Chapter 2258: King of 傀儡 (9)

Chapter 2258 King of the King (9)
It is about two o'clock at noon.
"Dream of the dead." In the waiting room of the mercenary union, the manager responsible for the appointment of mercenaries with Arthur dragged his way: "It is really troublesome, and I have to deal with the evil demon." "
"In any case, the task of destroying the [Bone Picker] thieves regiment remains unchanged." Arthur calmly said: "I just knew the news, come back and talk to you, please also inform us about the afternoon meeting with us. [New Moon Mercenary Corps]. I don't want to take this matter to them and don't report it. Let them know in advance what kind of dangerous work is going to be performed, and let them decide whether or not to pick up this task."
"You don't have to worry about this, Mr. Yaslan." The management smiled lightly and replied: "The mercenaries of the New Moon Mercenary Corps are professionals, and they will not retreat because of a group of dead bodies. This task. Of course, the strength of the enemy is different from what was previously expected. They may plan to pay more. This time, after you meet, you can negotiate the conditions."
"Yes. It's really reassuring." Arthur couldn't help but scream. According to the tone of this management, maybe the New Moon Mercenary Corps is really strong and will not retreat because of the "death of the district." Of course, this mercenary group is roughly strong, Arthur is still in his heart, or he will not deliberately hire this group of mercenaries.
Just then, there was a sudden noise outside the lobby of the mercenary union, and Arthur seemed to be able to hear someone cheering.
"What is the situation outside?" he asked. Normally, the lobby of the mercenary union is not a very quiet place. The people who come and go here, whether it is the employer or the vulgar mercenaries, are not the types that can whisper by pressing their own temper. . However, the loud noises just now are a bit more noisy than usual, it should be said to be extraordinary noise.
"It should be that the well-known mercenary group returned smoothly after completing the dangerous task." The manager replied: "Most of the mercenaries in the union are very familiar. Some people are alive and returning from dangerous missions. By example, everyone will Cheering. The larger and more dangerous the tasks performed by the returnees, the greater the cheers of others."
"It turns out." Arthur was absent-minded: "It's like a family."
"Smile." The management was embarrassed to smile: "Would you like to go out and see, Mr. Yaslan? Maybe you just finished the mission and you are returning the [New Moon Mercenary Corps] that you are going to hire? Can arrange for you to meet."
"No. Let them take a break." Arthur thought that the other person had just returned from a very dangerous mission. He might even be covered in blood and bruises. He still knows not to disturb the heroes who triumphed. They enjoy the joy of victory and plenty of rest. Wait until the agreed time and then interview with the [New Moon Mercenary Corps], more courtesy.
"You are right, Mr. Yaslan. That's fine." After the temptation of Arthur, he immediately stood up from the table: "So, I should also arrange for you to meet with the mercenaries. You Wait a moment here, I will be back soon."
What he said was a concept right away, and Arthur didn’t have to guess. It’s said that the interview was in the afternoon, and now it’s only two o'clock at noon. Arthur estimates that he has to wait a few hours. It’s a tough time to wait a few hours here, but even if you don’t wait here, Arthur has nowhere to go.
"What are you doing?" The Cavaliers turned his head and looked at Verne, who was sitting on the side of the drum. The little devil seems to be processing things like arrows and is busy.
"Paint the arrow with holy water." Verne replied, of course. "The next thing to deal with is the dead spirit, isn't it? Of course, it is necessary to use holy water to deal with the dead spirit."
"What do you call holy water, what is in that little bottle?" Arthur glanced at the silver bottle that Verne had in his other hand. The little devil sucked the colorless, transparent liquid from the bottle with a cloth and applied it to the black iron arrow. Arthur couldn't feel the magic of the liquid in the bottle, it seemed to be water. Although the bottle is also a carved silver bottle that can be used for work, it is not the case, and it is not accompanied by a little magic. Is this kind of thing useful on the arrow?
"It should be useful." Verne said with a tongue: "This is the time given to me by the Cardinal of the Vatican. I gave it to me, for the Duke of Hilnan. The holy water bottle. The bishop has commanded that once sick, he will inject the boiled boiled water into the holy water bottle, and after a long time, drink the cool and holy water, and the disease will naturally heal. I have tried it.
"Oh, of course, there are silver ions in the bottle, and that thing is sterilized..." Arthur blurted out and just wanted to explain, but suddenly thought that the technology and medical level of this era are very backward, people don't know when they are sick. It is a ghost of a bacterial virus, thinking that illness is a demon or supernatural power. With the people of this era to explain the principle of silver ion sterilization and treatment, it is not for the cow to play the piano, no matter how to explain them are absolutely impossible to understand.
"Amount, what did you just want to say?" Verne asked as he saw Arthur's words.
"I just said that the holy water in your bottle is too weak to work." Arthur was too lazy to explain it. He simply used the action to solve the problem: "The bottle is brought, holy water, I can help you prepare a little." "
"...this is what the cardinal gave, a very expensive bottle? Don't break it?" Verne would be suspicious, but still handed the silver bottle to Arthur.
"By the way, help me see the wind, don't let people come in from outside or steal it." Arthur said again.
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The little ran ran to the door and blocked the door with his butt.
"Oh~~~" Biddyville yawned, of course not because he was sleepy, but because he was signalling Arthur, because he was the one who really let the wind ------ he used The sensitive hearing and intuition of my own beasts monitors whether anyone passes by. His yawning indicates that no one is eavesdropping outside the door, and even no one in this area has eavesdropped on the sneak peek at Arthur. The Cavaliers can boldly do what they want to do.
"Very good." Arthur pulled the sacred angel's sword out of the sheath, letting its light blade shine in the room. Of course, this kind of light is just a flash. Since it is a light blade, the output is controllable, and the output of the sacred angel sword is controlled by Arthur's thought (brain wave). It should have the size of a long sword. And the length of the light edge, quickly shrinks to be shorter than the dagger, thinner than the tip.
"Oh." Verne had seen the sacred sword before, and then felt that the sword was incredible. Now he sees that Arthur can change the size of the blade made of the light of the Holy Sword at will, and it is even more incredible.
But Arthur made a "squeaky" movement, so that the little devil did not make too much exclamation. At the same time, he also put the reduced light blade into the silver bottle.
He vaguely heard the sound of boiling water in the bottle, but the boiling was not particularly intense, because Arthur had already received the output of the light blade to a minimum. At the same time, the light blade of the Holy Sword itself is accompanied by a [sacred] enchantment, and [Sacred] has a great lethal effect on the Mozu. The magic is transitive. Immersing the light blade into the bottle, a small part of the enchantment will indeed penetrate into the water, and the water in the silver bottle will also be accompanied by a weak [sacred]. Arthur does not expect this sacred "sacred water" to play a role in actual combat, but it is enough to use this to fool this little devil.
"Give, this is the enhanced version of the holy water." After it was done, Arthur handed the bottle back to Verne.
"Wow, it's amazing." Verne glanced at the silver bottle, and the "Holy Water" inside was emitting a faint white light, which was a little different from the otherwise transparent and colorless holy water.
"Hey, don't drink it into your stomach!" Arthur saw the naughty little devil picking up the bottle and wanted to taste the holy water. He immediately stopped: "This is not for drinking, it will hurt if you drink it!"
"Cut..." Even if Arthur stopped, Verne still looked at the holy water in the bottle with reluctance.
"Don't drink, this is not a joke." Arthur glanced at the little devil: "Too powerful blessings, like poisons, can kill people."
He is not opening his mouth in the letter. Although people of this era will never understand, Arthur enchants the water [sacred], which means that the concentration of photons in the water is much higher than ordinary boiled water. Humans suddenly drink liquids with too much photon concentration, and the internal organs will be petrified, but they can really kill people.
After being repeatedly told that he could not drink holy water, Verne had dispelled this stupid thought, and again used the cloth to stain the holy water in the bottle and spread the holy water on the arrow of the arrow. This time, an arrow that is almost imperceptible is attached to the arrow of the arrow. Although it is extremely weak, it can't be seen without looking at it, but the light does exist, which means that the arrow is indeed attached with a very weak [sacred] enchantment.
I don't know how much this arrow can do, but it's better than nothing. In this way, the devil of Verna can at least put the arrow in the back of the camp.
"Not enough." Just after painting the "Holy Water" to the thirty arrows, and running out of the holy water in the bottle, Verne seemed to have any thoughts. He reached out and asked Arthur to ask: "Get more." I want to apply holy water to the dagger."
"Trust me, you won't need to use that." Arthur sighed, the little devil started to be a bit annoying: "Bedi will solve them before the enemy threatens you."
"If the big dog can't help me?" Verne didn't give up.
"Oh." Arthur sighed again: "Don't paint holy water, take this. It's a hundred times better than your dagger."
He did not apply the holy dagger to Verne's little dagger, but took a flying knife from the shoulder strap and stuffed it with the little devil. It was given to him by Zuster. The devil's flying knife dedicated to the vampire hunter was forged and one of the demon weapons that had been blessed by the divine. The number of flying knives was very precious. Arthur finished each battle. Will seriously clean the battlefield to recycle the flying knife.
"Wow!" I saw the forged knives of the forged cold, and Verne also knew that the thing was not comparable to the ordinary weapon, and immediately received it: "Thanks! This is cool!"
"Don't lose it, there is no substitute in this world. If you lose one, you will have one less." Arthur said that although he actually took this to lose it in actual combat...
"Well, I understand, thank you." Verne was as excited as a new toy to play with a devil flying knife. Although the flying knife was a flying knife, the handle was specially made short to facilitate throwing. But actually it is not a bad idea to wave it as a dagger, especially for Verne, a small hand with a small palm.
Just as Verne was playing with his new toy, a series of heavy footsteps came from outside the door.