get a series of quite detailed data."
Paul said softly.
It was only then that Dimit fully grasped the whole picture of the experiment.
"etc……?"
He looked at his partner in disbelief: "In other words, they will eventually flow to us?"
"Of course," Paul nodded, "If it flows to other countries, how can we do regular testing?"
"Didn't you say that it is a weapon? Why should Star Antimony's weapons be used to hurt Star Antimony people in the first place...?"
Dimit found it difficult to understand: "Isn't the ziggurat quite close to the fishing ground? Aren't you familiar with them...?"
Paul wanted to explain, but he opened his mouth, sighed and chose silence.
Aleister sneered from the side: "The weapons of the Star Antimony people have harmed the Star Antimony people more than once. It's just that you tower scholars have difficulty in getting in touch with the real facts.
"For example... armed gargoyles, have you heard of them?"
The black-haired aristocratic girl said in a persuasive manner.
"I know, that's Albert Lorre's creation!"
Dimit is quite proud of the achievements made by his friends and seniors: "That is a mass-produced weapon that is fearless of dispersion and fully automatic combat! If they had appeared earlier and been mass-produced earlier...those Ah
The griffins of the Walloons will definitely not be happy in front of them!"
"it's useless."
Paul suddenly poured cold water on them: "They can't catch up with the griffins."
"Well……"
Dimit also hesitated for a moment, and after thinking about it, it seemed right.
"Do you know," Aleister said lightly, "how much energy does an armed gargoyle require in actual combat?"
"……energy?"
Dimitar was stunned for a moment. Even Paul raised his head curiously.
Obviously they have not considered this kind of thing at all - for the various necromancy products in the laboratory, they are in a dormant state and continue to charge when they are not needed. Lack of energy is quite unfamiliar.
"Mass-produced weapons require continuous combat. How much time do they have to recharge? In cross-sea operations, how troublesome is it to maintain their logistical supplies... Do you know?"
"...across the sea?"
Dimit tilted his head, not understanding: "Why do we need to cross the sea? Our Star Antimony has no overseas territory."
Paul's pupils narrowed - he obviously understood what Aleister meant.
Aleister glanced at him and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"You bad son."
She pointed at Paul from a distance and said pointedly: "If you can understand it so quickly... you must have guessed it a long time ago."
"Guess what?"
"...Armed gargoyles are self-disciplined weapons used for aggression, not defense."
Paul was silent for a while and then replied: "It's like I said - they can't catch up with the griffins."
As defensive weapons, they are completely unqualified because they move slowly, react not quickly enough, and are prone to accidental damage.
But if it is used as an offensive weapon...
……if?
"It's impossible for them to use charging piles to charge," Paul deduced quickly. "The charging piles of the ziggurat are for our underground ceremony. If you want to make temporary charging piles outside, just
A ritual needs to be arranged on site. A standard landing gear that accommodates twelve armed gargoyles requires the full mana of at least a third-level ritualist...
"...So, they will use other methods to charge?"
"other methods……"
Hearing this, Dimit also reacted: "Cannibalism...?"
His expression suddenly became serious and his brows furrowed. His originally excited expression also became silent.
"...The military can indeed do such a thing."
Paul was silent for a while, and then took a deep breath: "I probably know when they did the experiment. They have tested it before..."
"Test?" Dimit asked.
"The test of armed gargoyles happened last year. We didn't have a quota of corpses at that time, so I went to the military to ask for the newly executed prisoners."
Paul explained: "Generally speaking, these death row prisoners should have been drained of blood and died, and some were hanged or shot, but the basic internal organs are all fresh and complete. But I went there with the professor's list
I asked them repeatedly, but they only reluctantly gave me a few carts of rotten meat...many of which showed signs of being shot by machine guns."
"ah!"
Dimit also thought about it: "During that time, we have been learning corpse splicing and beautification in advance...is this the reason!"
"I actually guessed at the time that it was related to the armed gargoyles. Because the military couldn't just look at the results of the test site. They would definitely test it again themselves when they took it back. At that time, I saw some corpses with gnawing marks.
…I thought it was testing the melee combat capabilities of the armed gargoyles.”
Paul frowned: "So it was testing... the gargoyle's devouring ability?"
Generally speaking, necromancers would not allow their creations to eat corpses.
The power of dusk that each undead unit can withstand is the result of precise calculations. It is said that "the accumulation of corpses is taboo". Once the undead start devouring other corpses, it is easy to go crazy or lose control.
Dimit blurted out: "Fortunately, they haven't had time to invade yet. This is too hateful! If they come over, will we also have to take the blame for the military department?"
"...I have to tell the instructor."
When Paul said this, he subconsciously raised his head and glanced at Aleister.
Only then could he remember that they were prisoners detained here by Aleister.
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the room door.
A shadow appeared from a corner that they had not noticed at any time - it was the housekeeper who had captured them before.
It turns out that he was here all along, but they didn't see it at all!
"Hello……"
A slow voice sounded.
The person outside the door is none other than Professor Laxmi.
He nodded slightly, bowed to the honey badger very politely and said, "My students...may have entered here by mistake. Can I take them away?"
"——Professor Laxmi, right."
At this moment, Aleister got up from the sofa and walked over.
Professor Laxmi noticed Aleister's pupils, then lowered his head and noticed the black cross necklace hanging around her neck. His pupils shrank slightly.
Then, he bowed slightly and saluted Aleister with dignity and respect: "Yes, miss. My name is Odvar Rashmi."
"I'm Aleister Crowley."
Aleister made an elegant skirt-lifting ceremony, then smiled and said: "Take them away.
