Chapter 2258: The Puppet King (9)

It was about two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Necromancy. In the waiting room of the mercenary union, the steward who was in charge of arranging the hiring of mercenaries with Arthur dragged his cheeks and said, "It's really troublesome, I actually have to deal with that kind of demonic way." ＂

"Either way, the task of eliminating the [Bone Pickers] bandof thieves remains the same. Arthur said calmly: "I just know the news, I'll just come back and tell you, and please inform the [Crescent Mercenary Group] who arranged to meet us in the afternoon." I don't want to hide it from them. It is better to let them know in advance what kind of dangerous work they are about to perform, and let them decide for themselves whether they want to take on the task or not. ＂

"You don't have to worry about that, Mr. Aslan. The steward smiled indifferently and replied, "The mercenaries of the Crescent Mercenary Regiment are all professionals, and they will not back down because of a group of necromancers, and they dare not take on this task. Of course, the strength of the enemy is different from what was expected, and they may just be planning to charge a little more. You can negotiate the terms after you meet. ＂

"Yes. It's really reassuring. Arthur couldn't help but snort. According to the tone of this steward, maybe the Crescent Mercenary Group is really strong and will not back down because of the "mere necromancer". Of course, Arthur still knows how strong this mercenary group is, otherwise he wouldn't have deliberately hired this group of mercenaries.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the hall of the mercenary union, and Arthur seemed to be able to hear someone cheering.

"What's going on out there?" he asked. Normally, the hall of the mercenary union is not usually a very quiet place, and the people who come and go here, whether it is employers or those vulgar and belligerent mercenaries, are not the type who can hold their temperament and whisper. However, the loud noise just now was a little more noisy than usual, and it should be said that it was unusually noisy.

"It should be those famous mercenary groups who have successfully returned from a dangerous mission. The steward replied, "Most of the mercenaries in the guild are very well acquainted, and when someone returns alive from a dangerous mission, everyone will normally cheer." The larger and more dangerous the mission performed by those who returned, the louder the cheers of the others became. ＂

"I see. Arthur said absentmindedly, "It's like a family." ＂

"I smiled. The steward smiled sheepishly, "Would you like to go out and have a look, Mr. Aslan? Maybe it's the [Crescent Mercenary Regiment] you're planning to hire just after returning from your mission? ＂

"Nope. Let them take a break. Arthur thought that the other party had just returned from a very dangerous mission, and maybe even covered in blood and scarred, so he had better be careful not to disturb these heroes who had returned triumphantly, and let them enjoy the joy of victory and plenty of rest. It would be more polite to wait until the appointed time to meet with the [Crescent Mercenary Group].

"You're right, Mr. Aslan. That's fine. After the steward tested Arthur, he immediately stood up from the banquet: "Then, I should also go and arrange a meeting between Your Excellency and the mercenaries, you can wait here for a while, and I will be back immediately." ＂

What he was talking about right away, Arthur didn't have to guess. It was said that the interview would be in the afternoon, and it was only two o'clock in the afternoon, and Arthur estimated that he would have to wait for a few hours. It's a pain to wait here for hours, but even if they don't wait here, Arthur and the others have nowhere to go.

"What are you doing?" the Knight King turned to look at Verne, who was sitting next to him and was fiddling with something. The imp seemed to be working on crossbow arrows and stuff like that, and was busy all the time.

"Coat the bolts with holy water. Verne replied as a matter of course, "The next thing to deal with is some necromancy, isn't it? Holy water, of course, is it necessary to deal with necromancers." ＂

"Is that what you call holy water?" Arthur glanced at the silver bottle that Verne was holding in his other hand. The imp used a cloth to suck the colorless, transparent liquid from the bottle and smeared it onto the arrows of the black iron crossbow arrows. Arthur didn't feel any magic in the bottle, it seemed to be just water. Although the bottle is also a well-made carved silver bottle, it is nothing more than that, and it is also not attached to the slightest magic. Is this kind of thing useful when painted on arrows?

"It should be useful. Verne stuck out his tongue and said, "This is what the cardinal of the Vatican gave me when he came to consecrate him...... Well, a holy water bottle for the Duke of Hillnant. The bishop instructed that if you fall ill, you should pour boiling water into this holy water bottle, and after half a day, drink the boiled water that has cooled and sanctified it, and the disease will be cured naturally. I've tried it and it really worked. ＂

"Ah, of course, there's silver ions in the bottle, and that thing is sterilized...... Arthur blurted out that he just wanted to explain, but suddenly it occurred to him that the technology and even medical level of this era were very backward, and people didn't know that bacteria and viruses were doing it when they got sick, thinking that the illness was caused by demons or supernatural forces. Explaining the principle of silver ion sterilization and curing diseases to the people of this era is not playing the piano to the cow, no matter how it is explained, it is absolutely impossible for them to understand.

"Well, what did you just want to say?" Verne asked when he saw that Arthur was about to stop talking.

"I'm just saying that the holy water in your bottle is too weak to work. Arthur didn't bother to explain, so he simply used actions to solve the problem: "Bring the bottle, if you want holy water, I can prepare a little for you." ＂

＂...... This is a very valuable bottle from the cardinal, don't break it?" Verne said suspiciously, but handed the silver bottle to Arthur.

"By the way, help me watch the wind, so that no one can come in or peek at me from the outside. Arthur said again.

The imp simply ran to the door and blocked it with his ass.

"He~~~" Bediwell on the side yawned, of course, not because he was sleepy, but because he was signaling Arthur, because he was the one who was really letting off steam------ he used his beastly sensitive hearing and intuition to monitor whether anyone was passing by outside the door. His yawn indicated that no one was eavesdropping outside the door, not even in the area, eavesdropping on Arthur's every move, and the Knight King could boldly do what he wanted.

"Good. Arthur unsheathed the Seraph Sword, allowing its blade of light to shine brightly through the room. Of course, this light is only a flash, since it is a light blade, the output can be controlled, and the output of the Seraphic Holy Sword is still controlled by Arthur's idea (brain waves), and the light blade, which should have the size and length of a long sword, quickly shrank to be shorter than a dagger and thinner than the tip of a needle.

"Oooh. "Verne had already seen the Seraphic Sword before, and at that time he thought it was very incredible. Now that he saw that Arthur could change the size of the blade composed of the light of the holy sword at will, he felt even more incredible.

But Arthur made a "shh At the same time, he also put the shrunken blade of light into the silver bottle.

He faintly heard the sound of water boiling in the bottle, but the boiling was not particularly violent, as Arthur had already received minimal output from the light blade. At the same time, the light blade of the holy sword itself is enchanted with [sacred], and [sacred] has great lethality to the demons. Magic is transitive. By immersing the light blade in the bottle like this, a small portion of the enchantment will indeed penetrate the water, causing the water in the silver bottle to also have a faint [Height] attached to it. Arthur didn't expect this holy water with holy water to be of much use in actual combat, but it was enough to fool the imp with this.

"Here's the enhanced version of holy water. Once finished, Arthur handed the bottle back to Verne.

"Wow, that's amazing. Verne glanced into the silver bottle, and the "holy water" inside was emitting a faint white light, which was indeed a little different from the original transparent and colorless holy water.

"Hey, don't drink it in your stomach!" Arthur saw that the naughty imp picked up the bottle and wanted to taste the holy water, and immediately stopped: "This is not for drinking, drinking it will hurt your stomach!"

"Cut...... Even though Arthur stopped it, Verne still looked at the holy water in the bottle with a reluctant expression.

"Don't really drink it, it's not a joke. Arthur gave the imp a blank look: "An overly powerful blessing is like poison, which can kill people." ＂

He's not talking about it. Although people of this era would never understand, Arthur enchanted the water in this way, which also means that the concentration of photons in that water is much higher than that of ordinary boiled water. If a human drinks a liquid with a high concentration of photons, the internal organs will be petrified, but it can really kill people.

Having been repeatedly warned not to drink holy water, Verne dispelled this foolish idea, and once again dipped the bottle with cloth and smeared the holy water on the arrows of the crossbow arrows. This time, an almost imperceptible glimmer was attached to the arrows of the crossbow arrows. Although it was so faint that it was impossible to see without looking closely, the light was there, which meant that there was a faint [sacred] enchantment attached to the arrows of the crossbow arrows.

I don't know how useful this arrow is, but it's better than nothing. In this way, Verne's imp can at least fire his arrows in the back row of the camp, right?

"Not enough. Having just finished smearing thirty crossbow arrows with "holy water" and using up all the holy water in the bottle, Verne seemed to have some ideas, and reached out and asked Arthur again: "Get some more." I want to smear the dagger on my side with holy water. ＂

"Trust me, you won't need that. Arthur sighed, and the imp was starting to get a little annoying: "Before the enemy threatens you in close quarters, Bedi will take them out." ＂

"What if the big dog doesn't have time to rescue me?" Verne just didn't give up.

"Tsk. Arthur sighed again: "No need to apply holy water, take this." It's a hundred times better than your dagger. ＂

Instead of smearing the little dagger on Verne's side, he took a throwing knife from his shoulder strap and stuffed it into the imp. It was given to him by Zust, the Vampire Hunter's special Demon Breaking Flying Knife, it is a well-forged, and indeed one of the exorcism weapons that has been blessed by the Divine, the number of throwing knives is limited and very precious, Arthur will carefully clean the battlefield and recover the flying knives after every battle.

"Wow!" Seeing the well-forged Demon Breaking Flying Knife with a cold glow, Verne also knew that it was not comparable to ordinary weapons, and immediately accepted it: "Thank you!

"Just don't lose it, there is no substitute for this thing, and if you lose one, you will lose one. Arthur said, although he used this to lose it in actual combat......

"Uh-huh, understood, thank you. Verne excitedly played with the Demon Breaker Throwing Knife as if he had a new toy, and although it was said to be a throwing knife, and the handle was deliberately made to be extraordinarily short for throwing it, it was actually not impossible to swing it like a dagger, especially for a small imp like Verne.

While Verne was playing with his new toy, a series of heavy footsteps were heard outside the door.