A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"Is the situation in Tethyr now so bad that all the noble lords are competing for and snooping on the throne? If I remember correctly, isn't there a nominal queen?" Zuo Si touched his chin with interest asked.

As a country that is run through by two large rivers and with almost all of the fertile impact plains south of the Star Swirl Mountains, the Kingdom of Tethyr is definitely outstanding in terms of agricultural and animal husbandry output.

Even the lowest peasants, as long as they are not robbed by monsters and other lords, can fill the stomachs of the whole family through hard work.

In addition, it is located in two natural harbors close to the tropics, Mailatma and Zazesibo, so both fishing and commerce are quite developed.

Since independence from the Shane Dynasty, there has been almost no famine.

Its strategic location is simply a blessing from God.

Normally, a country like this should have full "stability".

Regrettably, since the "Year of the Bright Blade" (1347 DR), Tethyr Castle was razed to the ground by blazing flames at the beginning of the Black Tenth Day of Eli, and the last king of Tethyr, Alemander IV, Deaths were lost in the fire, and the country was completely torn apart.

Conspiracies, wars and annexations among noble lords have become the main theme in the past ten years.

All the families participating in this game have only one goal, which is to defeat all competitors and become the new royal family of this country.

As a local, Jeffrey obviously knew more about the situation in the Kingdom of Tessel than Zuo Si who had heard about it. He sneered and explained: "Queen? If you are referring to the poor little person imprisoned in the castle, she is not talking about it now. It’s the monarch of this country, it’s more appropriate to say it’s a trophy.”

"Trophy?"

Zuo Si showed a very surprised expression.

He originally thought that this "Her Majesty the Queen" should be at least a puppet.

But who knew that he would become worse than a puppet?

"That's right! Trophy!"

Jeffrey nodded seriously.

"No matter which family finally wins this protracted war, a male heir will be selected to marry the queen, thus gaining the right to rule "reasonably and legally".

And the children they give birth to will inevitably become the masters of the entire country's new dynasty.

But none of this has anything to do with mages like you and me.

What we pursue is the power of arcane magic, eternal life and endless knowledge.

Let those stupid nobles fight to the death for these worldly rights and grievances. "

"makes sense."

Zuo Si agreed in agreement, and at the same time took out a book from his bag that was filled with tips and experiences on making steel golems, flesh golems, various constructs and undead creatures, and handed it to the other party straightforwardly.

He had already learned and mastered all the notes he found from the upper area of ​​the floating city tower.

The common language on the surface that is now translated into Faerûn is used for trading, completely with the intention of utilizing waste.

But something that is worthless to Zuo Si does not mean that it is also valuable in the eyes of others.

After the old mage Jeffrey got the notes, he immediately opened them and read them impatiently.

When he read the knowledge about how to create complex and powerful constructs and undead creatures, his whole body began to tremble with excitement.

After all, the author of this notebook is also the Archmage of the Necromancer Asta.

Calculated according to Faerun's spellcasting level, even if he is not a legendary mage, he is not far behind.

After more than ten minutes, Jeffrey finally recovered from his ecstasy, raised his head and said in an extremely sincere tone: "Thank you, Soth. If it weren't for you, I might have stopped here for the rest of my life. But this notebook has opened a new window for me. Now, I have the inspiration to get rid of this aging body."

"Are you trying to transform yourself into a half-golem?"

Zuo Si saw through the old mage's thoughts almost at a glance.

"Is there any problem?" Jeffrey asked in an uncertain tone.

Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders and explained: "The biggest problem with transforming your body into a half-golem is that the more parts that undergo transformation, the greater the impact on your brain's intelligence.

I have seen some powerful spellcasters who were afraid of death, and in the end they basically turned into idiots without intelligence, or madmen filled with uncontrollable rage.

Trust me, a half-golem is not a good choice.

Rather than living in such humiliation, it would be better to die early.

If you really want to gain immortality, I personally recommend that you transform into a lich or a vampire. "

Hearing these words, Jeffrey suddenly showed a bitter smile: "If I had all the knowledge to transform lichs, there would be no need to delay until now."

Zuo Si took a step forward and whispered two words slowly into the old mage's ear: "I have it!"

moment!

Jeffrey's face and eyes changed, becoming full of enthusiasm and desire, and he exuded a dangerous aura.

But when he saw the huge steel golem, he immediately felt that his boiling greed had been poured with a bucket of ice water. He regained his calmness and rationality almost instantly. He licked his dry lips and tried: "What do I need to pay? To gain this knowledge?”

"It's very simple! I can help you transform into a lich, but as a price, you must hand over your life box and serve me for at least a hundred years." Zuo Si laid out the conditions calmly.

As a planeswalker, he is extremely sensitive to life and energy.

It can be felt that the old mage in front of him is about to expire, and he may not have much time left.

It is precisely because of this that the other party is so eager to find a way to escape death.

"Hand over the phylactery?!"

Jeffrey's heart was beating violently, and his eyes were full of struggle.

For a lich, a phylactery is a container for storing one's soul.

If you give your life box to someone else for safekeeping, it is equivalent to entrusting your life to that person.

As long as the holder shows the slightest malice and destroys the phylactery, the so-called immortal lich will disappear from the world in an instant and forever.

But the problem is that among all the people Jeffrey knows now, only the boy in front of him who looks to be only about ten years old has clearly stated that he has a complete set of rituals to transform a lich.

If you miss this opportunity, it will be too late to regret it when you are about to die.

Not many mages would be willing to age and die like ordinary people.

They even hope to gain unlimited lifespan, then explore endless planes, obtain precious and rare knowledge through various methods, and then transform this knowledge into a power that destroys the world.

Zuo Si noticed the old mage's ambivalence and immediately said meaningfully: "Since you still have a few years, you can think about it slowly.

When you think about it, you can come to Ascatla and contact me through Bernard at any time.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Before I leave Mylatma, I would like to purchase a few wands from you. Is that okay? "

"Of course it's no problem. I'm going to go to the warehouse on the basement floor now to see what other wands are available for you to choose from."

After saying that, Jeffrey, who was confused, put one hand on his chest and bowed, then quickly turned around and walked out of the workroom.

But Zuo Si obviously noticed that he used the honorific "you" at the last moment.

This also means that the old mage has actually given in subconsciously.

It's just that I still have a certain sense of luck and want to wait for a while to see if I can encounter something good that falls from the sky.

After Jeffrey was completely gone, Zuo Si took out a blank card and directly turned the huge steel golem into a creature card for his planeswalker profession.

It is also the only LV6 card on hand.

With the previous massacre of the monster army, he gained a lot of mana.

In addition, Bertorgas, a red dragon in his prime, and six members of the Dragon Cult with high spellcasting levels.

It's enough to upgrade the Planeswalker profession from LV5 to LV6.