Stella Thomas's Lecture Record (2):

Of course, we continue today. Yes, we still have a lot to be familiar with about the Orzhov Chamber of Commerce, to keep in mind - I mean a few of you. Sunderland, put your legs together, that's the orc seat, not the nobility, can you learn more from Elena?

("I'm not as obedient as Elena," muttered a whisper from Sunderland, and Stella was still unheard as she was immersed in her explanation.) "Sunderland, you're a big fool." From the look that Elena threw at Sunderland for his own experience. ）

The Orzhov Chamber of Commerce is ruled by the Ghost Council, Ojieda, and although these dictators have been detached from mortal bodies, they have retained their wealth and power. The members of Ojieda call their organization the capital of survival because they have managed to cheat their mortal fate, keeping their consciousness and their greed out of the gates of death. Most of the members of Ojieda have the appearance of pale aristocrats. They often try to crush rumormongers and spy on potential enemies. They crave wealth, respect, and loyalty. Ojieda rarely speaks directly to people outside the chamber; They usually communicate only through their official envoy, Tessa Karloff.

"They're immortal?" That's Lina's question.

Sunderland's rare interest in the question was reassuring.

The Ojiedas are not really immortal. In fact, it was a technique that Ojieda had stolen from the Azorius Empire when the High Elves of Guramel were still ruling Elsa—a damage diversion spell.

The members of Ojlda sacrifice their own souls, supplemented by several special, expensive, and rare potions, and several elaborate Gulamal High Elf spells to create a puppet. This puppet is essentially a kind of soulless puppet. As a young man, Michael co-authored a paper with Simic scholar Irsak Hugo. This treatise argues that the Eujieda essentially made themselves a zombie—an incomplete zombie. In this way, the damage they take is transferred to the golem they link to - of course, there is a limit.

"They?" Joshua was keenly aware of the narrative variation of the word in my mouth—Mr. Michael's son.

Yes, it is said that they can no longer be called human, and besides, they will still die when the damage taken by the golem reaches its maximum damage.

But don't ask me about the specifics, am I like a witch who knows magic? I'm just repeating Mr. Michael's words as they were.

"Won't they get sick and die?" That's Lina's question.

I said, don't ask me, I don't know. Probably so.

("It's a lot like the living dead after drinking the Spider's Kiss," Lena whispered to Joshua.) ）

Well, I said it, don't ask me questions related to magic. If you are interested, please ask Mr. Jørgen. Let's move on.

("Oh! She's starting to talk to herself again, Joshua, how about we run away while she's not looking? "Good idea, Sunderland, let's go wrestle with Chief Carlo." ）

Reporting to Ojenda is a network of federations, which are independent operating units of the Orzhov Chamber of Commerce. Each guild is in charge of the territories and bazaars of the different cities, villages, and towns on Aisha - usually as executors, and has its own class structure of accountants, lawyers, enforcers, etc. Each guild is led by a merchant who plays a role between a gang leader, a bank manager, and a high lawyer. The guilds will also compete with each other for resources and markets, and try to tie up with Tessa and Ojieda.

"Is there a federation in the Zamir Territory?" That's Elena's question.

Yes, there was only one federation in the whole of the Zammir Territory - this was negotiated between Lord Slava and Ojieda, with the participation of Jorgen, Michael, and Kaudore. Oh shit, why are Sunderland and Joshua gone?

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"Michael Donavan, Michael Donavan!" Josephine muttered Michael's name as if she couldn't believe anything.

"Well, as I said, my patience is limited, and so is my kindness. Now, I want intelligence. I want to know Guru's plans in Zamir, I want to know Ghajit's plans in Zamir - I need to know everything. Michael's tone changed from relaxed at first to majestic.

Both were silent, and Foxy still looked like he was about to die, and Josephine lowered her head and muttered silently.

"Alas, since I don't say it, there is no way. Joseph, I'm fed up with this cramped torture cell. Let's get to a hurry. Michael, pretending to be patient exhausted, said to Joseph.

"Well, Michael, I've had enough of it too—it looks like you've figured it out, we're wasting our time. If you want me to say, why don't we reward them with a happy death? Joseph had been working with Michael for a long time, and immediately understood Michael's intentions.

"Oh, that's not going to work, Advisor Donawan." Kyurem pretended to object, and the three of them acted according to the plan they had agreed at the beginning to show Pixie and Josephine.

"What? Kyurem, do you have any better advice? Michael asked.

"Mr. Advisor, I love my homeland."

Michael answered, "Yes, Kyurem, you love Zanmir, and this is my home. ”

"Someone tried to wreak havoc in my house, and I caught them, and death was too merciful for them. I will not spare the thugs who are causing trouble in my house, they must suffer—with the magic you just had, I saw in their eyes the fear of that magic. Kyurem spoke his mind.

Michael deliberately said with a very pompous expression and tone: "Oh! Kyurem, I want to say. For these two men, it was cruel to use eternal silence - creatures who fell under this magic would never die, but they would have to endure eternal suffering. They can hear, they can see, they can think, but they can't move. This is not a pain that the average person can bear. Michael spoke in a loud voice, just loud enough for Pixie and Josephine to hear.

When Pixie heard this, her cheeks cramped unconsciously, and even Josephine unconsciously dug her nails into her palms, pulling out a mark without realizing it.

Michael continued: "But there is some truth to what you say, and in all fairness, if anyone dares to break into my house and smash my table, I will let him know that he is angry with a wizard and a nobleman." However, I'm just too soft-hearted. I decided to give them another chance, and if someone gave the information, we would spare him and execute the other one. If neither of us confesses, how about we throw a coin and put one to death? Of course, whatever you wish, I will use eternal silence. ”

"Wise decision, Advisor Donawan." Kyurem then went on to act.

The atmosphere in the entire torture room suddenly became tense, Josephine was a witch after all, and her psychological tolerance was obviously stronger, or rather, her self-esteem as a witch did not allow her to bow her head easily. Picxi, on the other hand, struggled to survive in the dirty streets of the town, but for a civilian with little education, his defenses were about to crumble - he didn't even realize that his heavy breathing echoed throughout the torture chamber.