The word 'charge' is the first time that the supplicant has heard it wrong, and it is a very new word, but the meaning is not difficult to understand.

But the phrase 'charging the angels' made it difficult for him to understand, and he felt that the three views were subverted.

He had a vague feeling in his heart that the key to many of the problems he had been puzzled with before was likely to fall on this 'charging'.

Do you have to charge to become an angel?

To be able to charge with such a massive enchantment?

Can I also be promoted to angel in this way?

He had a lot of speculations in his mind, and he felt that a new door was in front of him, and he only needed to open it lightly to take the long-awaited step.

The hand holding the enchantment blueprints couldn't help but clench tightly, as if holding a life-saving straw.

Gallo noticed that the supplicant was distracted for a while, and said angrily:

"What are you doing stupidly? Did you listen to me? Are you mages so rude? ”

The supplicant coughed twice and retracted his thoughts.

"Ahem, please go on, I'll take it to heart."

"So, there's no problem with arranging this set of enchantments, right?"

Gallo asked.

"Of course!"

The supplicant replied in the affirmative.

Gallo continued to ask:

"How much can you furnish? The more things that have a bearing on the safety of the world, the better. ”

"And the longer it can be maintained, the better!"

The supplicant looked at the list of materials and made a rough estimate in his mind.

With his current family background and the current accumulation and income of the Invoker School, if nothing happens in the future, he will be able to maintain an enchantment of the size of five.

If you grit your teeth and live a harder life, and further squeeze those other forces and imperial nobles who are attached to the school, you should be able to add three more, which is almost the maximum limit.

For this reason, they all had to stop the operation of the school's headquarters in Cloudsdale, and they were very afraid of accidents and risks, and if something happened, it was likely to collapse completely.

Originally, the supplicants had reported a conservative number of five.

But when he thought about it, he thought it was a great opportunity, and the king of angels in front of him looked like a reliable thigh, if he could seize this opportunity and hold it tightly......

He suddenly became evil and boasted:

"Ten! If I do my best, I can maintain ten enchantments of this size, knowing that we will achieve the final victory! ”

Gallo couldn't help but frown when he heard this number.

Ten seats? So much? Are mages so rich?

His previous psychological expectation that the other party could bear the burden of three seats was already very satisfied, but now it has more than tripled?

Isn't this a brag?

The invoker had been paying attention to the change in Gallo's expression, and naturally noticed the slight movement of his frown.

He couldn't help but froze in his heart, and almost added two more to make Garlot smile.

But I really don't dare to say this, ten seats may still be able to squeeze it, think of a way, but if the twelve seats are sold, they can't make up for it.

This enchantment is too expensive, not only is the cost high, but the follow-up maintenance cost is also very high, and it is already an astronomical amount of expenses to be able to bear ten seats.

He had to reluctantly explain:

"Lord Gallo, ten is already the maximum limit for me to smash pots and sell iron......"

"It's not even easy to maintain this kind of overhead, and I really can't increase it."

Seeing this, Gallo didn't embarrass him too much, this kind of long-term investment can't collapse too tightly, can't be too extreme, otherwise it will be easy to collapse.

What's more, the ten seats have far exceeded his expectations.

But he pretended to be a little disappointed, and replied:

"Okay, ten for ten, although I originally had high hopes for you......"

"Please forgive my subordinates for their incompetence."

The supplicant hurriedly half-knelt down, and had already changed his mind to call himself a 'subordinate'.

"Forget it, you can arrange it as soon as possible, and if there is any situation, contact me through this."

As he spoke, Gallo took out a piece of hard bread from his bosom, and then reached out and wrote an angelic rune on it, which was equivalent to a special blessing, and the specific effect was similar to the various marks left by the gods in reality.

Through this loaf of bread, Gallo is able to communicate with the supplicant at any time, and to know his spatial coordinates for various operations in folding.

Like Pope of the Divine Light, Archbishop Atanis has something similar, but they have a cup of pudding and a small half-cut corn cob.

The supplicant took the loaf of bread with both hands and tried it a little.

Bang hard!

Then he glanced at the rune on it again.

I couldn't understand it at all, and I felt dizzy, and I seemed to hear a low whisper like a chant in my ears.

Obviously, even a demigod can't look at this thing.

He hurriedly put the bread away and pondered how to study the mystery.

"So be it, although you're a mage, you're still very acquainted."

Gallo said, getting up from the chair and preparing to leave.

And in his hand, he was still playing with the bright gold bracelet from before, and he had no intention of returning it at all.

Naturally, the supplicants did not dare to say anything.

But the Mupdoll Angel Ral, as if it was not enough, flapped his wings again, rushed into a treasure window, and took out a sword hilt from inside.

"My lord, this is good!"

Lal gave the hilt to Gallo.

There was an urge in the heart of the supplicant to strangle the object.

The hilt of the sword was a relic of a saint during the battle of the gods, the so-called 'relics of the sage'

Moreover, this saint is not the kind of saint canonized by a certain sect, the kind of saint canonized by a sect can only be regarded as a false title, a good name, and generally only those sects will recognize.

And the saint who left the hilt of the sword is a real saint, and the biggest difference between him and those canonized saints is that he can be recognized by everyone, and he only needs to report his name, even if it is an unmasked stranger, he knows that he is a saint.

There is a mysterious feeling that 'no one in the world knows the king', as if the world canonized him as a saint.

This kind of real saint is a kind of existence that is rarer than demigods, angels, and gods, and it is not the same concept as the canonization of saints on the rotten street.

Apart from the fallen one, the only one who supplicants knew was the teacher of the apostates, the saint Joro.

Therefore, this sword hilt will be very precious, before the Saint Yoro is still alive, it should be the only saint relic in this world, which can be regarded as one of the most special and precious collections of the Supplicant.

As a result, they were all robbed by that ragdoll-like ghostly thing!

Although the supplicant hated this product, he did not dare to make a mistake, let alone make a move.

Although he didn't feel any coercion and fluctuation on this rag doll, as if he was just an ordinary puppet, the more this happened, the more vigilant he became.

How can there be an ordinary rag doll in this world that can move on its own and speak?

If the influence of magic and magic is not at all, then why is there no fluctuation at all?

Obviously, this rag doll should be a special existence, and it is very powerful, and it is even more meticulous about coercion and aura convergence to the point that even the strongest demigod on earth can't detect it.

Otherwise, there's no reason for it to be with the King of Angels, isn't it?

Therefore, even if the supplicant is so distressed that he can't do it, he can only swallow this bitter fruit by himself, which can be regarded as compensation for all kinds of chaos caused by his subordinates to Gallo, right?

And after Gallo got the hilt of the sword, he also looked at it carefully, and then said with some sadness:

"This is indeed our sect's stuff."

"This nameless saint was the one who was the one I was sleeping and Miya arranged to clean up the mess, and he successfully completed the mission of the goddess, built a new temporary shelter for the believers, and then promoted to angel, and finally died in the war against the star gods......"

"I still remember his deeds, but I can't remember his name."

The supplicants on the side were stunned for a moment, and for a moment they didn't know whether to remember this saint, or to feel the horror and cruelty of the star god, or to continue to feel sorry for their collection.

After Gallo had put away the hilt of his sword, he raised the gold bracelet in his hand and asked:

"By the way, I almost forgot about it, this thing is the lich's lifebox, right?"

The supplicant was slightly startled, and subconsciously wanted to justify, but after thinking about it, he nodded decisively and admitted:

"Yes, it's the lifebox of one of my friends."

The Lich was all mages in his lifetime, which is one of the reasons why Gallo thinks the mage profession is evil.

So it's normal for the lich to maintain some connection with the mage.

However, it seems that there is a deep friendship between the lich and the invoker, and he would entrust him with something as important as the lifebox.

Now that the supplicant has admitted it, he simply broke the jar and confessed:

"In fact, in the early years, I was worried that my lifespan might not be able to cross that threshold, and I also had the idea of transforming into a lich, and I learned a lot about it."

"That's when I started to have a deep friendship with her...... But then, I gave up on the idea and didn't dare to face that kind of death and fate. ”

"Lord Gallo, are you going to ...... Kill her? ”

Gallo did not answer directly, but replied ambiguously:

"It depends on the attitude of the kingdom of the dead."

The supplicant could not help but smile wryly, and was about to open his mouth to intercede, when he heard Gallo continue:

"I'll give you the news, though."

The supplicant hurriedly knelt down and said nothing more.

Gallo continued:

"If you want to take that step, you naturally don't need to become a lich, just do things for me."

After all, there was a slight hint of authority in him, which was the half that he snatched from Visa.

Just a slight outpouring of breath was enough to benefit the supplicant immensely, and the harvest of seriously experiencing this breath far exceeded the various inexplicable useless studies he had conducted before.

Today, I just met with Gallo, and this kind of insight and harvest has been achieved twice, which is better than his research results in the previous hundreds of years.

The supplicant immediately thanked him and kept in mind the fluctuations and smell of the breath.

"Do things well, and naturally I won't treat you badly."

Gallo said, launching the fold and leaving the treasury.

He has always believed in the principle of 'one stick and one carrot' and 'if you want the horse to run, you must give the horse grass', and let the supplicant taste some sweetness in advance, so that he can do his best to do things, and not cheat and slack off.

The role of the invoker is quite important, he almost single-handedly leads the entire school of invokers, and can even be said to be the leader of all mages, this kind of character is difficult to replace, and can only be used well.

Before, he was still a little worried about what to do if this thing refused to give in, this kind of person, although it is easy to kill, but it will be difficult to find a candidate who can integrate the mage power in the future.

Fortunately, the supplicants were still very cowardly, very aware of the current affairs, and things were going well.

Of course, the successor must still keep an eye on this guy, so as not to toss out any moths.

And the supplicant's side, after Gallo left, also looked like he was out of strength, and he sat on the ground with his butt slumped, and a large area of cold sweat oozed from his back.

It's been a long time since he's been embarrassed like this.

In the previous communication with Gallo, he had been in a state of nervousness, but he couldn't see it on his face.

It is indeed not easy to face a terrible existence who can erase himself at any time, and every word and action must be carefully considered and deliberated, for fear of causing the other party's displeasure.

I'm so tired! More tiring than being a licking dog!

Fortunately, this king of angels is not as irascible as he imagined, and he is actually quite easy-going and approachable.

"Whew~ This time, I have gained a lot, I have to hurry up and digest it."

"However, the task of the king must be accomplished."

The Invoker remained seated and teleported directly back to his usual laboratory, sitting back in his original position with great precision.

On the table in front of him, there was also the crystal container that stored a little holy divine power.

The invoker glanced at the object with some disgust, and casually threw it into the pile of debris behind him.

He used to regard this thing as a treasure, but now it looks like it's just a tasteless chicken rib, and the little thing that the King of Angels casually leaked out of his fingers benefited him a lot.

He even kind of wanted to praise the king of angels, praise Gallo.

Then the supplicant lay down on the table again and began to write earnestly.

The first two letters were two orders, asking several of his most trusted students to carry out various preparations for the early stage of arranging the enchantment.

He then wrote a letter to his lich friend, alerting her to attention, but very carefully worded, only to remind him that a powerful being was about to make his way to the realm of the dead.

After sending the letters out, he sat down at his desk and continued to study.