After a few days, the three of them finally "convinced" Frederick of the list given by all the people on it.

Some of the diehards, though still hard-spoken, have undoubtedly completely loosened their hearts, and as long as Frederick knows the benefits at the next clan meeting, even if they can't pull down their face to support it, they will no longer be able to give a reason to oppose it.

As for most of the wall-weeds, they have completely thrown themselves into the camp of the main battle faction, and they can't wait to wave their flags and shout for the family now.

Of course, when Medea implanted the idea, she also did a little tricking:

Since everyone wants to encroach on the Duchy of Swabia, that is, the fiefdom of the Griffin family, it is undoubtedly a more suitable plan to take advantage of the situation to get the Duke of Franconia, and it is best to let him be killed by His Majesty the Emperor.

To be honest, dealing with these nobles is even more tiring than going directly to the battlefield.

The etiquette of the visit, the way of speaking, and the accompanying expressions and body language should be appropriate and not rude.

These liturgical details, Medea and No, of course, are clear.

Asker didn't know at all, but he played the role of No's secretary, so he just had to bow his head and write notes throughout the whole process, Medea was in charge of talking and attacking the heart, and No, on behalf of the Licinian family, was on the side and smiled.

Everyone talked about the last day, Asker's hands were sore, Medea's mouth was dry, and No's face was about to cramp with a smile, because these nobles were so good at pretending that they had completely changed their minds in their hearts, and they had to pretend to have an expression of "reluctantly", "although I have an opinion", "but you are really reasonable", and forcibly dragged out what could have been talked about in a few minutes for several hours, and countless polite words were sandwiched in between.

"Loss! What a loss! Back in the corridors of the castle, Medea complained, "How can the price go up by 20 percent?" I knew that it was so tiring, at least I would give him sixty percent! ”

"It's fine." Aske said, "We'll get the extra difference back later." ”

"Well, it's up to you." Medea said this, and followed Noh back to her room. She plays the role of a war broker and political speaker brought in by Nou from abroad, and of course has to live in a room in the castle.

Aske also returned to his bedroom, washed his face with water in the bathroom, and when he looked up, he saw a mist in the reflection in the bathroom mirror.

At the same time, behind him, a gray figure suddenly appeared.

"Wait a minute." Asker said this, drying his face with a towel.

"You don't seem to be afraid of me." The figure in the mirror said.

"If I didn't know who you were." Asker stared at the mirror and said, "I wouldn't have shoved a coin into a corpse's mouth that day." ”

"I don't know if you're brave or stupid." The figure said lightly, "I'm a ferryman." ”

"The Ferryman of the River Styx."

"Since you know this ritual, you should also know your purpose and the corresponding cost of summoning me."

"Of course." Aske said calmly, "I'm going to talk to Apperios, and he'll pay the price." ”

"Are you sure he'll pay for you?" The ferryman slowly stretched out his hand, and a long, narrow scythe appeared in his arm made of mist, and just looking at it made people feel like they were out of control, "If he refuses, your spirit will belong to me forever." ”

"Yes." Aske said, "His granddaughter is with me. ”

Ferryman: ..................

Dare you love you as a kidnapper! For the sake of this hostage, Appilius would definitely have paid the price.

However, the ferryman did not complain, since he became a spirit state, this kind of thing has completely disappeared.

So he took a step back, and there was a sound of rushing water under his feet, as if he had stepped into the River Styx.

The figure faded away.

Asker stood in the bathroom, and after a few moments, Sheila teleported to his side from Hearth-Island.

"What did you call me for?" Sheila asked. When Nuo came back just now, he said that Asker asked her to go out for a while.

"See someone." Asker said.

"Who?" Sheila was vigilant.

"Your grandfather." Aske replied.

As soon as he finished speaking, fog poured out of the mirror again.

From the mist reflected in the mirror, a small canoe slowly floated out. At the bow of the ship stood the familiar figure of Sheila, none other than her maternal grandfather, Apelios, the lord of Olympia and the leader of the Astral Sect.

At the stern of the boat stood the figure of a ferryman, rowing behind him with the handle of a sickle.

"Grandpa!" Sheila exclaimed, and turned her head in disbelief to see that there was nothing behind her. She turned back and saw Wai Ju standing in the misty reflection of the mirror.

"Theodora." Appilios nodded and turned his gaze, "Asker." ”

"Sheila, she's already promoted to lv.6." Knowing this person's speaking style, Asker went straight to the point, "What you need next is the potions of Storm III and Meteorite III. ”

"That's what you're here for?" Appilius raised an eyebrow.

"Of course, she's your own granddaughter."

"Also a member of your team." Apperius laughed, "I thought you would be reserved. ”

"It's nothing to do with being reserved, right?" Asker frowned and said, "War is imminent, it is the right thing to improve your strength as soon as possible, isn't it pedantic to use family resources when you have family resources?" ”

Appilius was a little surprised. He originally thought that this young man was pursuing his granddaughter, so he made fun of him for the subsequent promotion of Theodora and asked him for help, but he didn't expect the other party to seriously refute him, and he didn't think of how to answer for a while.

"I have a task for you." Apperius finally said, "Complete it, and you'll get the finished potions for Storm III and Meteorite III." ”

Asker: ..................

So these demigods are annoying, obviously for their own relatives, but they always like to use it to get paid for their tasks.

But this is also something that can't be helped, after all, he can't come up with evidence himself, saying that the other party's two bottles of potions have been prepared to be handed over to Sheila.

Besides, two bottles of Tier III potions are indeed far more than the value of this task.

Remember in the game before the time-travel, what was the final reward for this quest to the players? It's a bunch of Level III potion recipes, so players can choose any one!

Even if it's just an optional formula, the players in the forum also make all kinds of ecstatic speeches like "spiritual shareholders" and "guard renewals".

After all, everyone had expected that there would be so many people taking on the mission, and if each person was given a bottle of potions, even if the city of Olympia was hollowed out, Apelios would not be able to afford it.

In this way, wouldn't Asker be able to get two bottles of Rank III potions this time?

"Let's start with your mission." He thought for a long time and said.

"I have a subordinate." Appilius said lightly, "According to the instructions of the Order, I secretly lurked in the Life School to seek the formula for the advanced 'Life' sequence. ”

As a result, after completing the mission, he suddenly cut off contact with the sect. It has been confirmed that he is still alive, and that he is lurking in or around Stuttgart at this time, and it is clear that he has completely defected. ”

"Find him, kill him, and bring back the corresponding life sequence recipe." Apperius finally said, "Well, these two potions are yours." ”

"Okay." Asker thought to himself that it was indeed that task, but it was not too difficult for himself as a prophet.

"Theodora." Appilios looked at his granddaughter again, and his tone softened, "Have you digested all the potions from last time?" ”

"Hmm." Sheila nodded, and suddenly said, "Grandpa." ”

"Last time the Demon Tide, didn't some dark elves appear in the city?"

"I suspect that there are forces that deliberately disrupt order in the city...... In short, you have to be careful with the people around you who you have a lot of contact with on a daily basis. ”

Appilios looked at her in amazement, feeling as if his granddaughter knew something.

"Okay." He bowed his head and said.

So in the reflection of the mirror, as the fog disappeared, the figures of Appilius and the ferryman gradually dispersed.

Sheila stared blankly at the mirror, her expression a little stunned.

In the Styx, in the gap in the plane, the boat continued to glide forward.

"Tier III Potion...... In your place, when did it become so worthless, just give it away? The ferryman asked casually.

"What do you think of Asker?" Apperius didn't answer directly, but asked rhetorically.

"I can't see through it." The ferryman shook his head and added, "From a spiritual point of view, it's just an ordinary lv.9, a low-level human transcendent whose bloodline has not yet been formed. ”

"But it just gives people a certain feeling of being incomprehensible...... "Putting the sickle on the board of the ship, he sighed, "There are also human beings who I can't see through." ”

"The Holy See has given him a grade of R4." "He started out alone, and then it expanded to his team, all R4. ”

There was silence all around, except for the silent flow of the River Styx.

"It's a bug." The ferryman spoke, "What is that ...... of your human papal see?"

"Artificial Intelligence." Apelios said.

"Artificial intelligence, it sometimes fails, right?" The ferryman sneered, "R4? Who's the last R4, Gaius. Julius. Julius Caesar, the Julius Caesar of ancient Solomon, personally ended the figure of the Third Age. ”

Solomon's Senate at the time thought the same. R4, an unprecedented level, must be a program glitch. "The young Caesar, on the other hand, was like a great enemy, and he borrowed a lot of money from the nobles around him, and then spent it on banquets and gambling, and gave away his handle everywhere, and for several years he finally made the senators let their guard down against him." ”

It wasn't until he secretly formed an alliance with Pompey and Crassus that his true fangs were revealed. He squeezed out Byblos, who was also an archon, and took power to himself. In a panic, the Senate drove him out of Solomon, and Caesar came to Gaul as governor, and in the first year he waged the Gallic Wars, gaining untold wealth and the allegiance of soldiers. ”

"In the end, he crossed the Rubicon with his legion and returned to Solomon City as a conqueror, and it was the first time that the Solomon senators intuitively realized the level of threat at the R4 level." Apelius sneered, "Artificial intelligence, the probability of error is not impossible, but who can be sure that it must be a program failure?" ”

"Why can't it be true? If yes, then what? ”

"If it's all R4." The ferryman was silent for a long time, and said in a slightly mocking tone, "Then what is this Azure Sword Mercenary Group?" The whole regiment is a future demigod or emperor? A character who can make the entire continent tremble with a single stomp? ”

"Who knows." Appilius said lightly, "What the Holy See can presume at present is that Theodora will most likely be able to return to the throne in the future. ”

"If only your grandfather has to help him." Said the ferryman.

"Even if I don't help her, the future will not change." Apperios smirked, "That's R4." Whether or not I would like to help Theodora is not worth mentioning in a rating of R4. Maybe she will surpass the demigods in the future, and maybe get infinitely close to the level of the gods. ”

"If that were the case, it would be the best investment ever." The ferryman's tone was hoarse, "Two bottles of Level III potions, for a near-god with a lv.35 or higher." By the way, and the extraordinary properties of Life IV and Spirit IV that they can get after killing the target person, are they for the one of the Licinius family? That's at least two. ”

"Heh, it's not just you and me who can think of investing in them in advance." Appilios was meaningful.