Now that he has mastered a certain level of elven knowledge, Aleister can easily confirm that this trading model can really be recognized by market supervisors.
Because this is essentially asking a ritualist to help you arrange the ceremony while providing the materials yourself. I was worried that the other party had used my precious ritual materials but failed to complete the ritual, so I charged a deposit...
But in fact, this was the ritualist using the deposit to purchase the "ritual arrangement rights" to practice his skills. .
This has indeed blocked a loophole in the Theocracy’s existing rules.
Based on the dignity of the elves, even if they figured it out, they would not get angry or say no. At most, they would only put in a patch to prohibit this form of "deposit-type transactions" from occurring in the future.
Aleister conveyed these things to Aiwass on the other side from the bottom of his heart - but Aiwass had become quiet and had no response.
She could only feel the silent and warm feeling coming from there in the bottom of her heart, like closing her eyes and embracing the sun.
...Forget it, it seems that I have fallen asleep.
Aleister shook his head with regret.
Let’s go see him again in the evening.
"What happens after that?"
She opened her eyes and asked Paul: "How did your work go?"
" I feel..."
Dimitt cheered up.
"Shut up," Aleister interrupted him crisply, turning to look at Paul, "Say."
"You must have guessed it. ...It means pouring the high-concentration preservation solution in the specimen barrel into the sea together with the slave corpses being preserved inside."
Paul replied respectfully.
"I did think of it," Aleister nodded, "But even if they are concentrated...how much preservative do you need to bring to contaminate marine life under the dilution and self-purification of the sea? No. Let’s make an experimental pool to simulate the biosphere and try it in it first?”
“These have already been done”
Paul nodded: “Confirm that it is okay. ——What we want to test is to what extent the ocean will eventually dilute them as the distance and time of ocean currents change, and the spontaneous migration of marine organisms."
"Ocean currents?"
Aleister said subconsciously and suddenly realized something.
She opened her eyes slightly: "Wait a minute, I remember...the sea route from the Theocracy to Star Antimony..."
"Yes, the ocean currents in this area are From north to south. In other words, these 'nooses' will eventually flow back to the offshore area north of Star Antimony, and as long as this potion is diluted to a certain extent, it is harmless to the body - so the experiment is absolutely secret. If no one gets sick from it, the experiment will never be discovered.
“And this is because the magic ingredient is impossible to exist in a natural environment. And in this kind of demonWhen drugs are banned, it is impossible for these fishermen and fish groups to come into contact with them...
"So in the end we only need to regularly test whether there are any components of 'noose' in the bodies of fishermen near the port, and conduct regular By randomly checking the content of fish caught in different distances, we can get a series of quite detailed data."
Paul said softly.
It was only then that Dimit fully grasped the full picture of this experiment.
"Wait...?"
He looked at his partner in disbelief: "In other words, they will eventually flow to us?"
" Of course," Paul nodded, "If it leaks to other countries, how can we detect it regularly?"
"Didn't you say it is a weapon? Why should Star Antimony's weapons be used first? To harm the Star Antimony people..."
Dimit couldn't understand this: "Isn't the Ziggurat quite close to the fishing ground? Aren't you familiar with them...?"
Paul wanted to explain, but he opened his mouth, sighed and chose silence.
Aleister sneered from the side: "The weapons of the Star Antimony people have harmed the Star Antimony people more than once. It's just that you tower scholars have difficulty in getting in touch with the real facts.
p>“For example... you have heard of the armed gargoyle. "
The black-haired aristocratic girl said calmly.
"I know, that is the creation of Albert Lorey! "
Dimit is quite proud of the achievements of his friends and seniors: "That is a mass-produced weapon that is fearless of dispersion and fully automatic combat! If they had appeared earlier and been mass-produced earlier...the griffins of the Avalonians would definitely not be able to please them! ”
“It’s useless. "
Paul suddenly poured cold water on him: "They can't catch up with the griffin. "
"Uh..."
Dimit also hesitated, and after thinking about it, it seemed right.
"Then do you guys know?" Aleister said lightly, "How much energy does an armed gargoyle require in actual combat? "
"...Energy? "
Dimit was stunned for a moment. Even Paul raised his head curiously.
Obviously they have never considered this kind of thing at all - for what is inside the laboratory Various necromancy products, they are dormant and continuously charged when not needed. The lack of energy is quite unfamiliar.
"The demand for mass-produced weapons is continuous combat. How much time can be used to recharge? In cross-sea operations, how troublesome it is to maintain their logistical supplies... Do you know? "
"...across the sea? "
Dimit tilted his head and didn't understand: "Why do we need to cross the sea? Our Star Antimony has no overseas territories. "
Paul's pupils shrank - he obviously understood what Aleister meant.
Aleister looked atHe glanced at it and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"You bad son."
She pointed at Paul from a distance and said pointedly: "If you can understand so quickly... you must have guessed it a long time ago. ."
"Guess what?"
"...Armed gargoyles are self-discipline weapons used for aggression, not defense."
Paul was silent for a while and then replied: "It's like what I said - they can't catch up with the griffins."
As a defensive weapon, it moves slowly, reacts not quickly enough, and is prone to accidental damage. They are completely substandard.
But if it is used as an offensive weapon...
...?
"It is impossible for them to use charging piles to charge," Paul deduced quickly. "The charging piles of the ziggurat are because of our underground ceremony. If we want to make temporary ones outside, The charging piles used require the on-site arrangement of rituals. A standard landing gear that accommodates twelve armed gargoyles requires the full mana of at least a third-level ritualist...
"... So, will they use other ways to recharge? "
"Other ways..."
Hearing this, Dimit also reacted: "Eating people...? "
His expression suddenly became serious and his brows were furrowed. His originally excited expression also became silent.
"...The military department can indeed do such a thing. "
Paul was silent for a while, and then took a deep breath: "I probably know when they did the experiment. They've tested it before..."
"Testing? Dimit asked.
“The test of the armed gargoyle, that was last year. We didn't have a quota of corpses at that time, so I went to the military headquarters to ask for the newly executed prisoners. "
Paul explained: "Generally speaking, these death row prisoners should have been drained of blood and died, and some were hanged or shot, but the basic internal organs are all fresh and complete. But I went to them with the professor's list and asked for it repeatedly, and they only reluctantly gave me a few carts of rotten meat... many of which had traces of being shot by machine guns. "
"Ah! "
Dimit also thought about it: "During that time, we have been learning corpse splicing and beautification in advance... So this is the reason! "
"I actually guessed at that time that it had something to do with armed gargoyles. Because the military department cannot only look at the results of the test site, they will definitely test it again themselves when they take it back. At that time, I saw a corpse with some gnawing marks... I thought it was testing the melee combat capabilities of the armed gargoyles. "
Paul frowned: "So it was testing... the gargoyle's devouring ability. ”
Normally speaking, Necromancers will not allow their creations to eat corpses.
The power of dusk that each undead unit can withstand is the result of precise calculations . The so-called "piling up corpses is taboo", once deadOnce the spirit starts devouring other corpses, it is easy to go crazy or lose control. < /p>
"...I have to tell my mentor."
When Paul said this, he subconsciously looked up at Aleister.
Only then could he remember that they were prisoners detained here by Aleister.
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the room door.
A shadow appeared from a corner that they had not noticed at any time - it was the housekeeper who had captured them before.
It turns out that he was here all along, but they didn’t see it at all!
"Hello..."
A slow voice sounded.
The person outside the door is none other than Professor Laxmi.
He nodded slightly, bowed to the honey badger very politely and said, "My students...may have entered here by mistake. Can I take them away?"
"——Professor Rashmi, right."
At this moment, Aleister got up from the sofa and walked over.
Professor Laxmi noticed Aleister's pupils, then lowered his head and noticed the black cross necklace hanging around her neck. His pupils shrank slightly.
Then, he bowed slightly and saluted Aleister upright and respectfully: "Yes, miss. My name is Odvar Rashmi."
"I am Aleister Crowley."
Aleister made an elegant skirt-lifting ceremony, then smiled and said: "Take them away.
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