Casting spells

"Okay! Since you are so confident, it's okay to try. One thing I have to admit is that you are smarter and more courageous than when I was young. At least I never thought of conquering a god of justice in the past. Paladin." The corners of Mandan's mouth curled up slightly, and a playful smile appeared on his face.

He knew without asking, that he mistakenly regarded Zhang Cheng's approach to Erebeth as a normal reaction of an adolescent boy's strong desire for a beautiful opposite sex.

Zhang Cheng smiled indifferently, and didn't try to explain anything.

Taking advantage of the time when the guests were chatting around, Mandan quickly lowered his voice and asked, "When will the laboratory I asked you to build deep in the necropolis be completed?"

"One week at the latest, you should be able to use it." Zhang Cheng gave a specific number without thinking.

After all, the necropolis is not the place full of undead monsters and cultists after the outbreak of the magic plague. Not only are there cemetery guards, but there are also guards who often patrol, so you can't do anything recklessly without any scruples, you have to do it secretly.

"Okay! In two days, I will hand over some related experimental equipment to you and transport them directly for me."

Mandan was obviously a little dissatisfied with this speed, but he didn't complain.

You must know that a week in Faerun is not seven days, but ten days, and there are only three weeks in a month, so the progress of the entire project is really not efficient.

"Be patient, dear father, as a mage, the biggest enemy is impatience. Engaging in magic research has always been a relatively dangerous thing, the more anxious you are, the more likely you are to make mistakes."

"You also know magic?"

"Ah! Yes! In fact, after this period of study, I am already a mage who has mastered the second-level spells."

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng raised his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Snapped!

moment!

A flashing silver snake appeared out of thin air, not only shuttled between the five fingers, but did not hurt a single hair.

Seeing this scene, Mandaen's pupils shrank suddenly, as if someone had cast a hold on his body, and he couldn't recover for a long time...

Chapter 9 Twelve Siege of the Temple

There is no doubt that Zhang Cheng's ability to cast spells suddenly frightened Mandaen.

After all, in his impression, this illegitimate child only started to get in touch with magic after he was accepted by him, and it didn't take more than two weeks if he tried his best.

What an astonishing speed to change from an ordinary person to a mage who mastered second-level spells in two weeks!

Not to mention those apprentices in Neverwinter College who are called "geniuses", they belong to the most talented category in the entire Faerun continent.

You must know that learning magic has never been based on hard work and hard work, but on innate talent.

If you don't have enough talent, no matter how hard you try, you will be just a low-level mage throughout your life, unable to understand the extremely complicated theoretical knowledge of high-level magic.

The most typical example is Karthus, the last great arcanist in Netheril. He performed his first trick when he was two years old. The Grand Arcanist stood at the apex of that era, and finally invented the unprecedented level 22 magic, almost replacing the first generation of Goddess of Magic.

Therefore, Mandan had every reason to believe that the heir he had chosen was also a magical genius, and he began to spend a lot of energy cultivating and teaching him.

Zhang Cheng did not let his nominal "father" down. Relying on the endless knowledge in his mind, it only took two and a half months to reach the level of mastering the four-ring arcane art.

At this time, as an eighth-level mage, Mandaen no longer had the ability to continue teaching, so he had to go into the experiment under the large cemetery alone with extremely complicated emotions, including envy, jealousy, and a little bit of relief. room, and began to frantically research the method of transforming himself into a lich.

Since he disappeared for several months, the rights of the manor gradually passed to Zhang Cheng, the sole heir, unconsciously.

"Master Benny, this is the income and expenditure of the last two months, please take a look at it." The old housekeeper respectfully presented a parchment scroll full of accounts with both hands.

"There are [-] gold coins in the account this month?" Zhang Cheng roughly glanced at it, and immediately showed a surprised expression.

"Of course! The people I arranged for have mastered the sugar production method you provided before, and they can produce at least five tons of syrup every month. If it is not for the fear that the key technology will be leaked when expanding the production scale, the income can be doubled several times." The old butler explained with a smile on his face.

After Zhang Cheng heard this sentence, he nodded thoughtfully: "That's right! It's good to maintain the current scale, and don't leak any news."

Obviously, what he came up with was not some high technology, but just a method of making simple malt syrup.

You must know that sugar and honey, which can provide sweetness to food, have always been out-and-out luxury goods in Faerun Continent, especially in the Northland where the climate is relatively cold.

Compared with extracting white sugar from sugar cane or sugar beets, the production method of maltose is relatively simple. You only need to germinate wheat, and then add some starch-rich crops such as glutinous rice to boil together, and you can get a brown viscous syrup. It can be added to bread and desserts, or eaten directly.

The most important thing is that there is no need to make any complicated machinery, and there is no need to train workers. It is simply the best choice to make a fortune.

"Understood! Please rest assured! I will do my best to protect the secrets of the workshop from being discovered by outsiders." The old housekeeper hurriedly bent down and bowed.

As the profits brought by maltose syrup were getting higher and higher, he was extremely satisfied with the only heir of the family, and wished that the flamboyant Mandaen would be removed as the head of the family as soon as possible.

Of course, this idea can only be thought about in my mind, and I dare not put it into actual action.

In any case, Mandan was a noble mage, and killing a man in his anger was as easy as eating and drinking.

"According to the old rules, transfer [-] gold coins to the Beggar's Nest and hand them over to Jesse. She is now fighting for control of the Temple of the God of Justice and needs some financial assistance." Zhang Cheng casually threw the parchment scroll aside , commanded directly.

"Understood! I will send someone to deliver the money tomorrow. But I don't understand, why are you so concerned about the beggar's nest?" The old housekeeper didn't mean to object, but just raised a question.

Zhang Cheng replied with a smile: "Because whoever completely controls the Beggar's Nest will control one-third of the population of Neverwinter, which is equivalent to a city within a city. Its political and military significance cannot be achieved by spending money." You can buy it. Then based on the Beggar's Nest, we can slowly expand our influence to the Port District, Black Lake District, Penisula District. Think about it, if more than three-quarters of the city's land and population are Under my control, how long can Lord Nasir sit on the throne?"

"That's it! I think I understand your plan. Compared with the master, you are obviously more ambitious and courageous. I promise, I will never mention this to any outsider."

After finishing speaking, the old butler put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, turned and left the room and disappeared at the end of the dark corridor.

……

At the same time, in front of the Temple of the God of Justice, a beggar's nest, a large group of ragged poor people were brandishing sticks and stones, cursing loudly, throwing stones out from time to time, and spitting on the steps of the temple.

If it was changed to before the turbulent years, this kind of serious blasphemy might cause the incarnation of the gods to descend, and then directly lead to a massacre.

Don't think that the gods of the good camp are weak and can be bullied!

On the contrary, the kindness they advocate is not blind indulgence and tolerance, but the justice of iron and blood.

However, after the turbulent years, the gods finally realized that the incomparable power of His Majesty Io, the god of gods, was beyond their ability to contend. , so no one dares to descend into the material world easily.

Fortunately, this siege didn't last too long. When the sun was about to set, the demonstrators retreated to the dark alleys.

No one noticed that in every alley, there were people distributing silver coins to these guys.

Yes!

They didn't gather for no reason to make trouble!

But be organized!A purposeful disturbance!

As one of the masterminds behind the scenes, Jesse is hiding in a nearby private house at the moment, admiring the surprised and angry expressions of the priests and paladins under the God of Justice in the temple through the gaps in the windows, and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing come out.

While laughing, she still did not forget to taunt: "Hahahaha! This is the servant of the great God of justice? It's ridiculous! A group of poor ghosts made them into a mess. I don't think it will take long for these guys to last Don't stop, take the initiative to get out of the beggar's nest."

"Hey! You're right! But the question is, why do we give money to those poor people? Why don't we just force them to do so?"