While the bloodline of the nobles is difficult to reproduce, there are also problems in the inheritance of the bloodline, not every nobleman's children are talented, and those with mediocre or even no talent still account for more than half, which is why there are so many noble young masters with muskets. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

However, the waste young master often gives birth to a powerful son, which is also the reason why the bloodline of the nobles is precious.

And when Chamberlain looked at the famous and most famous marquis in front of him with the eyes of a true dragon, he finally grasped a trace of the vein, because on the countess's eyebrows covered by the flame-like red hair, a firebird with flapping wings loomed.

"Talent...... The golden light in Chamberlain's eyes ...... getting stronger and stronger, and the surging spiritual power has fluctuated to the maximum value that his body can withstand at this stage, and a layer of electric light swirls around his body, bringing a burst of "crackling" electric sound.

Angelina didn't know what the medical dog had discovered, she only thought that the other party was calculating the gains and losses, but her magic felt the fluctuation of Chamberlain's mental power, and it also fluctuated slightly, and her red hair floated up, and then slowly fell.

"Your Excellency's offer is very high, and it is enough to make me happy. The medical dog's voice was a little hollow, and he was still a little delirious under the analysis of all his strength, "But the effect of the new potion is extremely unstable, and the success rate will not exceed three percent if I mix it myself, and this probability is not three out of a hundred bottles is effective, you should be able to understand it." ”

Even if it is a divine thought, for the theory of Xuan Bu Salvation, the proletarian medical dog is also extremely proficient, and the winning rate of 1.147 percent means that if you draw 100 times, you will definitely win the lottery? Don't be funny, every time you fall on the 98.853 in vain!

The marquis lifted the hair in front of her forehead, and her tone was very indifferent: "There is not much time left for me." ”

This is going to make big news!

The proletarian medical dog was shocked, and immediately returned to his place, sat up straight, and looked at Angelina with a little more surprise: "How long is it going to be?"

"Twenty years. Angelina lowered her eyes and gave an answer that was not embarrassing or embarrassing.

Of course, this is not to say that the marquis only has twenty years of life left, and her cultivation has reached the level of the divine domain, which is far beyond the scope of human beings, as long as she is not forcibly killed, there is no problem in living forever for 1,800 years, the marquis is extremely talented, and she is only one hundred and twenty years old this year.

This is the time for her to ignite the divine fire and leave this plane, and before that, she must leave an heir who is talented enough and strong enough to avoid the disintegration of the Violet family.

The medical dog showed a gentle smile and suppressed the obscenity under this smile: "Time is indeed running out, then, the deal is established, as long as Your Excellency helps me take down this cathedral in front of me, I will personally help Your Excellency prepare a thousand bottles of ancient elven elixir." ”

Most of them above the domain level have amazing physical strength and full of energy, and their physiological cycles can be automatically adjusted, not to mention more than three years of singing night and night, even five years, and Angelina can easily survive at this level.

Angelina nodded, and took out a magic contract: "Then let's make a contract first, that guy from Wendsol is coming tomorrow, do you want to start immediately?"

Chamberlain carefully examined the contract, and found that there were indeed no loopholes, so he signed his name, and watched the contract turn into ashes, before he said: "Three hours later, there are still some 'my' people in the city." ”

A hint of surprise flashed in Angelina's eyes, and she nodded: "Then do as Your Highness wishes." ”

The resources of a third-level plane, whether in the short term or in the long term, will be of greater help to the medical dog than the voice of the Demon Martial Academy and the military department, so the medical dog called Victor: "Send a signal, let those conservatives evacuate quickly, in three hours our army will launch a general attack, tonight, we will leave the scorched earth in front of us." ”

After speaking, he walked out of the camp tent and said to Capecchi, who was waiting outside: "Inform the space mage, start to set up a teleportation array, and prepare for the return of the army to the alliance." ”

Capecchi's face was surprised: "Your Highness, what do you mean ......?"

"The cemetery in front of you is about to be gone, are you going to spend the New Year here?" Chamberlain glanced at him, turned back to the tent, and sat down again opposite the Marquis.

The Marquis was putting the three scrolls on the table at this moment, and the surging fire element made the temperature in the room begin to soar, Chamberlain's brows jumped, and he used his spiritual power to protect the document on the side: "Your Excellency is planning to use the magic scroll? ”

"The time for chanting a strategic-level forbidden spell is too long, and before Wendsol arrives, I don't think that you people can withstand the counterattack of two high-level god domain powerhouses. Angelina casually stated a fact, without even raising her head, "Compared to a mere strategic-level forbidden spell scroll, this life is more important, right?"

The medical dog grinned, and listened to Angelina continue: "Speaking of His Highness's luck, if it weren't for the god of luck, he would have fallen long ago, and he would even think that His Highness is the god of luck, who can open a way for the development of pharmacy in the pan-continent, can personally analyze the potions related to the reproduction of noble bloodlines, and now can 'personally' release a strategic-level forbidden spell in a small-scale religious war." ”

It is difficult to make strategic-level forbidden spells, and it requires the union of several senior god-domain mages, or the incarnation of powerful gods to make them, and the success rate is very metaphysical, so the cost is extremely high.

All civil wars in the pan-continent are for the purpose of profit, whether this "profit" is glory or money, a small religious war can send 300,000 elites is very good, whether the income can catch up with a lowest-level battle-level scroll is not necessarily, to put it bluntly, the Vulcan Sect's floating wealth is a fart, and no one knows if it can be found.

The medical dog coughed dryly, he really wanted to bring up the theory of "historical process", but after thinking about it, he seemed to see Angelina, who was writing something on the magic note, and changed the topic very simply: "Now that the deal has been established, can I see your true face?"

Angelina's hand holding the pen stopped, and she looked up at Chamberlain: "When the strength reaches such a field, do you still need to hide your head and show your tail?"

"Clam?!" The proletarian medical dog was shocked at the time, although he was not very proficient in physiognomy, but it was impossible for him to see if a woman was an original such a simple little method, a female marquis with the most brilliant and powerful real power in the alliance was still a big girl with yellow flowers in the boudoir, why are you teasing me?!