"Grand Master, Taylor has obtained the property rights deed for this piece of land." Enfas said while holding a spar.
Xuan Weizi stood on a barren and withered land, with several ghouls burned by the flames at his feet. He looked at the dilapidated farmhouse building in the distance and said: "What kind of property rights contract is just a piece of paper."
.In the end, it still depends on whether it can be effectively controlled. If you just use this place as a refugee shelter or refuge, in the end it will just be waiting for other violent groups to come and harvest."
After some coercion and coercion, Taylor obtained a piece of abandoned real estate from the rich man of the Chamber of Commerce. This was not just a superficial act, but Xuan Weizi had already taken a fancy to this place.
This land originally had farmland and villages, but it has long been annexed by the large chamber of commerce. The farmers and villagers have been displaced, and the fields have been abandoned and left unattended. In two or three years, they have become overgrown with weeds and attracted beasts and monsters.
.
Xuan Weizi, along with Enfas and Ma'ang, took action directly to eliminate the monsters in this area, and began to survey the environment and select a location to build a psychic monastery.
"I didn't find any magic springs or energy gathering fields along the way. It seems to be a relatively ordinary basin. I used the prophecy system to detect the underground, and I didn't find any rich minerals." Enfas sighed:
"That's right. If these things really existed, the mages would have been eager to develop them. How could such a piece of land be left unused? Wouldn't it be too much to let Taylor be openly hostile to a large chamber of commerce just for such a piece of land?
Too extreme?"
"That's not what you say." Xuan Weizi raised his hand to gesture to the rolling mountains and hills around him: "The abundance of a certain resource will lead to the accumulation of social wealth and manpower in it. This is almost an objective law. A place that is so ordinary is almost
Only wasteland without characteristics has the value of being developed from scratch. And what is truly valuable is not just the specific things produced."
Enfas asked: "Does the Grand Master hope to cultivate talents through the development and management of this basin?"
"If you can't handle such an area well, don't even think about rescuing a wider range of poor people." Xuan Weizi said, "As for myself, I just want to find a quiet environment to teach psychic skills.
"
Xuan Weizi did not deliberately let Taylor grow into a person who was dedicated to saving the poor. He knew very well that doing such a thing would be full of hardships, and there would not even be much of a prospect in this world.
But since Taylor has such a wish, Xuan Weizi will also arrange opportunities for him. But rather than imagining a bright future or a grand vision, it is better to deal with the difficulties and troubles in front of him first.
If Taylor can't even manage tens of thousands of people, don't even think about more distant things. If you don't have such a vision, you might as well give up the idea early. Admit your own shortcomings and overcome some of your unrealistic ideas.
It is also a way to break the illusion. It just takes time to prove it in reality.
When Xuan Weizi selected a location for a psychic monastery and led the psychic warriors to start construction, the first group of poor people also came to this mountain basin under the leadership of the female priest Jeanne. They found the original people here.
The abandoned buildings were slightly repaired, and then the land was reclaimed. The Evergreen Chamber of Commerce provided farm tools and livestock, and sent instructors to teach various water conservancy and planting techniques.
"You want me to take action to destroy the decadent school?"
Xuan Weizi watched the psychic warriors form a "resonance array". With continuous psychic energy, they kneaded and shaped the crystal steel ingots produced under the Nahasa Wasteland like clay, stretching them into thin and tough crystals.
steel plate.
The female priest Jeanne came to the outside of the monastery, found Xuan Weizi and said: "That's right! I heard that the group of necromancers are carrying out the evil magic ritual again. If they are not stopped, it will probably cause extremely bad consequences.
.In the event of an undead disaster, a large tide of corpses will first hit Changxia City, and then come towards us! Even if the Duke of Mind does not consider the people, you want to build a psychic monastery here, is it possible?
Is it okay to ignore the coming crisis?”
"Well, there has been progress. I know how to use crises to warn others." Xuan Weizi nodded in praise. He held the photo-hanguangjian in his hand and replied: "But I can also tell you that I have been observing the filling of corpse pits.
The situation. The group of necromancers of the Decay School is indeed dealing with corpses. In addition to selecting some corpses to make undead creatures, they are very active in promoting the complete decay of corpses, making the soil around the corpse pit fertile, instead of letting negative energy go.
and the spread of disease.”
"Does the Duke of Mind want to say that these necromancers are not evil people?" Jeanna asked awkwardly.
"Look, we have plunged into the confrontation between justice and evil again." Xuan Weizi said: "In your eyes, you are afraid that the rotten school will once again lead to the unfortunate result of the undead disaster, but in my opinion, the rotten school
The school is only focusing on its own magic research and attaches great importance to safety. From the ethical perspective of ordinary people, this group of necromancers does have many evil deeds, but I do not intend to be that judge."
Jeanne argued: "When the necromantic disaster expanded to almost destroy the entire Galard continent, one of the main reasons was that the leaders of various countries at that time did not realize the dangers of necromancy and did not think that the crisis would come.
On your own head!"
"But it's not five hundred years ago now." Xuan Weizi said: "In fact, I have also checked the records of the scourge of the undead by the Scribing Academy. The tide of corpses that filled the mountains and plains back then is simply not enough in today's era.
pose a major threat."
Necromancy, as a unique magic faction, has actually been formed long before the arcane system. Undead creatures are not necessarily created by spellcasters. In some environments where negative energy accumulates, it is entirely possible to naturally arouse unconscious ones.
Zombie skeleton.
Likewise, necromancy is constantly progressing and improving, and even the lich transformation developed by ancient spellcasters in pursuit of long-term existence was continuously explored and perfected long before Mikosi.
During the undead catastrophe, the frightening zombie tide and skeleton army were extremely ineffective in the eyes of contemporary necromancers. Skeleton zombies were at best a necromancy version of the construct.
So much so that in the later stages of the Undead Catastrophe, a well-organized and courageous militia could wipe out hordes of skeletons and zombies.
And judging from some of the records in the Scribes College, the disaster of undead that year may not have been caused by any necromancer or evil devil. Until the end, the church did not find a specific mastermind or leader, and a large number of undead just blindly went to the living.
People attack.
And today's necromancers will not be able to control undead creatures at the level of zombies and skeletons in batches. When it comes to actual battles, such slow-moving, shambling undead creatures with no combat skills will be used as cannon fodder in battle lines. They all thought the cost was too high.
What's more, necromancy itself has great limitations. For example, most of the miracles performed by church priests use positive energy, which has a significant restraint effect on necromancy with negative energy as its core. "Anti-death Barrier" It also blocked the lethality of many necromancy spells.
Therefore, specialized mages who devote all their energy to necromancy are actually very rare these days. Just like Verre, the student of Herzeken in the "Withering Death Moon", he does not only know necromancy.
As for Xuan Weizi, he is an alchemy monk who pursues immortality and long-term vision, and is both physically and spiritually wonderful. He does not follow the path of dismembering corpses and returning their souls to the lunar calendar. He is not very interested in manipulating corpses. Even if they are ghosts, they are not interested in manipulating corpses. It is necessary to use the Star Gang Dharma Altar to refine and enlighten, rather than directly controlling and driving it.
"Duke of the Heart, I still have to remind you." Jeanne said: "Before most disasters break out, many people who think they are smart think that the disaster will not break out or will not affect them. Arrogance is a very A dangerous mentality, it can make people blind."
"Without arrogance, people will not be blind?" Xuan Weizi saw Jeanne blushing unconvinced and said with a smile: "Getting rid of blindness depends on the change of self-understanding, as well as the observation and judgment of the outside world, so as to maintain The benign connection and transformation between inside and outside. Not being arrogant is the quality of words and deeds in the eyes of outsiders after getting rid of blindness. But if you only know how to overcome arrogance and think that you are no longer blind, it is like chasing the shadow of things forever. Can’t grasp the truth.”
Jeanne couldn't defeat Xuan Weizi, so she had no choice but to say: "I just didn't expect that Taylor's teacher would be so cold and ruthless, but he praises and respects you without hesitation."
Xuan Weizi would not be tempted by such a clumsy provocation. He shook his head and sighed: "So, blindness without arrogance is more terrifying. Ms. Jeanne, have you ever seen a priest who can cast necromancy? Or vice versa? Come here, a necromancer who can perform miracles?"
"How is it possible? How could my Lord grant a miracle to such a person?" Jeanne immediately retorted.
Xuan Weizi took out a starlight cocoon like a magic trick, flung it to the ground and faced the wind, and it expanded in size. The stagnant bloody flesh mass inside was vaguely visible, like an unusually huge insect amber.
Xuanwei's bullet finger lifted the seal of the astral cocoon, and the astral body melted away like a thread peeling off a cocoon, gradually revealing the curled-up Comerius inside. After staying in New Camelot City for a while, the missionary academy bishop who is good at blood magic , was defeated and sealed by the incarnation of Xuan Weizi. The soul could not escape the transfer and fell into a state of unconscious suspended animation, but it still retained a trace of vitality.
It looked like Comosius had been skinned, curled up in a ball with blood and flesh. Jeanne felt a little nauseated when she saw it, but she could see that there was a miraculous light radiating between the clasped limbs, causing Comosius's flesh to heal quickly.
"This, this is..." Jeanne forced herself to ask.
"Bishop of the Mission School, Comerius." Xuan Weizi watched the man in front of him stand up with difficulty. He was thin and skinny, with a pair of pupils filled with hatred in his deep-set eyes, staring at Xuan Weizi.
"Oh, Lan, Suo..." Comosius's voice was hoarse, and there was a faint blood-colored evil light pulsing in one of his arms. The collection and flow of negative energy was immediately captured by Jeanne's keen sense.
"Death!" The ferocious and sinister "finger of death" jumped out from Comosius's fingertips like black lightning, heading straight towards Xuan Wei Zi.
"Be careful!" Jeanna exclaimed subconsciously, but saw the black lightning hitting Xuan Wei Zi, just like rain on the glass window, flowing away quickly. This "finger of death" didn't even have Xuan Wei Zi's spell resistance.
breakdown!
Xuan Weizi lightly dusted his collar and looked at Comosius with a bit of disdain: "After all, I defeated the seal. Why do you think you can defeat me if you break the seal? You are also blind."
"How is it possible?" Jeanne stared at Comosius and said in disbelief: "How is it possible for him to master miracles and necromancy at the same time? This is, this is blasphemy to our Lord!"
Xuan Weizi smiled and said to Comosius: "Ms. Jeanna of the Charity House doubts your identity. Why don't you ask Bishop Comosius to show you his miracles?"
"What do you take me for?" Comosius was like a wild beast, a hungry growl came from deep in his throat.
Xuan Weizi clicked his tongue, raised his foot and whipped his leg, directly kicking the skinny Comosius away.
"Even a dog should understand that it should take advantage of this moment to wag its tail and beg for mercy." Xuan Weizi raised his hand and Comosius was pulled back by psychic control.
Comosius was greatly humiliated. Looking at his expression, he wanted to pounce on Xuan Weizi and bite off a piece of meat. However, his will to survive still forced him to calm down and softly recited the sacred scriptures, forming a "shield of piety."
He gave birth to a white aura to cover himself.
"Are you satisfied?" Comercius asked through gritted teeth.
"How come there is a bishop like you in the missionary academy? Is the president of the academy crazy?" Jeanne took out the sickle.
"The head of the missionary academy?" Comercius sneered: "That guy who only knows how to make money and does loan sharking better than miracles? Judging from your appearance, you should be a pastor from the countryside, right? Missionary Academy
The internal situation has long been hopelessly corrupt. I originally had a chance to reverse this situation, but this person ruined it."
"You have no right to criticize others!" Jeanne scolded: "If you really devoutly convert to my Lord, you must say goodbye to all the evil magic in the past!"
"It seems that you really know nothing about the nature of the church's faith." Comoxius looked at Xuan Weizi with a sneer: "What? Now you are starting to get into this kind of naked and brainless goddess stick?
I thought you hated this guy."
"What a mouthful." Xuan Weizi waved his hand, and a large ball of fluid silver light enveloped Comosius again, sealing him in the starlight cocoon.
"Duke of the Heart, why do you still let him live?" Jeanne said: "According to doctrine, such heretics who blaspheme the miracles of our Lord must be punished."
"Of course it is useful for me to keep him." Xuan Weizi said: "Can you understand this time? Whether you are blind or not has nothing to do with arrogance. The development of reality is often beyond previous imagination and understanding, and it will not depend on whether you are blind or not.
Acceptance does not exist.
Going back to the previous matter, I am not shielding the decadent school of thought, but their actions are not enough for me to intervene. On the contrary, I hope to see their final results. If serious harm is really caused, I will not sit idly by and do nothing.