Alexander arrived in the conference room, where one waiter respectfully accepted his hat and cane, while another unhurriedly handed over a hot towel and a freshly brewed excellent Forante coffee.

Alexander hurriedly wiped his face with a hot towel to relieve his fatigue a little, then sat down in the office chair with his coffee, and said angrily to Mick opposite: "Tell me, what is the matter this time? ”

Mick rubbed his hands and smiled, "Good news or bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Alexander rubbed his sore forehead and said helplessly: "Is it okay to just listen to the good news?"

"Of course not!" Mick said as a matter of course, "Forget it, let's talk the bad news first." I need a lot of money, about half a million gold coins. ”

"How much?"

"Five hundred thousand!" Mick spread five fingers and smiled a little cutely.

Alexander's eyebrows jumped violently, and it took a lot of effort to hold back, and no mouthful of saliva spit onto Mick's face.

He asked as kindly as he could, "What about the good news?"

"The good news is that I've already figured out a way to make money, so I'm not going to ask you this time. ”

"Huh......" Alexander breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, thinking to himself that this guy really dared to speak, the current situation is so tense, where did he have so many gold coins for him? What's more, this guy doesn't seem to have earned a penny back for himself until now.

He couldn't help but feel a little worried about his vision, and he didn't know if it was right or wrong to recruit this guy under his command.

However, there is no point in thinking about this now. And now is not the time to let your guard down, negotiate with this guy Mick, as long as you relax a little, you may fall into the pit, this is all blood...... Oh no, it's a lesson in gold.

Alexander lamented in his heart, but his face showed a very interested look: "Oh, that must be a great plan, let's talk about it." ”

Speaking of making money, Mick's expression immediately became solemn: "Alexander, I want to have a magic alchemy conference!"

"Poof......" Alexander squirted out the coffee in his mouth and said in surprise: "What did you say?!"

Mick's face flushed, but he said firmly: "You heard me right, I want to have a magic alchemy conference!"

"Presentation? hahahaha. Alexander laughed wildly: "The first-level magic alchemist also wants to hold an alchemy conference? What are you going to release?

Mick didn't care about Alexander's ridicule at all, but said solemnly: "Alexander, I've recently made some breakthroughs in alchemy......"

Alexander shook his head: "Mick, I know that you have been working hard for that batch of orders from the Ministry of War, but that is a secret of the Empire, and the Ministry of War will not allow you to release the secret weapon as an ordinary alchemical work."

Moreover, the alchemy conference is actually a test of the alchemist's appeal, if you don't have a certain number of works that are famous all over the world, then the conference will become quite embarrassing, and you will not only not get any benefits from it, but it will even hit your entire alchemy career.

In addition, holding a press conference requires a lot of financial support, whether it is renting a venue or various publicity, the cost is astronomical!

It is precisely because the conditions are so harsh, so before that, the alchemist who held a personal press conference had the worst level five, and you were still too far behind. ”

Mick calmly listened to Alexander's advice, without any wavering on his face, and said confidently: "Alexander, I know what you say, but don't forget, my first alchemy work has attracted the attention of the military, and besides, I have no intention of releasing the secret weapon of the military department at this alchemy conference. ”

"Isn't that the equipment from the military department?" Alexander was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "What is that?"

"Well...... Mick smiled faintly, "This press conference is purely for deception...... Oh no, it's to make money, and I can guarantee that as long as the press conference is successful, we won't have to worry about money again in a short time. ”

"Really?"

Mick nodded confidently.

Alexander's face gradually became serious, he carefully assessed the advantages and disadvantages of this plan, and after a long time, finally said: "Well, I really need an unplanned victory now, so I will take a gamble with you."

There shouldn't be any major events in the Magical Council of Maltith next weekend, so I'll try to get you the best showroom, but before that, you'll have to build the military equipment first.

Only by satisfying the bigwigs of the military department can you get more attention, otherwise it will be difficult for you, a nobody, to independently support a press conference.

Oh my God, if this press conference messes up, I'm going to go bankrupt, and I wish I wasn't going crazy. ”

Hagia Sofino, Prayer Room of Light.

"What?! You want to send people to the Imperial War College to arrest people? Are you crazy? Don't you know that Maltis is a powder keg now, and a random spark can blow up the entire Ottoman Empire? Do you think that the friction between the church and the Ottomans is not big enough?"

Cardinal Verse's face flushed, and the Templar Kranas roared wildly. Kranas knelt on one knee in front of the prayer platform, silent, his eyes cold and resolute.

"Lord Versese, please calm down. "On the wide chair stood an old man, Cardinal O'Ledley.

He was not yet seventy years old, but his face was covered in old age spots that made him look at least ninety, which was the price of overdrawing his divine power and a testament to the sacrifice he had made for the church.

Oledley slowly walked to the prayer table and said to Pope Fildra, who was high in the sky, "Your Majesty, the majesty of the gods brooks no desecration, and I think that Cranyas's reasons are sufficient. ”

"Sufficient?" Cardinal Versese sneered: "Is this a good reason for only one magician within a radius of three thousand meters of divine power fluctuations?

"It's three times in a row, the Templar has discovered the fluctuation of divine power three times in a row, he is the only magician within a radius of three thousand meters, and he is from Norristown, and the time of his arrival in Maltis is very suspicious, we have every reason to believe that Mick Norristown von Beckman is the sparrow from the north!" Klanas said in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty, Vladimir, the god of eternal order, has taught the world that it is better to kill heretics than to let them go, and I think the Templars have a good reason. O'Ledley argued.

"Your Majesty!" Versese said hurriedly: "At present, the holy war in the north has reached a critical period, once the war is defeated, the infidels of the fifteen northern countries may make a comeback, and the thirty years of efforts of the church will be in vain!"

In recent years, the escalating contradictions between the Church and several major empires in the diocese, such as the Ottomans, have greatly hindered the northward expansion strategy, and we urgently need a stable environment within the diocese.

Moreover, Maltis is now in a special situation, and it is inevitable that we will not make a big fuss about it by the sinister nobles who use such a ridiculous reason to intervene in the affairs of the empire, and if they take the opportunity to lead the contradiction to the head of the church, it is very likely to cause great instability.

We must not let this little matter ruin the overall situation of the northward expansion strategy!"

After listening to Versese's generous statement, Oledley snorted coldly: "Speaking of which, it's not for the northward expansion strategy you presided. Lord Versese, you have been blinded by an illusory victory, and nothing is more important in this interface than the eradication of heresy!"

In the face of O'Ledley's accusations, the hot-tempered Versiston was furious and shouted: "O'Ledley, you rat-eyed idiot, a heretic or a million heretics in the fifteen northern kingdoms, which is more important?"

I'm telling you, even if that Mick is really a heretic, as long as you can't produce convincing evidence, I'm against taking blatant action against him!"

"Alright, don't argue!" Pope Fildra raised his hand slightly, stopping the argument between the two cardinals. He turned his head and asked the oldest cardinal, Deriano, "What do you think?"

Deriano came back from his contemplation and said cautiously, "Heresy must not be spared, but now is not the time to arrest people. ”

Fildra nodded slightly: "The good situation in the north is not easy to come by, and we must not tear our faces with the Ottoman Empire at a critical moment."

However, you can't ignore this guy who is suspected of heresy. Let the Inquisition come forward and invite him over to talk. ”

The Pope made the final decision, and Kranas's face suddenly became very ugly.

"Kranas, any more questions?"

Kranyas's forehead was bruised, he gritted his back molars, and said word by word: "It's too late, I've already sent someone to ......"

"What?!" Versese exclaimed, "How many men have you sent?"

"Two fourth-level Adjudicators of the Holy Light...... The order is that if there is resistance, shoot and kill!"

"It's over......" Versese sat back in his chair.

The other party was only a first-level magic alchemist, not even a battle magician, and in the face of two fourth-level Holy Light Adjudicators, he couldn't support it for ten seconds at all.

It's too late to say anything, they've all been tricked by Kranyas, and the idiots have already started to act, and they're still arguing here......

The Pope and Deriano looked at each other, a hint of coldness flashing across their faces. He suddenly got up and walked out of the Light Prayer Room with a long line of attendants, not even looking at Klanyas, who was kneeling.

Deriano shook his head and said to Oledley, "Lord Oledley, Maltis is your parish, get ready to negotiate with the Ottoman Empire's noble council." ”

Oledley nodded humbly, looking helpless, but his heart was already happy.

If there was no friction between the Church and the Ottoman Empire, how could he, the cardinal in charge of the diocese of Maltis, have a chance to perform? The key is that this time there is still a fool to carry the blame, and there is no better good thing in the world.

Derianor slowly walked up to Kranyas, shook his head and sighed, "Hatred is the germ of all evil, if Kranas really wanted to arrest people, why did Kranas send the Light Judge instead of the Law Enforcement Priest? ”

"Lord Versese, hand him over to the Magistrate's Court for trial. ”

With that, Deriano, supported by the two divine servants, left the Light Prayer Room tremblingly.

Kranas slowly closed his eyes, and he suddenly remembered the nearly 100 colleagues who died in the northern country, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if to say, "I don't regret it......"