"It was a real bonus. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Harold pushed open the door of the wooden house, which was used as a temporary command post, and walked in with great pleasure. He held a crystal bottle filled with holy water in his hand, and the empty hand snapped his fingers and sat contentedly in the old chair he had complained about for a long time.

"Looks like you're talking right." Seeing Harold come back, a young man who was also wearing the gorgeous and mighty officer uniform of the Griffin Empire walked over, both in figure and appearance, he was much stronger than Harold, the muscles on his body were also very strong, and his blonde hair was also very charming, whether it was from the aesthetic point of view of the north of the continent or the east of the continent, he was a very iconic beautiful man.

"Very good."

Harold took the glass, poured a glass of holy water from the holy water bottle in his hand, and drank it himself. He poured another cup and handed it to his deputy.

"Drink the precious life potion as ale? Looks like you've got a lot of good stuff. ”

The young man took the glass, took a sip, and then poured the rest into the bottle next to him, which contained half of the holy water, and closed the cap tightly.

"They call this thing holy water, although it is a bit exaggerated compared to the life essence of the elves, but the effect is really good."

Harold took the cup of holy water, shook it lightly a few times, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "And this thing is very cost-effective, the same quality magic potion can be bought at twice or even three times the price of ''Northberg' (the capital of the Griffin Empire, the most magnificent city in the north of the continent, meaning the heart of the lion). These hillbillies in Subic are literally wasting these precious potions, and they are wasting them like we do. I hate to admit it, but they are much more useful in the hands of our magicians and apothecaries. The value will be greater! Harold stared at the holy water in the bottle, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and his eyes became sharper, as if he were examining an important military weapon or a precious work of art.

"You're right, it looks like you've gotten a lot of these "holy waters" from them, and some ideas and stuff, right? ”

The young man next to him didn't seem to care a little, or he had thought about it a long time ago, so he had already expected his performance as a general, so he just took a simple notebook and began to dip the quills in ink.

"Well, Imisel, you are always one step ahead of me, your future will be better than mine, whether it is ability or origin, you are better than me." Harold put down his glass, glanced at the young man with some disappointment, and then began to narrate.

"I bought 50 bottles of this miraculous liquid called holy water for 1,000 universal gold coins each, about 4 ounces each (still 200 ml of unpurified holy water), all of which were in stock. I believe he set a high price to calculate me, but I don't care, this thing is guaranteed to sell for 2,000 to 2,500 gold coins in the major cities of the empire, and even 3,000 if the price is raised. However, as a soldier of the Empire, I don't care about its commercial value, because the effect of this liquid is similar to the elven eaux-de-vie, and even surpasses the eaux-de-vie in some functions, only the essence of life can surpass it. The alchemists who accompanied the army believed that this pure liquid was the perfect material for the crafting of magical potions, and militarily it was worth no less than that of a principality with fertile land. ”

Harold said this, reaching out and pulling his ring, and with the faint light on the ring and the slight distortion of the surrounding space, 50 bottles of holy water appeared neatly on the ground, lined up in a long row.

"The plan went well, we got enough holy water, and the so-called archon said they could sell some more, but they were very wary and we couldn't guarantee the timing of the next batch of holy water. As for Subic, this emerging force is much more tough and militant than the Free Cities Alliance we have documented, and according to what we have learned, they have won many battles against Subic's army, defeated at least 50,000 Subic troops, and seized large swaths of land south of Subic, bordering some of their rebellious nobles in the south. Judging by what we know about their military strength, this should be true. This was brand new news, so I made some adjustments to the plan and reached some agreement with them on the attack on Subic. I don't know if they're actually going to help us, but at least we know that the rebellion in Subic South is worse than we expected, and that despite the teleportation error, we can still carry out our plan, or even better at it. ”

Harold paused and glanced at Imisel, who was now taking a hard note of what he had said, and there was an extra crystal next to him, somewhat like a flattened crystal ball, but with a flat base.

"Have you written it all down? I'm sure your bosses and my bosses will be very interested. Harold glanced at the contents of the table, then picked up a real glass of malt and drank it.

"You can rest assured that it's my job, and I've been doing a good job of jotting down and reporting back to them the reports you need and your "good advice", both publicly and privately. "Imisel didn't look at his manager's face, he focused on his own records, and when he was done, he wrote another backup. When the recording was complete, he lifted the magic device, tore off the paper and put it in, the magic crystal panel shimmered, and the contents of the paper were engraved and in a few hours it would reach another large instrument in the Imperial Palace through the magic connection.

"This thing is really good, perfect for stealing other people's privacy, spying on their subordinates, and collecting really useful information, it's really good." Harold snorted, then took out the pipe he had given him, lit it with a vial of magic crystal that always kept the fire, and took a hard breath, exhaling a cloud of white smoke after a few seconds.

"It's not nice to report to the old guys who talk around all day, but it's good." Harold smiled, he liked the pipe and the tobacco in it, it was weird at first, but after two puffs he became addicted, it allowed him to relax after exertion, like a beautiful woman.

"I advise you to be careful with your words, it's not good to be careful about it." Imisel still didn't look at his manager, but said it very lightly.

"It's okay, I still believe you." Harold laughed, then stood up as if thinking of something.

"Imisel, I've thought of some new plans, please remember, for this emerging force, we need to be prepared to entrap or destroy ......"