It was probably around two o'clock in the afternoon.
"Necromancy?" In the waiting room of the mercenary union, the steward who was responsible for arranging the hiring of mercenaries with Arthur said with a frown: "It is indeed quite troublesome to have to deal with that kind of evil heretic."
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"No matter what, the mission to eliminate the [Bone Scavengers] bandits remains unchanged." Arthur said calmly: "I just got the news and came back to tell you about it. Please also let me know and arrange to meet with us in the afternoon.
[Crescent Mercenary Group]. I don’t want to hide this matter from them. It’s better to let them know in advance what kind of dangerous work they are about to perform, and let them decide whether to accept this task.”
"You don't have to worry about this, Mr. Aslan." The steward smiled calmly and replied: "The mercenaries of the Crescent Mercenary Group are all professionals, and they will not shrink back and dare not accept a group of undead.
This mission. Of course, the enemy's strength is different from what was previously expected, and they may plan to charge more reward. You can just negotiate the terms after you meet."
"Really? It's really reassuring." Arthur couldn't help but hum. Judging from the manager's tone, maybe the Crescent Mercenary Group is really strong and won't back down because of "a mere undead". Of course, this
Arthur still knew how strong the mercenary group was, otherwise he wouldn't have deliberately hired this group of mercenaries.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the mercenary union hall, and Arthur seemed to be able to hear someone cheering.
"What's going on outside?" he asked. Normally, the hall of the mercenary union is not a very quiet place. The people coming and going here, whether they are employers or those vulgar and bellicose mercenaries,
I am not the type who can suppress my temper and speak quietly. However, the loud noise just now was a bit louder than usual. It should be said that it was extraordinary.
"It should be those famous mercenary groups who have successfully carried out dangerous missions and returned." The steward replied: "Most of the mercenaries in the union are very familiar with each other. If someone returns alive from a dangerous mission, as a rule, everyone will
Cheers. The bigger and more dangerous the mission the returning person has performed, of course the louder the cheers from others will be."
"That's it." Arthur said absentmindedly: "It's almost like a family."
"That's funny." The steward smiled sheepishly: "Want to go out and have a look, Mr. Aslan? Maybe the person who just returned from the mission is the [Crescent Mercenary Group] you plan to hire? In that case, he will be there soon.
I can arrange a meeting with you."
"No. Let them rest." Arthur thought that the other party had just returned from a very dangerous mission, and might even be covered in blood and scarred. He had better be wise not to disturb these heroes who had returned triumphantly, and let them
Let them enjoy the joy of victory and get enough rest. It is more polite to wait until the agreed time to interview the [Crescent Mercenary Group].
"You are right, Mr. Aslan. This is fine." After testing Arthur, the steward immediately stood up from the table: "Then, it's time for me to arrange a meeting between you and the mercenaries. You guys
Just wait here for a while, I'll be back soon."
Arthur didn't have to guess what concept he was talking about right away. It was agreed that the interview would be in the afternoon, and it was only around two o'clock at noon. Arthur probably had to wait for a few hours. It would be too boring to wait here for a few hours.
It's a torment, but even if they don't wait here, Arthur and the others have nowhere to go.
"What are you doing?" The King of Knights turned to look at Verne who was sitting aside and tinkering with something. The kid seemed to be processing crossbow arrows and the like and was busy non-stop.
"Coat the crossbow arrows with holy water." Verne replied matter-of-factly, "The ones we have to deal with next are all undead, aren't they? Of course you have to use holy water to deal with the undead."
"What you call holy water is what's in that little bottle?" Arthur glanced at the silver bottle held in Verne's other hand. The kid was using a cloth to absorb the colorless and transparent liquid from the bottle.
, and then applied it to the black iron crossbow arrowhead. Arthur couldn't feel the magic power of the liquid in the bottle at all. It seemed to be just water. Although the bottle was also a carved silver bottle with decent workmanship, it was nothing more than that. Likewise,
It doesn't have any magic power attached to it. Would this kind of thing be useful if it was painted on an arrow?
"It should be useful for the time being." Verne stuck out his tongue and said: "This was given to me by the cardinal from the Vatican when he came to consecrate it... Well, it was given to the Duke of Sirnante.
Holy water bottle. The bishop has ordered that once you get sick, pour boiled water into this holy water bottle. After half a day, drink the cool and holy boiled water, and the disease will naturally be cured. I have tried it and it really works."
"Ah, of course, there are silver ions in the bottle, that thing sterilizes..." Arthur blurted out and was about to explain, but suddenly thought that the technology and even the medical level of this era were very backward, and people didn't know when they got sick.
It is caused by bacteria and viruses, and people think that illness is caused by demons or supernatural forces. To explain the principle of silver ion sterilization and treatment to people of this era is to talk nonsense. No matter how you explain it, they will never understand it.
"Um, what did you want to say just now?" Seeing Arthur hesitate to speak, Verne asked.
"I'm just saying that the holy water in your bottle is too weak and won't work at all." Arthur didn't bother to explain, so he simply took action to solve the problem: "Bring the bottle. As for the holy water, I can help you prepare a little."
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"...This is a very expensive bottle given by the cardinal? Don't break it?" Verne said doubtfully, but he still handed the silver bottle to Arthur.
"By the way, help me watch the wind so that no one comes in from outside or peeks in." Arthur said again.
The kid simply ran to the door and blocked the door with his butt.
"Ha~~~" Bedivere yawned on the side. This was of course not because he was sleepy, but because he was signaling to Arthur, because he was the one who was really showing off --- he used
With his animal-like sensitive hearing and intuition, he monitored whether anyone was passing by outside the door. His yawn indicated that no one was eavesdropping outside the door, and no one in this area was even eavesdropping on Arthur's every move. The King of Knights could
Be bold and do what you want to do.
"Very good." Arthur took out the Seraph Holy Sword and let its light blade emit a bright light in the room. Of course, this light just flashed by. Since it is a light blade, the output is
It can be controlled, and the output of the Seraph Holy Sword is still controlled by Arthur's thoughts (brain waves). The light blade, which was originally the size and length of a long sword, quickly shrank to shorter than a dagger and shorter than the tip of a needle.
Still fine.
"Oh." Verne had seen the Holy Sword of Seraph before, and he thought it was incredible at that time. Now that he saw that Arthur could change the size of the blade made of light from the Holy Sword at will, he found it even more incredible.
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But Arthur made a "shush" gesture to stop the kid from making too many exclamations. At the same time, he also put the shrunken light blade into the silver bottle.
He vaguely heard the sound of the water in the bottle boiling, but the boiling was not particularly violent because Arthur had minimized the output of the light blade. At the same time, the light blade of the Holy Sword itself was enchanted with [Holy], [Holy]
] has great lethality against demons. Magic power is transmissible. If the light blade is immersed in the bottle like this, a small part of the enchantment will indeed penetrate into the water, so that the water in the silver bottle will also have a weak
[Holy]. Arthur didn't expect this sacred "holy water" to be of much use in actual combat, but it was enough to fool this kid.
"Here, this is the enhanced version of holy water." After finishing it, Arthur handed the bottle back to Verne.
"Wow, that's awesome." Verne glanced into the silver bottle. The "holy water" inside was emitting a faint white light. It was indeed a bit different from the originally transparent and colorless holy water.
"Hey, don't drink it in your stomach!" When Arthur saw the naughty kid picking up the bottle and wanting to taste the holy water, he immediately stopped him and said, "This is not for drinking. If you drink it, your stomach will hurt!"
"Tch..." Even if Arthur stopped him, Verne still looked at the holy water in the bottle with a look of reluctance.
"Really don't drink it, this is not a joke." Arthur rolled his eyes at the kid: "A blessing that is too powerful is like poison, it can kill people."
He was not talking nonsense. Although people of this era would never understand it, the fact that Arthur enchanted the water [holy] in this way also means that the photon concentration in the water is much higher than that of ordinary boiled water. The photon concentration is too high for humans to drink it all at once.
High levels of liquid may petrify the internal organs, but it can really kill people.
After being repeatedly warned not to drink holy water, Verne gave up this stupid idea, dipped a piece of cloth into the holy water in the bottle, and applied the holy water to the arrowhead of the crossbow. This time, the arrowhead of the crossbow had an almost
An imperceptible glimmer. Although it is extremely weak and cannot be seen without looking carefully, the light does exist, which means that there is indeed a very weak [holy] enchantment attached to the crossbow arrow.
I don’t know how useful this arrow is, but it’s better than nothing. In this way, that kid Verne can at least fire arrows from the back of the camp with peace of mind, right?
"It's not enough." After he had just applied "holy water" to thirty crossbow arrows and used up all the holy water in the bottle, Verne seemed to have other ideas. He stretched out his hand and asked Arthur: "How about more."
I want to coat the dagger next to me with holy water."
"Believe me, you won't need to use that." Arthur sighed, this kid was starting to get a little annoying: "Bedi will get rid of the enemies before they threaten you at close range."
"What if the big dog is too late to rescue me?" Verne just refused to give up.
"Tsk." Arthur sighed again: "No need to apply holy water, just take this. This is a hundred times better than your dagger."
He did not apply holy water to the small dagger that Verne was carrying. Instead, he took a throwing knife from his shoulder strap and gave it to the kid. It was given to him by Zuster, a magic flying knife specially designed for vampire hunters.
The knife is one of the weapons that is well-forged and has been blessed by the divine. The flying knives are limited in number and are very precious. After every battle, Arthur will carefully clean the battlefield to recycle the flying knives.
"Wow!" Seeing the well-forged magic-breaking flying knife with a cold light, Verne also knew that it was not comparable to ordinary weapons, and he immediately accepted it: "Thanks! This is really cool!"
"Just don't lose it. There is no substitute for this thing in the world. If you lose one, you will lose one." Arthur said, although in actual combat this is what he uses to throw away...
"Yeah, I understand, thank you." Verne excitedly played with the magic-breaking flying knife as if he had gotten a new toy. Although the flying knife was a flying knife, the handle was specially made extra short to facilitate throwing.
But in fact, it's not a bad idea to wield it like a dagger, especially for a brat like Verne with smaller hands.
While Verne was playing with his new toy, a series of heavy footsteps came from outside the door. (To be continued)