Morais Commercial Federation South, Port Sweet Tree.

This port is the home base of the Marquis of Sweettree, who was the patriarch of the establishment of the Molai Federation, although far less famous than the five dukes, but in fact has a very high status in the federation - almost no one knows except the dukes, this strangely named marquis family plays the role of the "mediator" of the federation.

The so-called mediator is the person who comes forward to ease the relationship between the two sides when the dukes have serious contradictions and have to implement the principle of "the minority obeys the majority". This person doesn't need to be strong, but he needs to have a good relationship with all the dukes, so good that even if everyone is angry, at least they are willing to meet him and listen to his opinions and suggestions.

The Marquis of Sweet Tree usually goes deep and simple, and almost never sees guests except for his dealings with a few dukes. But today, he left his mansion and sailed to an island far from the harbor.

The island was originally a prison, with little shrub except for a few weeds and a few sturdy stone huts that served as shelters for the jailers and the only shelter on the island from the elements.

The prisoners on this prison island were not imprisoned in the house, but were kept free-range, so that they would supposedly try to escape, but all the prisoners sent to the island were inscribed with special spells, and they were weakened when they encountered the sea, and if they went into the sea, they would naturally drown.

In the past, many famous thieves were imprisoned on the island, but today, the situation on the island is very different.

A stretch of low but sturdy buildings dotted the island, and the harbor was visibly renovated to accommodate large ships. And there are also a lot of heavily armed soldiers on the island, who are managing some canines, some of them are feeding, some are training, and it seems that they are going to become animal trainers.

The Marquis of Sweettree disembarked in the harbor, and immediately someone led him to the buildings. When he reached the door of these buildings, he heard a hoarse barking not far away, as if a dog was being slaughtered, but it barked very violently, and he did not know what kind of mad method was used.

The Marquis of Sweet Tree, whose hair was already half white, trembled slightly, and muttered: "Although it's not the first time, every time I hear this sound, I feel a little chilled......"

After a while, the scholar in his white coat with blood still on his clothes walked over, he had heavy dark circles under his eyes, and he was obviously sleep-deprived, but there was not even the slightest tiredness in the gloomy dead fish eyes, and if you looked closely, you could find a smile that was almost imperceptible from the corners of his mouth.

(You just did that kind of thing, and you still laugh?)

Marquis Sweet Tree thought so, and when he met the other party's gaze, he immediately felt a kind of cold pressure—not the pressure of facing the strong, but the kind of ...... Face the pressure of terrifying monsters that feed on humans.

This made him instantly understand that the person in front of him was just "something" with a human appearance.

His heart seemed to be grabbed by something, and it contracted violently, which made his face a little pale, but fortunately there was a table next to him, and by holding the table, he could finally stand firm and not show timidity.

"Mr. Aaron Walter, it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

"You can call me Aaron Igor Konzlin, or just 'Igor Konzlin'. The traveler, who looked like a surgeon in a white lab coat, replied, "I've changed my name." ”

"The name...... Any allusions?" asked the Marquis of Sweet Tree.

"I just don't want some acquaintances to recognize me by name. Igor Konzlin replied, "You suddenly came to me, is there another change in the situation of the battle ahead?"

Marquis Sweet Tree smiled bitterly: "As you guessed, since the end of the canonization ceremony presided over by the Duke of Elantz, the Thracian army that was originally stationed in the country has gone south again, and the journey is still as smooth as the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, and now they are not far from the Iron Lock Fortress." ”

Igor Konzlin's face showed a little surprise: "The Iron Lock Fortress is already located in the middle of the Federation...... It can even be regarded as a southern place, according to you, doesn't it mean that most of the Federation has been lost?"

Marquis Sweet Tree showed a bitter smile: "Exactly. ”

"It can't be, so much territory, so many nobles, so many people...... Even if ten people fight one, they can beat the Thracians to scum, how did you fight this battle?"

"In fact, there was hardly much fighting. The Marquis of Sweet Tree sighed and said, "In the face of the Duke of Elanz, few people dared to resist, and the Thracian army hardly fought any battles along the way. ”

“...... The patriotic enthusiasm of your Molai people is really an eye-opener for me. ”

The Marquis of Sweet Tree could only smile bitterly and was speechless, unable to answer.

Fortunately, Igor Konzlin didn't dwell on this question anymore, but asked, "You came to me to put the synth beast into actual combat?"

"Yes, there is no time to slowly improve it now, and if you can't achieve a large-scale victory, the whole of Molai will not be able to keep it!" Marquis Sweettree said worriedly, "If you want to use it now, how many synths can you provide?"

"Mutagenesis have not yet been fully defined, and can only provide about 40 percent effective at present. Igor Konzlin replied, "And even if the mutagenesis is successful, it needs to be trained to really work......

"We don't need synths to be well controlled, as long as they can execute rough instructions. The Marquis of Sweet Tree interrupted him.

Igor Konzlin thought for a moment and said, "If the requirement were reduced to this level, I would have been able to provide a potion with an effective rate of about 60 percent." It's just that in that case, the lifespan of the synths that spawn will be very short...... It won't be more than a month. ”

"A month? ”

Igor Konzlin nodded: "In that case, I will immediately adjust the production line, and within ten days, I will deliver about 20,000 copies of the medicine." ”

"Twenty thousand potions...... That's about twelve thousand or two thousand synthetic beasts......" Marquis Sweet Tree calculated, and finally showed some smiles, "This is the only good news I heard today!"

"Then I'll go to work. Igor Konzlin turned around, walked only a few steps, suddenly stopped, turned back and said, "By the way, there is a shortage of raw materials, send another batch." ”

Marquis Sweet Tree frowned and asked, "How much more?"

"About a hundred to one hundred and fifty. "The production process is not very stable, and there is no exact exact number of raw materials for consumption. ”

"Alright, I'll send two hundred!" said the Marquis of Sweet Tree solemnly, "or the same as before, as long as it is of pure human blood?"

"That's right, my production line is designed based on this. Igor Konzlin turned around again and walked towards the door, "Send it as soon as possible, if you want to produce it at full capacity, the current materials can only last for two or three days." ”

More than an hour later, on the way to the harbor away from Prison Island, Marquis Sweet Tree looked at the island that was already like hell in his eyes, with a look of fear, and sighed deeply.

"Perhaps...... I'm making a deal with the devil......"