There was something else besides poop that would make Baldwin shine like a statue of Mithril. The "chromogen" (I think that's the word, as a former paladin, Baldwin felt that every word spoken by mages and gnomes was so esoteric and incomprehensible) was insoluble in stomach acid, not in blood, not in other bodily fluids, and to remove the two unelegant ghosts, it was more of a direct pour from the body, condensing into tiny particles on the skin, like particles like solid stone powder- When Baldwin raised his hand to remove a charred quail from the silver platter, his fingers mingled with the gold-rimmed crystal jug. According to Memi, it was as if he had descended directly into this plane as an incarnation of Rosada when he was in the sun, well, quite, a brightness that was hard to look at - her eyes were still uncomfortable until now.

In fact, she didn't need to describe it too much, and Baldwin knew what he was like, and he doubted that the chromogens were really mixed with stone powder, but the idea was immediately rejected by himself, and one of the assassination methods he knew of was to crush the stone, and then mix the minced stone into the food for the victim to eat, so that the stone powder would stick to the lining of the stomach and intestines, and with each movement of the muscles, their sharp cuts would slowly grind the tender internal organs. The victim was constantly vomiting blood, unable to eat or drink, and was in extreme pain. Inexperienced priests often recklessly cast one of the most powerful healings he could do, but the healing only sealed the stone powder in the muscles of his stomach and intestines over time. It will wear through the walls of the stomach and intestines, causing more damage and suffering, so people who are familiar with this kind of selfishness will look for a red robe. The red robe is able to cut open the victim's stomach and intestines, cast a spell to extract the solid stone powder, and then stitch up the layers of wounds.

Of course, if you want to save the life of such a mortal person, the asking price of the red robe will be very high, but fortunately, the poor worms who can be harmed by such an expensive poison are almost all prominent people, and Berdwin has heard about it from the old king. One of the latter's uncles had lost a quarter of his stomach when the powder was too fine, too much, or too widely distributed by some of the solid stone powder mixed in his favorite lark meat pie. The red-robes almost always chose this method, which was easier and quicker for them.

At the thought of this, though he did not think that there was anything in this chromogen that would hurt him, Berdwin was rare and elegant, and instead wrapped his fingers in a silk handkerchief. This way will only be gentle by some temperament. Feather-loving women use it, or when she has to disguise it, such as Leona, the princess of the Norman capital in the Highlands, who has not eaten in this way since she left the royal court, on the contrary, although she behaves gracefully, she still has a bit of the boldness of a ranger or a warrior in her actions.

Pastor Flo certainly doesn't do that, preferring to lick her fingers with grease or honey during her meal. Flo's priest was able to make this almost obscene action very beautiful, with a strong seduction.

Kerry Ben curiously reached out his fingers and scratched at Berdwin's skin. "What is this?"

"What the gnomes do...... A potion," said Berdwin, "to look at my blood vessels." ”

Everyone said they didn't know what was going on.

"How long will this last?" asked Leona.

Cremar said they would be eliminated on the third day. Berdwin shook his head, blinking his eyes, Cremar asked for a potion from the dwarf, and put it in his eyes, and applied it to his lips and tongue, this potion could break down the chromogen very well, but the amount of it was too small, so he could only take care of these sensitive and critical areas first.

"Speaking of which," said Gülen, "what about our mage?"

The dwarf had called him away early in the morning, as if to discuss something very important. Carey Ben said.

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The soul of the other world once felt that the gnomes were like scientists in another plane, but now he felt it even stronger.

The gnomes submitted a roll of parchment with a list of the instruments and materials needed for the rest of the work, the intricacies of which were not too numerous for the spirits of the other world, and the equipment and devices they asked for reminded it of laboratories and operating rooms—the gnomes had a detailed tabular list of them, each with a drawing on the back (they even made a three-dimensional drawing!), and the smallest dimensions were missing. According to McGee, this is only the basic equipment, and these patterns only give their benefactor, that is, Cremar, a more intuitive understanding, the real key point is in the mind of each dwarf, which is the secret they will defend with their lives - the black-haired spellcaster flipped through one by one, and when he saw a drawing depicting a small object, he stopped, his fingers rubbing the surface of the parchment, McGee stood on tiptoe and looked, "What?"

The parchment was drawn on a delicately constructed spring rod about a foot long, with a pea-sized scoop at the end, on which the scribe noted that the instrument was capable of bending at will: "What is this?" asked the otherworldly spirit, who felt as if he had seen it somewhere, though not so delicately and ingeniously.

"Myelocleaner. McGee muttered, he was in dwarf, and then he repeated it again in lingua franca under the gaze of those dark eyes.

"I don't think Baldwin needs that," said the Otherworldly Soul, his calm and steady tone that he was at most half as sure as he was, "He just needs a prosthetic, not a ...... The brain marrow needs to be filled, although in many people's perception, the warrior is indeed a bit lacking in this regard. ”

McGee licked his beard, which is one of the tricks played by the gnomes, when you are holding a piece of Mithril or Adamantite. Even if it's just a piece of pure steel and give it to the gnomes to build something, first determine with him how many pounds you need to make something. Then be sure to remind him that he will ask the caster to recalculate the weapon or armor after it is finished, or they will dig up a large chunk of your raw materials. And then tell you that the materials are not enough or simply use other materials to be shoddy, perhaps for this reason, it is always difficult for the dwarfs to gain the trust of people, if it were not for the dwarves who are too difficult to deal with, they are afraid that they are not so proud now.

McGee's people weren't stupid enough to move the amount of material or material in front of a spellcaster, but that didn't stop them from adding something that Birdwin didn't need but needed to the list that could be connected from the top of Kremar's head to his heels.

The black-haired caster picked up the quill pen that had been set aside and dipped it in the ink mixed with lapis lazuli. That line was crossed out from the list of utensils.

After that, the soul of the other world, along with the lich in his body, found a lot of things from this list that they didn't need at all, like a scale. McGee insisted that it was used to weigh parts, but in fact it was capped at a thousand pounds, and neither the lich nor the otherworldly soul in the body felt the need for a thousand-pound thing on Baldwin.

- What do you think they're going to do with this scale? Weigh a whale? The Otherworldly Soul said as he crossed out a line that looked like a teacup heating pad no matter how you looked at it.

- For the sake of pure gold. Said the lich. Looking at its size, it is clear that it is impossible to squeeze so much weight into such a size without casting it in pure gold...... Wait a minute!

- What, what's wrong with this?, the quill in the otherworldly spirit's hand lingered on the small line, and he could feel McGee next to him suddenly tense up.

"It's a must!" cried the gnome, "everything in it is a must!"

- No problem, said the former immortal, but. This appliance allowed them to build two sets.

- You?

- Yes, said the lich. You may have forgotten that in addition to Baldwin's right hand, we have one more important thing to do - the "tobacco".

-- Didn't Dada already take out some of the "tobacco" and secret medicine we needed?

- On the one hand, the former undead patiently explained, we also need to probe the slaves who have taken "tobacco" - I need to know every part of their bodies in detail...... The things that are different from ordinary people - he paused slightly, you should understand, he said, in your plane, your ...... Pastors do the same, not for sacrifice or for any evil purpose......

- You want to dissect them, said the otherworldly soul, and he looked at the tools again, they did look familiar.

No, the lich earnestly said that I can't do evil, right, you know that very well, all I need is a few bodies that are no longer needed by their masters.

The Otherworldly Spirit hesitated for a moment, then typed a symbol that the Lich couldn't read after those few lines of small print, but the Lich knew he agreed.

If they hadn't come across the elf Kerribon so quickly, the lich wouldn't have thrown away his cherished tools, but unfortunately, he had to travel with Kerribon so weak that it would be difficult to even escape from the elves' bows and arrows, and the former undead had to throw all the sophisticated instruments made of Mithril into the sea outside the Vault Fortress, which were ten times more sophisticated and ten times more evil than the gnomes needed (after all, it was rare for the gnomes to have gray robes that dealt with the last possessions left behind by the deceased all day long), but if they were seen by the elves with rich adventure experience and deep knowledge, then every word the lich had said before would be questioned - after all, they were only strangers with only a trace of blood ties between them.

And now......

Whether it's emotional or practical, the lich will need them.

When Akari moves to its highest point, Cremar's conversation with the gnomes finally comes to an end, and the list is reduced to one-third of its original size, and the gnomes muttered their displeasure, but only to express their dissatisfaction, and they can still get a lot of Mithril and gold coins from it.

But McGee's idea was more brilliant than the other gnomes and lichs had originally thought—"Have you ever heard of the Silver Golem?" McGee said, and the gnomes' eyes immediately widened when they heard this, and the souls of the other world could even see the fire of knowledge burning from within.

"Very few people know about it now. McGee said, "Even before the Shoah, only a handful of mages had ever had such a golem. ”

He gestured, "It's not unusual for a golem to be made of Mithril, and while Mithril is very expensive, the Mithril used to make the quicksilver golem is not ordinary Mithril, they are actually beads that even elves can't distinguish, and each bead contains a small crystalline like dust that resonates with a magic gem - uh, I mean, magic core, you know?" Ordinary golems have less than fifty parts, magic gems are both their core and their source of power, while the magic core of the quicksilver golem echoes tens of thousands of Mithril particles, they are very tiny, small enough to flow like water, and can be combined into various shapes according to the will of their owner or the enemies they face, they are not afraid of fire, strong acid, and will not be buried by rocks and earth, and they are helpless by violent ice, they can pass through gaps that only a little finger can pass through, and they can also expand into a barrier as large as a wall, they can shrink themselves and make themselves as small as a dwarf fistThey can be bows and arrows, shields, scimitars, broadswords, whatever you can think of, they are within their range of variations, and because of this, they can become very stealthy, and you can wrap it around your waist like a belt when you need it, you can throw it out, and it will run back silently like a well-behaved puppy. ”

The Otherworldly Soul touched his chin, "Sounds really good. ”

"But it is said that this method of making Mithril has long been lost. A dwarf screamed sharply.

"Nope. McGee said, "It's still there, and we can make it." ”

"Don't let that mage get involved. Another dwarf pleaded.

"It can't be," said McGee, "right?"

The soul of the other world just smiled slightly.

"Also, we may need a pastor. Dwarf McGee said.

"If you're talking about the healing that Baldwin might need," the Otherworldly Soul frowned, "there might be something wrong with it, and Baldwin can't be treated with healing." ”

"Then the rumors are true. McGee said, "He's a fallen paladin." (To be continued.) )