"'Thanks'? Hehe. Ignoring the old werewolf's slightly cold gaze, the goblin mage sneered, and then turned back to calm: "Okay, you're right. For the sake of each other's 'interests', I am willing to join you 'temporarily' until you feel 'safe' enough. But one thing needs to be made clear: as a goblin, I will not be involved in any military operations against the South. That's my bottom line! ”

"Of course, this is also the bottom line of all 'civilized people'. Your Excellency, please rest assured. ”

Unexpectedly, after a few simple words, Clausewitz actually "fooled" a goblin mid-level mage into Olympus, and Moriarty couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Regardless of how reluctant or rebellious Henry is now, I believe that with the existence of Earth Studio, Moriarty still has a chance to "truly influence" this "extremely bottom-line" goblin mage.

Next, Moriarty and Clausewitz worked together to slowly lower the cage hanging in mid-air. The old werewolf then drew his knife and severed the shackles that held Henry in place, while Moriarty carefully pulled out the goblin mage's deep-inserted witching needle.

"Your Excellency, I think some fresh air will help you recover." Passing the two healing potions to Henry's hand, Moriarty glanced at the old werewolf.

"Mr. Henry, please." Clausewitz smiled silently and made an inviting gesture.

"Hmph." With a low snort, the goblin mage poured a healing potion into his throat as he climbed the stone steps with a cold face.

"Your Excellency, I think we'll be going to be out of here in ten minutes." One more admonition. The old werewolf followed.

"Okay."

Seeing Henry and Clausewitz walk out of the cavern, with no one around, Moriarty picked up the lamp again and examined it carefully. After a few moments, the lamp disappeared from his hand and was placed in the crystal book. Then, another invisible light flashed, and the true mystery of the oil lamp was slowly revealed before Moriarty's eyes.

Magic Items: Gregory (Alchemy Life);

Maker: Gwen. Magnus;

Grade: Treasure;

Quality: semi-finished products;

Content (function): "Gregory" is Gwen. A mysterious work by Magnus that has never been revealed. No one knows what it is. Perhaps in terms of appearance, Gregory is no different from other "magic lamps". But the king of Bracada stubbornly named it - "Apostle".

Summoning Spell: The End of the Holy Kingdom. It is immortality.

Notes: Although it seems that Gregory is perfect enough, Gwen. Magnus, on the other hand, always thought it was a half-finished product.

"Gwen. Magnus!? ”

When I learned from the crystal book that the maker and original owner of the "magic lamp" turned out to be Gwen. Magnus, Moriarty was truly shocked.

Gwen. Magnus, once the "King of Bracada". He is also one of the most outstanding and greatest mages of all time. Under his leadership. Bracada's magical civilization has broken through the barriers that have existed for thousands of years. Completely got rid of the narrow circle of "concentrating on intoxicating qi spells", and then actively explored and forged ahead in the other three magical fields of earth, water, and fire, and finally achieved extremely high magical achievements.

Arguably. Gwen. Magnus was the leader and founder of modern magic.

Even though Bracada was never really politically united, Magnus is still revered as the "uncrowned king" of the southern continent ice field.

And the seemingly ordinary "oil lamp" in front of him turned out to be the work of Magnus, which really gave Moriarty the illusion of encountering a "miracle".

Struggling to calm his somewhat jumbled breathing, Moriarty once again took the oil lamp out of the crystal book and placed it in the palm of his hand. He took another deep breath and, in an almost pilgrimage mood, rubbed his fingers against the bronze belly three times, while reciting the short but profound summoning spell:

"The end of the divine kingdom is immortality."

"Bang", as Moriarty's fingertips slowly moved away from the belly of the oil lamp, and the end of the incantation fell slowly, and immediately, a ring of blue light like a brilliant aurora gushed out from the mouth of the lamp.

The gentle mist that seemed to condense from the arcane diamond, like the cascading waves of the deep sea, the blue that was so clear that it seemed to surpass a mundane thing, instantly filled the entire dungeon with a proud and lofty attitude.

But in the blink of an eye, the overwhelming blue light disappeared completely.

And when Moriarty gazed again, he saw a figure standing in front of him.

It was a "middle-aged man" with a tired face, a stubbled beard, and a big belly. He was dressed in a strange cloth robe, with a small red hat shaped like a spire on his head, but he was barefoot.

Seeing Moriarty's gaze, the "middle-aged man" didn't care, just casually looked around at the whole picture of the cave around him, and pouted his lips from time to time as if he was smiling, like a picky tenant.

However, in the depths of the eyes of this seemingly ordinary "middle-aged man", the deep blue is still bright and unforgettable.

"Gregory?" Looking at the miracle-like alchemical life, Moriarty spoke first.

"Not bad." The "middle-aged man" turned his head to look at Moriarty, and at the same time his gaze quickly swept over the "oil lamp" in his hand, and said casually: "Moriarty? The new owner of the lamp? ”

When he heard the "middle-aged man" say his name at once, Moriarty's eyes were very sharp.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just a tiny alchemical lifeform that doesn't pose any threat to you. Besides, now that the lamp is in your hand, you are nominally my 'new master'. ”

Undeterred by Moriarty's grim eyes, Grigory shrugged his shoulders with ease. It's just that with the shaking of his shoulders, as well as the fat and eye-catching belly, the originally quite chic movements have become "greasy" and abnormal.

"Why do you know my name? Or can you receive information directly from the outside world through the shield of the 'magic lamp'? ”

Moriarty did not relax because of the other party's relaxation, and continued to look sternly at the apostle in front of him. Because the question is directly related to whether the crystal book that is the foundation of it has been discovered by alchemical life, and if the answer is yes, then Moriarty will not hesitate to destroy the oil lamp in his hand, and thus completely wipe out Gregory.

"Of course. This little lamp is nothing more than a 'dilapidated house leaking everywhere', where can it block the light and shadow sound outside. In the face of Moriarty's solemn interrogation, Alchemy Life replied calmly, but then quickly asked, "It seems that you should also have some powerful spatial treasures on you, right?" For a while, I was plunged into absolute darkness. If it weren't for the fact that I was back to normal after a while, I almost thought I had been swallowed by the divine dragon in one gulp. ”

"I can't comment on that." Moriarty was not sure whether Grigory was answering the truth or a cover-up, but at least there was no flaw, and immediately asked: "And what do you mean by the nominal new master?" ”

"I couldn't have made this clearer. If the lamp is in your hand, it is naturally the owner of the lamp. As for me, according to some established rule, I should also serve you as Lord. As he spoke, Grigory suddenly smiled: "It's just that the backward social structure of slavery really should be swept into the dustbin of history." If I could, I sincerely hope to be able to bask in the warm glow of democracy and freedom. ”

"The Warm Splendor of Democracy and Freedom? Hehe, it's hard to believe that an alchemical life that has been locked in a magic lamp for nearly a thousand years would utter such a 'strange word'. As if surprised by the other party's "clever tongue", Moriarty gradually relaxed his high vigilance and vigilance.

"The wisdom of the world is always the same, isn't it?" Gregory is pointlessly authentic.

"You're right. I respect all intelligent beings and do not like to put the shackles of slavery on any free soul. Moriarty nodded.

"Great! You are a gentleman of good character. Heartfelt praise for your generosity! Hearing this, Grigory immediately cheered "smartly", and at the same time sent the "gentleman's" top hat to the other man's head with honorifics, in an attempt to "consolidate" Moriarty's promise.

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. And as you said, now the magic lamp belongs to me after all. So, I think it would be good to discuss some of Gregory's rights and obligations. Not caring about the praise of alchemy life, Moriarty gently stroked the oil lamp in his hand, as if he had made a decision: "Otherwise, instead of being dissatisfied with each other in the future, it is better to send you a 'happy' return to the lamp now, as if nothing had happened." What do you think? Gregory, sir? ”

“… It's been a thousand years, and human beings are still so hypocritical..."Looking at Moriarty with a straight face, the middle-aged uncle sighed helplessly, his eyes melancholy.

On the ground of Duoyun Town, at this time, the "clean-up" of the entire airship workshop has been basically completed.

All the goblin captives were disarmed and held in a large separate storehouse, with the windows and doors sealed with sturdy logs.

Olympus, meanwhile, the warriors of Olympus "carefully" placed barrels of fuel oil and bundles of firewood in the docks and various spare parts warehouses, waiting to be fired.

"Where's Your Excellency, Counselor?" After finishing the scheduled combat mission, White hurried over, but there was no trace of Moriarty, and immediately asked.

"Down there." The old werewolf pointed to the nearby wooden house.

"Below?" White glanced suspiciously at the two-story wooden house, then turned his gaze to the goblin mage on the other side. (To be continued......)