The civilian mage Old Brown holds the potion given by His Royal Highness Chamberlain in his hand, and relies on the big killer weapon of "fertility worship" to stir up the wind and rain in the imperial capital, so His Royal Highness Chamberlain personally went out and went to a marquis's tent to talk secretly, and the result can be imagined. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Therefore, His Royal Highness Chamberlain who came out of the tent was refreshed, and the marshal who sent him out was also full of spring breeze, just like the fiery clouds in the western sky, which was so pleasing to the eye.

Both of them thought they had made a lot of money, smiling on the surface, but behind the scenes, they both scolded each other in their hearts for being stupid and not explaining.

In fact, the problem lies in the unequal conditions of the two sides, or the basic plate is no longer in one dimension.

In Marshal Windsor's opinion, Chamberlain is purely a fool's hat, and five thousand bottles of powerful intermediate potions are just an addition, but thirty bottles of ancient elven elixir, even if it is a copycat version, can be exchanged for a half-plane that can store strategic materials, but this wronged boss actually wants to defend the traitor of the Vulcan Cult conservatives!

As the Marquis of Real Power and the Marshal of the Alliance, Wendsol's status is not low, but he has not yet been able to access the essence of the night conversation between Chamberlain and Charles III, so Chamberlain said that he wanted to leave a little back hand here, and when it was conducive to the Alliance's involvement in this area again in the future, he really didn't know what to say except that Chamberlain was young, and he wanted to put a few fish that slipped through the net with the "right to act cheaply", which was really simple.

However, in Chamberlain's view, the strong pill that promotes the reproduction of the noble bloodline is similar to the lump in the ground, as long as he has the strength to keep himself from being eaten by the royal family or the entire upper-class aristocratic group like the strong pill, he can use twenty years to multiply the total number of nobles with strong bloodlines in the upper echelons of the alliance.

This time, he gave Wendsol thirty bottles, as long as he added some ingredients to one bottle, it would be enough for him to have one more junior, plus the third-level plane he got this time, wouldn't it be a double harvest in terms of reputation and interests at that time?

"Your Highness......" Karl asked, following Chamberlain very carefully, "the marshal agreed?"

"He paid with a gesture, and I also paid with a gesture, and it was effortless to win a win-win situation, so why not do this deal?" Chamberlain shrugged, "You take one or two hundred people to the top of the mountain, clear a clearing for me, and then guard that neither the nearby mountain people nor the allied troops are allowed to go up." ”

Carl was a little confused, he didn't know what Chamberlain was going to do, but he still nodded, and after returning to his own camp, Carl went up the mountain with a team of two hundred people, and soon opened a large enough open space, and the private army of several small nobles next to him wanted to come over to see the excitement, but they were all blocked back.

And Chamberlain looked at the baron of the French Empire with a smile, the former high-ranking priest of the Vulcan Sect, at this moment, the middle-aged man who was originally charred and almost burned to ashes has recovered his physical functions after being treated by the priest of Valhalla, except for a bald head, there is no difference between him and normal people.

Facing Chamberlain's gentle gaze, this middle-aged man was a little nervous, he had lost his divine power at the moment, he was just a little stronger than an ordinary farmer, where was the mentality to figure out Chamberlain's thoughts? So he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and opened his mouth with some difficulty: "Your Highness...... What do you command?"

"Do you know why I didn't ask the priests of Valhalla to reconstruct your faith for you?" Chamberlain smiled softly.

The baron shook his head, his face flashing with confusion: "The villain is stupid and can't understand what His Highness means. ”

"Because I'm useful to keep you. Chamberlain smiled, "What would you say if I gave you a chance now to become the sole priest of a god?"

"The only priest of a god", this head sounds bluffing, if a rookie is not even, he has already knelt down for Chamberlain, but this baron was a high-ranking priest before, in the religious world, or in the circle of faith, he has entered the old driver, and he understands very well what is behind this seemingly beautiful sentence.

The best situation is that this is a god-strong person who has just ignited the divine fire and obtained the godhead, and the divine power is not even weak, at most weak, not even a church, everything has to be created by him;

In the worst-case scenario, this deity is the loser of a certain divine war, and has chosen to sleep under the collapse of divine power, and has not woken up until now, still without a church, and it is still up to him to create everything.

The only difference between the two is that the former can absorb the power of faith and give him a part of the divine power as a reward, while the latter will only have an endless thirst for the power of faith.

But the only good news is that this deity has contacted Chamberlain, a prince of the St. Rhine League, or a prince of great prestige, and even if he doesn't know what agreement has been reached between the two, at least he doesn't have to worry about building a church, building a campaign, etc., he just needs to go to the parish assigned to him and proclaim the purpose of this deity.

However, as a messenger sent by the conservatives of the Vulcan Sect, a ruthless man who can decisively give up his faith, the baron is smart, he did not hesitate at all, he knelt directly on one knee, raised his right hand, and swore a curse: "Thanks to His Highness's attention, Victor dares not to die!"

"Those who know the times are Junjie, and I like smart people like you very much. Chamberlain smiled and stood up, walked up to him, and held out his left hand to him.

A hint of surprise flashed in Victor's eyes, and his body even trembled a little with excitement, and he looked up at Chamberlain's face with some caution, and then gently kissed the ring on Chamberlain's hand.

Chamberlain took all this in his eyes, but he smiled, this baron had obviously fallen into despair at the beginning, thinking that even if his life did not come to an end, as an outcast of the Vulcan Cult, he had lost any hope, and the best outcome was just a slave, but Chamberlain gave him the opportunity to be loyal, which was equivalent to giving him a guiding light for the station.

"Let's go, go up the hill with me. The smile on Chamberlain's face became more and more gentle, but the mischievous smile in his eyes couldn't be concealed, "You know, I still have some research on faith, today I will use a little potion and a formation to give you a faith transformation, try to guide the power of the gods in your body, and make you ......"

Victor's breathing was short, and Chamberlain's last words exploded in his ears like a thunderbolt, making his whole person's thinking stagnant - "More powerful!"