After a few days, the three of them finally "persuaded" all the people on the list given by Frederick.
Although some die-hards are still tough-talking, they have undoubtedly completely relaxed in their hearts. As long as Frederick reveals his interests at the next clan meeting, even if they can't lose face to support, they will no longer be able to raise reasons to oppose.
As for most of the outsiders, they have fully committed to the camp of the main war faction, and they can't wait to wave the flag and shout for the family right now.
Of course, Medea also did some tricks when implanting the idea:
Since what we want to annex is the Principality of Swabia, which is the fiefdom of the Griffin family, it is undoubtedly a more appropriate plan to take advantage of the situation and deal with the Duke of Franconia, preferably by having him beaten to death by His Majesty the Emperor.
To be honest, dealing with these nobles is more tiring than going directly to the battlefield.
The etiquette of visiting, the way of speaking, and the accompanying expressions and body language must be appropriate and not rude.
Medea and Nora naturally knew these etiquette details.
Asker had no idea at all, but he was playing the role of Nora's secretary, so he only had to lower his head to write down the whole process. Medea was responsible for the conversation, and Nora, representing the Licinius family, put on airs and smiled throughout the process.
When everyone talked about the last day, Asker's hands were sore, Medea's mouth was dry, and Nora's face almost cramped from laughing, because these nobles were so good at pretending that they had completely changed their minds in their hearts, and they were still pretending on their faces.
Pretending to be "reluctant", "although I have my own opinion", "but what you said is indeed reasonable", forcefully drag on what could have been discussed in a few minutes to several hours, with countless things in between.
Polite words.
"Loss! What a loss!" Back in the castle corridor, Medea complained, "How can a 20% increase in price be enough? If I had known it would be so tiring, I would have at least given him a 60% increase!"
"It's okay." Aske said, "We will get the excess price difference back later."
"Well, it's up to you." Medea said this and followed Nora back to the room. She played the role of a war broker and political speaker that Nora invited from other places. Of course, she also had to live in the castle.
Room.
Ask also returned to his bedroom, put water in the bathroom and washed his face. When he raised his head, he saw mist emerging from the reflection in the bathroom mirror.
At the same time, a gray figure suddenly appeared behind him.
"Wait a moment." Asik said, drying his face with a towel.
"You don't seem to be afraid of me." The figure in the mirror said.
"If I didn't know who you were," Asker said, staring into the mirror, "I wouldn't have stuffed the coins into the corpse's mouth that day."
"I don't know if you are brave or stupid." The figure said calmly, "I am the ferryman."
"The Ferryman of the River Styx."
"Since you know this ritual, you should also know your purpose and the corresponding price required to summon me."
"Of course." Asik said calmly, "I want to talk to Appilios, and he will pay the price."
"Are you sure he will pay the price for you?" The ferryman slowly stretched out his hand, and a long and narrow scythe emerged from the arm made of mist. Just looking at it made people feel like they were out of body and out of control.
Feeling, "If he refuses, your spirit body will belong to me forever."
"Yes." Asik said hoarsely, "His granddaughter is here with me."
Ferryman:………………
I bet you are a kidnapper! Then Appilios will definitely pay the price for this hostage.
However, the ferryman did not complain. Ever since he became a spirit body, such things as complaining have completely disappeared from him.
So he took a step back, and there was a sound of rushing water under his feet, as if he had stepped into the River Styx.
The figure gradually disappeared.
Ask stood in the bathroom. After a while, Sheila teleported to him from Hearth Island.
"Why did you call me here?" Sheila asked. After Nora came back just now, she said that Asker asked her to go out.
"Meet someone," Ask said.
"Who?" Sheila was alert.
"Your grandpa." Ask replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, mist appeared in the mirror again.
From the mist reflected in the mirror, a canoe slowly floated out. Standing on the bow of the boat was Sheila's familiar figure, who was none other than her grandfather, the lord of Olympia and the leader of the Spiritual Body Sect, Appirios.
At the stern of the boat stood the figure of the ferryman, rowing behind him with a sickle handle.
"Grandpa!" Sheila exclaimed and turned around in disbelief - there was nothing behind her. She turned back and saw her grandfather standing in the reflection of the foggy mirror.
"Theodora." Appelius nodded and turned his gaze, "Ask."
"Sheila has been promoted to Level 6." Ask knew this person's speaking style, so he went straight to the point, "What we need next are the magic potions of Storm III and Meteor III."
"Is this why you came to me?" Appilios raised his eyebrows.
"Of course, she is your granddaughter."
"I'm also a member of your team." Appelius smiled, "I thought you would be reserved."
"This has nothing to do with being reserved, right?" Ask frowned and said, "The war is imminent, so it is important to improve your strength as soon as possible. If you clearly have family resources but do not use them, isn't it a pedantic behavior?"
Appirius was a little surprised. He originally thought that this young man was pursuing his granddaughter, so he teased him about the fact that he came to him for help for Theodora's subsequent promotion. Unexpectedly, the other party actually refuted him seriously.
Time didn't think of how to answer.
"I have a task for you." Appelius finally said, "Complete it, and you can get the finished potions of Storm III and Meteor III."
Ask:………………
So these demigods are annoying. They are obviously gifts for their relatives, but they always like to use them to avoid mission rewards.
But there was nothing he could do about it. After all, he couldn't provide any evidence that the other party had already prepared these two bottles of magic potion to be handed over to Sheila.
Besides, two bottles of Level III magic potion are indeed far more than the value of this mission.
Remember in the game before time travel, what was the final reward given to the players for this mission? It was a bunch of Level III potion recipes, allowing the players to choose one!
Even if it is just an optional recipe, players in the forum still made various ecstatic remarks like "spiritual shareholders" and "guard renewal".
After all, everyone had already expected that there were so many people taking on the task, and if each person was given a bottle of magic potion, even if the city of Olympia was emptied, Appirius would not be able to afford it.
Calculated this way, Asik can get two bottles of Level III magic potion this time, isn’t that a huge profit?
"Let's talk about your mission first." He thought for a long time and said.
"I have a subordinate," Appilios said calmly. "Following the order's instructions, he secretly lurked into the School of Life to obtain the formula for the advanced 'life' sequence."
"As a result, after completing his mission, he suddenly severed contact with the sect. It has been confirmed that he is still alive and lurking in or around the city of Stuttgart. It is obvious that he has completely rebelled."
"Find him, kill him, and bring back the corresponding life sequence formula." Appilios finally said, "Then, these two bottles of magic potion are yours."
"Okay." Asik thought to himself that it was indeed that mission. As a prophet, it was not that difficult.
"Theodora." Appirius looked at his granddaughter again, his tone softened, "Has the last potion been digested?"
"Yeah." Silla nodded and suddenly said, "Grandpa."
"Didn't some dark elves appear in the city during the last demon wave?"
"I suspect that there are forces deliberately disrupting the order in the city... In short, you have to be careful about the people around you who have a lot of contact with you on a daily basis."
Appilios looked at her in surprise, feeling that his granddaughter seemed to know something.
"Okay." He nodded and said.
So in the reflection of the mirror, as the fog disappeared, the figures of Appilios and the ferryman gradually disappeared.
Silla stared blankly at the mirror, looking a little lost.
In the Styx River in the gap between the planes, the boat continued to slide forward.
"Level III potions... when did they become so worthless to you that you just give them away?" the ferryman asked casually.
"Ask, what do you think?" Appilios asked instead without answering directly.
"I can't see clearly." The ferryman shook his head and added, "Spiritually speaking, he is just an ordinary Level 9 low-level human transcendent whose bloodline has not yet formed."
"But it just gives people a certain feeling that they can't see through it..." He leaned the sickle on the board of the ship and sighed, "There are actually humans that I can't see through."
"The Holy See rated him as R4." Appilios said, "In the beginning it was just him alone, and then it expanded to his team, all of whom were R4."
The surroundings fell silent, leaving only the sound of the Styx flowing quietly.
"It's a bug, right?" the ferryman said, "That one from your human church..."
"Artificial Intelligence." Appelius said.
"Artificial intelligence will occasionally malfunction, right?" the ferryman sneered, "R4? Who was the last R4? Gaius Julius Caesar, the Caesar of ancient Solomon, ended it with his own hands
A character from the Third Age."
"The Solomon Senate at that time also thought so. R4, an unprecedented level, must be a program failure." Appilios said, "But the young Caesar felt like he was facing a powerful enemy, and he attacked the surrounding nobles.
He borrowed a lot of money, spent it on banquets and gambling, and gave away his information to others for several years, finally making the senators and nobles relax their vigilance against him."
"It wasn't until he formed a secret alliance with Pompey and Crassus that he showed his real fangs. He squeezed out Biblos, who was also the consul, and took over the power. The Senate was panicked and drove him out of Solomon City. As a result
Caesar came to Gaul and took office as governor. In the first year, he launched the Gallic War and gained countless wealth and the loyalty of soldiers."
"In the end, he led his army across the Rubicon River and returned to Solomon City as a conqueror. Only then did the Solomon elders intuitively realize the threat level of R4 for the first time." Appelius sneered, "
Artificial intelligence has the possibility of making mistakes, but who can be sure that it must be a program failure?"
"Why can't it be true? If it is, what should we do?"
"If it's all R4." The ferryman was silent for a while and said in a slightly mocking tone, "Then what is this Cang Qing Sword mercenary group? The whole group is the future demigod or emperor? With just one kick, the entire continent can be conquered.
Trembling figure?”
"Who knows," Appilios said lightly, "What the Holy See can currently infer is that Theodora will most likely be able to return to the country and regain the throne in the future."
"The premise is that your grandfather must help him." The ferryman said.
"Even if I don't help her, there will be no change in the future." Apirios smiled casually, "That's R4. Whether I am willing to help Theodora or not, at the level of R4, the evaluation factors
It's not worth mentioning at all. Maybe she will surpass the demigod in the future, and maybe be infinitely close to the level of a god."
"If this is true, then this will be the most cost-effective investment in history." The ferryman said in a hoarse voice, "Two bottles of level III magic potion, exchange for a near god with level 35 or above. Oh, and they kill
After targeting the target person, the extraordinary characteristics of Life IV and Spirit IV that can be obtained are prepared for the Licinius family, right? That’s at least two of them."
"Oh, you and I are the only ones who can think of investing in them in advance." Appirios said meaningfully.