Chapter 1310: Chapter 37: The Bronze Gong of Destinies Rings in the Sacred Temple (8)
Are you looking for You Ye?
Did you overhear the conversation between Klein and Bedivere…? Luo Qiu asked with some curiosity, “What do you need her for?”
Lady Maria chuckled and pulled out a card—from her cleavage, then handed it over.
She said, “This is my business card. I am a witch who runs a Magic House. Small business, fair to all.”
Receiving the card, Luo Qiu looked at it for a moment, thinking about You Ye’s license as a Secret Medicine Practitioner, and then it dawned on him, “Are you planning to ask her to make secret potions?”
Lady Maria laughed, “If I could have her personally make potions for me, that would be ideal… However, I just want to purchase a batch of potions from her. Making them, I’ve never dared to think of, because the cost of having the Septcolor Geranium personally custom-make something is too high; I’m just running a small business, after all.”
“Is there something special about the potions made by the… Septcolor Geranium?” Luo Qiu blinked his eyes.
“You don’t know?” Maria’s eyes widened in disbelief, then she frowned, doubtful, “You’re… really like the young knight said, a panion of the Septcolor Geranium?”
Luo Qiu just smiled and nodded.
It didn’t seem like he was lying…
This gentle “neighbor boy” healing smile is a bit too much to handle… Maria gently exhaled and pondered for a moment before saying, “She never told you about her?”
“I only learned about the Septcolor Geranium today.” Boss Luo spoke truthfully.
He could demand the maid reveal everything at once, but prefers to discover it little by little, like unearthing the world’s most beautiful gems.
Peeling away layers of different soils, gradually getting closer.
“So strange.”
Lady Maria grumbled, then shook her head, “But it’s said that woman’s personality is quite odd too… Anyway, let me give you a lesson, little brother… The Septcolor Geranium is one of only three highest-level Secret Medicine Practitioners in the world. The other two are honorary vice presidents of the Magician’s Association. Ordinary people can’t hire them, or even see them. Only this Septcolor Geranium hasn’t joined the Secret Art Tower of the Magician’s Association, and is willing to make highly plex secret potions for outsiders. Do you know, one of her potions was once sold at an auction of the Magician’s Association for thirty thousand mithril?”
Hmm… Boss Luo had no concept of this price, displaying expressions of “Wow, amazing” and “Is it really that expensive”…
Maria’s enthusiasm continued unabated, “Basically, any remaining secret potions of Septcolor Geranium are priceless, top-grade collector’s items! Especially those wealthy Secret Medicine Practitioners, who wouldn’t hesitate to spend a fortune to collect a single bottle! Sadly, no works of the Septcolor Geranium have flowed out for nearly thirty years. If one appeared at a magic item auction now, even fifty thousand might be possible!”
“Prices are so high these days…” Boss Luo couldn’t help but ment.
“Indeed!”
Lady Maria bit her handkerchief and said, “You know, dear sister’s Magic House has been struggling with costs lately, and the landlord is mercilessly raising my rent! Also, thanks to the British Government’s idiotic legislation about leaving the alliance, procurement costs have increased significantly! Some popular products aren’t even available! Life gets tougher each day, and I’m constantly budgeting. Look! Sister hasn’t bought new magic lingerie in almost half a year… Little brother, just look, this is from last year’s collection!”
Lady Maria slightly lowered her collar and bent forward, her face pitiful, “If you know the Septcolor Geranium, would you introduce me… I’ll offer you special services.”
“Sure.” Luo Qiu smiled.
“But you can’t be too… What? Yes?” Maria was stunned on the spot—so easy to agree? Wasn’t there supposed to be more to convince him?
“Yeah.” Luo Qiu nodded, “She’s out handling some things but should be back later. I’ll introduce you then.”
“So… services?”
“Small matter,” Luo Qiu said casually, “It’s just a small gesture… However, the request should be negotiated with her directly, okay?”
Ahhh… such a healing smile—Maria rubbed her nose; do young magicians nowadays all go for this healing-type style? It’s not fair!
At this moment, a magical consultant from the Knight Agency shouted loudly, “It’s done! Everyone, e over and prepare to inject magic power, please!”
The magicians took their positions, standing around the large circular array in the middle of the road.
Maria said no more—she was initially unwilling to heed the Knight Bureau’s mands, but Bedivere agreed to purchase a large number of tools on behalf of the local Knight Bureau from her.
So the supposedly small business owner’s lady of the Magic House bowed down and served tea to the deeply-rooted capitalist bigwigs of the Western World, rushing along to participate here.
“Little brother, take this!”
Maria handed Luo Qiu an irregular, pebble-like crystal stone and whispered, “Keep this mithril safe, so if the magic power isn’t enough later, you can draw from it. A boy shouldn’t lose face in front of elders.”
“I’ll buy it; free gifts aren’t good.” Luo Qiu thought about it, “Aren’t you having business difficulties?”
Such a thoughtful child ahhh…
Lady Maria patted her chest, “Rest assured, if you’re really embarrassed, just consider it an advance on your referral fee! But after this use, you’ll need to return it to me, okay? And be cautious, when using it, this mithril is very pure, just a little at a time will suffice, otherwise, the magic power will backfire and burn you.”
“Alright then.” Luo Qiu nodded, “Thank you, Lady Maria.”
“Call me sister!”
“Let’s go help with the magic power injection.” Luo Qiu—ignores.`
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A modified truck slowly drove into the center of the circular array on the road—when it parked, the large cargo area behind the cab slowly began to lower.
When the platform pletely lowered, the entire truck transformed into a massive stage—all the sound equipment placed in the corners and the spotlights at the edges were now fully turned on.
A young beastman girl stood a bit shyly in the center of the stage, still wrapped tightly in the tablecloth. Suddenly, she had an ominous feeling.
Yet, she still took a deep breath and untied the tablecloth around her.
“Where did you find this truck and… this young lady?”
Even Dr. Bedivere was a bit taken aback and opened his mouth wide.
Klein and Nick, hearing this, awkwardly wiped away their sweat—who knows what that young free magician brought in?
“Start now!” Dr. Bedivere didn’t concern himself with such details and directly gave the order.
At this point, the magicians standing at different positions around the circular array began to extend their hands and channel magic power into the posite spells to activate them.
Holding the so-called mithril given by Lady Maria, Luo Qiu… contemplated how much to extract each time as “a little”.
“Little brother? Is there a problem?”
Out of concern he might disappear as soon as she turned her head, Lady Maria stood firmly by his side from the start.
“Oh… no problem.”
Luo Qiu shook his head and attempted to activate the magic power in the mithril—since there was a ready source of magic power, he could naturally save on the ‘purchase’ expense.
It should be fairly straightforward to activate it.
Indeed, it was simple, a thought stirred within, and it was acplished.
Thus, in the moments of Boss Luo’s ‘thoughts’, the magic power contained within this mithril crystal stone was suddenly fully activated.
In an instant, a massive burst of magical light shot skyward, and the mithril stone in Boss Luo’s hand instantly turned to dust!
The massive magic light instantly covered the magic light gathered by all the magicians, and then the next moment, it directly injected into the posite spell on the highway.
“Are you kidding me? This is the highest purity Mithril… and in just a moment?”
Lady Maria, who was closest to the crime scene, had her skirt blown up by the airflow brought by the activated massive magic light.
Did I… did I strike gold?
Ignoring the teasing of her skirt by the updraft, Lady Maria’s eyes were shining as she looked at this healing young magician, no longer caring about the Mithril turning into powder, but excitedly licking her lips.
Such a powerful figure—surely acquainted with Septcolor Geranium!
But just as the lady from the Magic House was lost in her thoughts, a loud, piercing scream echoed through the sky, instantly shattering the glass of the entire long street!
The huge sound even forced people to painfully cover their ears—feeling as if their eardrums might burst at any moment!
Everyone raised their heads in shock.
In the sky, a colossal figure, tens of meters tall, stood bewildered in the city center of Fog Capital… the surrounding buildings appeared like tiny toys to her!
And this gigantic figure was the projection of the little beastman girl Lale…
“Wow… This effect is even better than imagined. Is it due to the special strong magic infusion just now?” An old magician muttered to himself at this moment.
It turned out, this posite array not only had the effect of conveying sound but even had this auxiliary function of magnifying light and shadow.
“I… I don’t want to sing anymore!!”
Seeing her ‘giant’ projection appearing in the city of Fog Capital, the little beastman girl squatted down in grievance, letting out a cry of extreme grievance…
The shame had blanked her mind.
“Don’t… don’t look——!!!!! Ah——!!!”
Seems like it went a bit overboard again…
Luo Qiu blinked, and before everyone came back to their senses, he directly lowered his presence: probably, they would just think he’s an inconspicuous stone nearby rather than a living person.
Emmmmmm…
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Sir Pukins’ Manor.
Inside the private office of the Sir…
The Prime Minister retreated step by step, eventually collapsing onto the floor, an overwhelming sense of powerlessness and fear arose.
He was drenched in cold sweat, trembling as he looked at the man walking in—Oberon! The leader of the Non-Human armed mob group he privately funded!
Never leaving survivors, ruthless in conduct—mands to this mob group to privately plunder some technology and materials from major powers, he truly understood the nature of the opposite party.
But in just an instant, confusion became clear—Oberon was here at Pukins, and Pukins almost had all his information.
“You… have been colluding long ago?!”
The Prime Minister looked at Sir Pukins in horror—this realization made him feel even more terrified than all his failures at this moment.
A painful feeling of being toyed with from the start covered his whole body.
“Collusion?” Sir Pukins shook his head at this moment, “Actually, I prefer using partnership in this relationship, dear Prime Minister.”
“Pukins! You old, undying bastard!!”
The Prime Minister finally couldn’t withstand all the day’s failures, pletely losing his rationality, “A thorough bastard! You say I collude with Non-Humans, yet as an elder of the Knight Agency, you also collude with Doomsday Myth!”
“The path to success always acpanies some…”
The old Sir’s eyes flickered as he slowly said, “Some things that won’t be recorded in history… Just as you manded Doomsday Myth to launch the pre-kidnapping strike, sacrificing ordinary citizens to ensure The Fianna steps onto the stage. Aren’t we the same in that respect?”
The Prime Minister gritted his teeth, the defeated man stood up, “I don’t understand… I really don’t understand! Pukins, you’ve already grasped everything, so why let the Queen be kidnapped, why let the events of this attack happen. As a guardian elder of the Briton Knight Organization… Why did you do it?”
“Why.”
The old Sir closed his eyes, muttering, “Why… For the Holy Grail to open, for a reasonable justification, to convince other elders to willingly bring the key to me.”
“The Holy Grail?” The Prime Minister was startled, instinctively asking, “What is the Holy Grail?!”
But in this instant, a paralyzing, nerve-tingling pain spread from his chest — the Prime Minister looked in horror at a hand penetrating his chest.
It was behind him, Oberon’s hand.
“This question, think about it when you and the Holy Grail bee one.” The Sir calmly looked and finally gave his farewell, “Farewell, old friend.”
“I… I… curse… you all…”
The Prime Minister, once holding a nation’s power, ultimately bowed his head.
Oberon… Caesar pulled his hand back, slowly wiping the blood off his hand, as if nothing had happened.
“Finally reaching the closing stage.”
The Sir slowly stood up at this moment, then donned his coat… seemingly planning to go out, “Caesar, take me to see the Queen.”
Caesar looked expressionlessly at Sir Pukins, calmly saying, “Pukins… You should call me Uncle.”
“Having such a youthful uncle yet such an aged nephew, hmm?”
The old Sir smiled faintly at this moment, finally putting on his hat, “Let’s go, I think Our Majesty the Queen might be getting a little anxious… probably.”
At this moment.
[Ah——!!!!!!!!!!]
[Don’t… don’t look——!!!!! Ah——!!!]
The scream resounded throughout Fog Capital… naturally, it also echoed above the Fog Capital Knight Agency’s manor.
Huge… Lale.
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