Annan frowned, realizing that the problem was starting to become serious.
His expression also became serious.
"Which curse are you talking about?"
Just in case, Annan asked.
He still held a trace of luck in his heart.
If it really is that curse, then this is not as simple as a rebellion by the local nobles...
But Vasika's answer completely wiped out Annan's luck: "It's the curse you know. The legendary 'Holy Grail', 'Fountain of Youth', 'Fountain of Youth', a forbidden technology from the elves -
Using the 'blood of the world' pumped out by the curse cellar, you can almost achieve the power of creation that makes all your wishes come true..."
Hearing the word "cursed cellar", Annan was finally able to confirm it.
"But how dare they..."
"Why don't they dare?"
Vasika Rasputin sneered and interrupted Annan: "Short-sighted and selfish. For them, protecting their own wealth and power is the highest purpose and the fundamental motivation for all actions...
"Not to mention that using the blood of the world will cause the gray mist to be further strengthened... They hope that the Great Barrier will be further suppressed, and it is best to stay away from them. In this way, they can independently support the Great Barrier, and they will be qualified to become He
The same level as the Principality of Winter exists.
"If enough curse energy can be extracted, it is not impossible to fight against the True God... Even if the world becomes riddled with holes and will be shattered in a few hundred years, it will have nothing to do with them."
At this point, Vasika's eyes became gloomy: "Speaking of this, I even suspect that the concentration of gray fog has increased abnormally recently, I'm afraid..."
"You mean, someone started using spells again?"
"It's not impossible. Generally speaking, the shrinkage rate of the Great Barrier will not exceed five meters per year. But since last year, this number has suddenly increased significantly."
The brown-haired cat girl who gave off a strong sense of asymmetry nodded heavily: "I think the biggest possibility is the United Kingdom. The old and frail King Denisoya and the 'old royal family' of the Field Islands are both
There is this motive.”
indeed.
The warnings of our ancestors are too far away for today's people. Compared with the many miraculous achievements that mantras can accomplish, its side effects are almost negligible to individuals.
For short-lived species, the cost is much less than that of elves.
Before the elves and centaurs arrived in Yasselan, Yasselan's technology was roughly equivalent to that of the early Middle Ages on Earth. They had no protection from the gods, and the survival rate of extraordinary beings without the technology to carry objects was extremely low, and they had no knowledge of spells at all.
Understand...there are only a handful of ancient ritual masters who use incomplete, barbaric, and extremely inefficient ritual power.
At that time, the gray fog was a light curse that could be dispelled by the Yasselans with the simplest ritual of "lighting a lamp and clapping their hands."
It was precisely because of the abuse of spell power by the elves that the concentration of gray fog increased rapidly. It was not until it caused obvious damage to the bodies of the elves that a large barrier was established based on the twenty-four wizard towers.
.
The ban on curse energy was already at the end of the Third Age.
From the end of the Second Age to the end of the Third Age...less than a thousand years, the outside world was filled with thick fog that extraordinary people could never pass through.
"If it is a curse that can push the Great Barrier of Winter to shrink inwards... the scale of the extraction of the cursed energy cannot be that small."
Annan replied immediately.
This determines that even if someone steals the magic power, it is definitely not an individual act.
And considering that in the past few months, no one has suddenly photographed a magic difference machine or a magic spacecraft, it doesn't look like it was secretly used by some country to develop technology.
...something's not quite right.
Annan quickly realized the problem.
"You want to say that the efficiency is wrong... right?"
Just by looking at Annan's eyes flashing, Wasika guessed what he was going to say.
"That's right," Annan nodded lightly, "If the curse cellar is really reactivated, within a few months...it should have extracted enough curse energy no matter what it needs to do."
The simplest use of spell power can support the consumption of a prosperous city.
Harvesting crops in seconds, animals reproducing rapidly, and greatly extending their lifespans... All these miracles, which are like a sudden burst of gold, can all be easily accomplished using spells.
The curse energy can only be stored in the curse cellar.
——Because the curse energy is the blood of the world.
If the curse cellar leaks without causing a violent explosion, then the curse energy will be immediately returned to the world itself even if it only comes into contact with the air.
Because "air" is also part of this world.
Only in a curse cellar with an environment similar to that of another world can curse energy be stored stably.
But the reality is that no one has come up with any big bang that spans the ages.
It seemed as if only the curse cellar was spinning.
Why is this……
Annan thought for a while.
He turned around and asked: "Those guys from the Northern Alliance...where did they get the curse technology?"
"Technically, they haven't gotten it yet. That's why we're here talking."
Wasika corrected.
"But you said before..."
"They haven't reached a unified opinion yet. But sooner or later someone will be unable to bear it. Because there is a [Specimen Storage Vault] in Wrangel Province.
"Although in principle, the elves should have destroyed all curse technology...but just like these short-sighted nobles, there are also fools among the elves."
Vasika frowned: "The [Specimen Storage Vault] in Wrangel Province has the technology to create a curse cellar. And it was brought out directly by a Frost Whisperer.
"I even suspect that some of them have begun to secretly create curse cellars in their own territory."
This is indeed something they can do.
Annan nodded.
Therefore, we realized the seriousness of the problem.
"I'm afraid our meeting will end here."
Annan turned his head and glanced at the three people on the ground on the first floor, then looked at Vasika: "I have to contact the Hand of Winter and take them away for torture."
Naturally, it was not Annan's turn to do such hard and dirty work as torture.
Similarly, he does not need to find a way to get rid of these people - that is a problem that the Hand of Winter needs to consider.
If it weren't for the fact that the players have little experience in this area, and that there are still some minors among the players who need to pay attention to the impact, Annan would actually like to find a few players to come over and practice...
But Annan still remembered Ivan’s reminder.
Although he didn't know why... Ivan reminded him that when talking to the Rasputins, he should try to take the absolute initiative.
According to Annan's speculation, this seems to be related to the great-level curse controlled by the Duke of Winter.
Because Vasika did not try to give Annan power or have any evil intentions, Ivan's warning was of no use for the time being.
But it seems that it can be reversed and used a little bit...
Vasika didn't know what Annan was thinking.
She just glanced at the three people: "I will keep an eye on them for you. Although I don't think you can ask anything... but that's okay."
"——In addition, Mr. Vasika."
Annan suddenly interrupted.
"There is no need to be so distant from me, Your Majesty. Just tell me what you have to say."
Catwoman just chuckled: "When you succeed to the throne, I will be your palace ritualist."
"I do have something to trouble you with."
Annan looked at Vasika with a smile: "I have a group of very loyal and trustworthy people here... I mean, young people who are absolutely loyal to me personally.
"They are restricted by special spells. They will not die even if they fail in the ritual, and their brains are very good."
"You mean..."
Vasika asked tentatively.
"As for the Rasputin family, is it not convenient for them to come... for a little further education? We can discuss the specific compensation later."
Annan, who was smiling softly, looked like a cunning white fox cub.
Vasika didn't know why, but the corners of her mouth raised slightly.
"Okay. I don't need any reward. I can even give you a gift."
She easily agreed to Annan's request: "The only requirement is that anyone who learns our family's rituals must have the word [Rasputin] in their name.
"Of course, they may not come until next month. Because I will turn into a cat soon...you will not understand what I am saying."
Become a cat?
Annan had someone in mind...no, a cat.
"As long as there is an interpreter who can communicate with cats, there will be no problem."
Annan replied.
On the other side, the players who are participating in the "Adventure on the Boat" activity underground have not yet learned that Annan has arranged a wave of great benefits for them.
However, their search for Captain Selicia in the Stone has yielded some new results.