This was the first time that the supplicant misheard the word 'charge'. It was a very new word, but the meaning was not difficult to understand.
But the phrase "charging angels" was difficult for him to understand, and he felt as if his three views had been subverted.
He had a vague feeling in his heart that the key to many of the problems that he had been puzzled about before might lie in this 'charging'.
Do you need to be recharged to become an angel?
Do you need to use this kind of large-scale barrier to charge?
Can I also use this method to become an angel?
He had many guesses in his mind, and he felt like a brand new door was right in front of him, and he only needed to open it gently to take the long-awaited step.
The hand holding those enchantment design drawings couldn't help but clenched tightly, as if it were a life-saving straw.
Gallo noticed that the supplicant was distracted for a while, and said angrily:
"What are you so stupid about? Are you listening to me seriously? Are all you mages so rude?"
The supplicant coughed twice quickly and retracted his thoughts.
"Ahem, please continue, I will keep it in mind."
"So, there is no problem in setting up this set of barriers, right?"
Gallo asked.
"certainly!"
The supplicant answered with absolute certainty.
Gallo continued to ask:
"How many can be arranged? For things like this that are related to the safety of the world, the more, the better."
“And the longer it can be maintained, the better!”
The supplicant looked at the list of materials carefully and then made a rough estimate in his mind.
Based on his current family fortune and the current accumulation and income of the Prayer School, if no major accidents happen in the future, he can maintain five barriers of this size.
If we bite the bullet, live a harder life, and further squeeze the other forces and imperial nobles who are attached to the school, we should be able to add three more. This is almost the maximum limit.
For this reason, they have to stop the operation of the school's headquarters, Yunzhong City, and are very afraid of accidents and risks. Once something happens, it is likely to completely collapse.
The supplicant originally reported a relatively conservative number of five.
But then he thought about it and thought that this was an excellent opportunity. The King of Angels in front of him looked like a reliable thigh. If he could seize this opportunity and hold it tightly...
He suddenly became bold and boasted:
"Ten! If I go all out, I can maintain ten barriers of this size until we win the final victory!"
Gallo couldn't help but frowned when he heard this number.
Ten seats? That many? Is the mage so rich?
His previous psychological expectation was that he was satisfied if the other party could bear the burden of three seats, but now it has more than tripled?
Is this guy bragging?
The supplicant had been paying attention to the changes in Gallo's expression, and naturally noticed this small movement of his frown.
His heart couldn't help but condense, and he almost added two more seats, just to make Gallo smile.
But I really don’t dare to say this. Maybe if you have ten people, you can squeeze in and think of a way, but if you have twelve people, you won’t be able to make up for it even if you sell your money.
This barrier is too expensive. Not only is the cost high, but the subsequent maintenance costs are also very high. Being able to support ten of them is already an astronomical level of expense.
He had no choice but to explain reluctantly:
"Lord Gallo, ten seats is already my maximum limit..."
"It's not easy to even maintain such expenses. I really can't increase it any more."
When Gallo saw this, he didn't embarrass him too much. This kind of long-term investment should not be too tight or too extreme, otherwise it would easily collapse.
What's more, the ten seats have far exceeded his expectations.
However, he pretended to be a little disappointed and replied:
"Okay, ten seats, just ten seats, although I originally had high hopes for you..."
"Please forgive me for my incompetence."
The supplicant hurriedly knelt down, already changing his words and calling himself a 'subordinate'.
"Forget it, just arrange it as soon as possible. If anything happens, just contact me through this."
Gallo said, taking out a piece of hard bread from his arms, and then reached out and wrote an angel rune on it. This is equivalent to a special blessing, and the specific effect is similar to the gods leaving various imprints on reality.
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Through this piece of bread, Gallo can contact the supplicant at any time, learn his spatial coordinates, and perform various operations on crossing.
The Holy Light Pope and Archbishop Artanis also have similar things, but what they have on hand is a cup of pudding and a small half of corn on the cob.
The supplicant took the piece of bread with both hands and tried the feel of it.
Bang hard!
Then he took another look at the rune on it.
I couldn't understand it at all, I felt dizzy, and I could hear waves of low murmurs like hymns in my ears.
Obviously, even a demigod cannot look directly at this thing.
He quickly put the bread away close to his body and thought about how to study the mystery above.
"Then let's do it. Although you are a mage, you are still very knowledgeable."
Gallo said, stood up from the chair and prepared to leave.
In his hand, he was still playing with the shiny gold bracelet from before, with no intention of returning it.
The supplicant naturally did not dare to say anything.
But as if that wasn't enough, the puppet angel Lal flapped his wings again, rushed into a treasure display window, and took out a sword hilt from inside.
"Sir, this is good!"
Lal handed the hilt to Gallo.
The supplicant suddenly felt the urge to strangle this guy to death.
The hilt of the sword was a relic of a saint during the period of war between the gods, which is also the so-called 'relic of the saint'.
Moreover, this saint is not the kind of saint canonized by a certain sect. The kind of saint canonized through a sect can only be regarded as a false title, a nice name, and generally only those sects will recognize it.
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And this saint who left the hilt of the sword is a true saint. The biggest difference from those canonized saints is that he can be recognized by everyone. He only needs to report his name, even if he has never heard of it.
Masked strangers all knew he was a saint.
There is a mysterious feeling that "no one in the world knows you", as if the world has canonized him as a saint.
This kind of true saint is a kind of existence that is rarer than demigods, angels, and gods. It is completely different from the canonized saints on the street.
Apart from the fallen one, the only other person the supplicant knows is the teacher of the faithless, the Saint Jolo.
That’s why this sword hilt is so precious. Before Saint Yoro was still alive, it should have been the only saint’s relic in the world. It is considered to be one of the most special and precious collections among the many collections of the supplicant.
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In the end, they were all snatched away by that rag doll-like thing!
Although the supplicant hates this guy very much, he doesn't dare to make any mistakes, let alone take action.
Although he didn't feel any pressure or fluctuation on this rag doll, as if it was just an ordinary rag doll, the more it was like this, the more it made him wary.
Is there any ordinary rag doll in this world that can move and talk on its own?
If magic and divine magic influence it, why is there no fluctuation at all?
Obviously, this rag doll should be a special existence, and it is very powerful, and its pressure and breath control are so meticulous that even the strongest demigods on the earth cannot detect it.
Otherwise, there is no reason for it to follow the King of Angels, right?
So even if the supplicant is extremely distressed, he can only swallow this bitter pill by himself and regard it as compensation for the various troubles his subordinates caused to Gallo before, right?
After Gallo got the sword hilt, he looked at it carefully, and then said with some sadness:
"This is indeed what our sect is about."
"This saint who has no name was the one chosen by Master Miya to clean up the mess while I was sleeping. He successfully completed the goddess's mission and built a new temporary shelter for the believers. Then he was promoted to an angel, and finally fought against
He died in the Star God's war..."
"Although I can roughly remember his deeds, I can't recall his name."
The supplicants on the side were stunned for a moment. For a moment, they didn't know whether they should remember this saint, lament the horror and cruelty of the Star God, or continue to feel sorry for their own collection.
After Gallo put away the hilt of the sword, he raised the gold bracelet in his hand and asked:
"By the way, I almost forgot about this. Is this the lich's phylactery?"
The supplicant was slightly startled, and subconsciously wanted to defend himself, but after thinking about it, he nodded decisively and admitted:
"Yes, it is the phylactery of a friend of mine."
Liches are all mages in life, which is one of the reasons why Gallo believes that the profession of mages is very evil.
Therefore, it is normal for lichs and mages to maintain a certain relationship.
However, it seems that there seems to be a deep friendship between the lich and the supplicant, and he would actually entrust something as important as the phylactery to him for safekeeping.
Since the supplicant had admitted it, he simply broke the pot and confessed:
"In fact, in the early years, I was worried that I might not be able to cross that threshold in my life span. I also had the idea of transforming into a lich, and I learned a lot of knowledge in this area."
"From that time on, I developed a deep friendship with her... But later, I gave up the idea and did not dare to face such death and fate."
"Lord Gallo, are you planning to... kill her?"
Gallo did not answer directly, but answered ambiguously:
"It depends on the attitude of the kingdom of the dead."
The supplicant couldn't help but smile bitterly, and was about to ask for mercy when he heard Gallo continue:
"However, I allow you to leak the information."
The supplicant knelt down quickly without saying anything more.
Gallo continued:
"If you want to take that step, you don't need to become a lich, just do good things for me."
Having said that, he showed a slight aura of authority, which was the half that he had snatched from Visa.
Just the slightest hint of breath is enough to benefit the supplicant endlessly. The harvest from carefully experiencing this breath far exceeds the various inexplicable and useless research he conducted before.
I just met Gallo once today, and I had such insights and gains twice, which is better than his previous research results in hundreds of years.
The supplicant immediately thanked him profusely and kept the fluctuation and smell of the breath firmly in his heart.
"If you do your job well, I won't treat you badly."
Gallo said, activated the crossing and left the treasure house.
He has always believed in the principle of "one stick and one carrot" and "if you want the horse to run, give the horse grass". He gives the supplicant a taste of the sweetness in advance, so that he can do his best, rather than being sneaky and passive.
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The role of the supplicant is quite important. He almost leads the entire supplicant school by himself, and can even be said to be the leader of all mages. This kind of character is difficult to replace, so he can only make good use of it.
Before, he was a little worried about what to do if this guy refused to submit. Although it was easy to kill such a person, it would be difficult to find another candidate who could integrate the power of the mage.
Fortunately, the supplicant was still timid and well aware of current affairs, and things went smoothly.
Of course, the successors must still keep an eye on this guy to avoid causing trouble again.
As for the supplicant, after Gallo left, he also looked exhausted and collapsed on the ground, with large patches of cold sweat oozing from his back.
He hasn't been in such a mess for a long time.
In the previous exchange with Gallo, he had always been in a tense state, but it was just not visible on his face.
It is indeed not an easy task to face a terrifying existence that can erase you at any time. Every word and every action must be carefully considered and considered for fear of causing the other party's displeasure.
So tiring! Even more tiring than being a dog licker!
Fortunately, the King of Angels was not as violent as he imagined, and was actually quite easy-going and approachable.
"Huh~ This time, I have gained a lot. I have to take the time to digest it."
"However, the mission of the King of Angels must be completed first."
The supplicant remained seated, teleported directly back to his usual laboratory, and sat back to his original position with great precision.
On the table in front of you is the crystal container that stores some holy power.
The supplicant glanced at the thing with some disgust and threw it into the pile of debris behind him.
He used to regard this thing as a treasure, but now it seems that it is just a tasteless piece of food. He has benefited a lot from the little things that the King of Angels casually leaked from between his fingers.
He even wanted to praise the King of Angels and Gallo.
Then, the supplicant lay down on the table again and began to write the letter seriously.
The first two letters were two orders, asking his most trusted students to carry out various preliminary preparations for setting up the barrier.
Then, he wrote a letter to his lich friend to remind her, but he was very careful about the wording. He only reminded her that a powerful being was about to visit the realm of the dead.
After sending the letters separately, he bent over the desk and continued to study.