Twenty Sided Dice

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Siegel took out the blue space bag inlaid with gold threads, and took out a magazine of plasma bolts in front of everyone's eyes. He hooked it with his nimble fingers, took out a crossbow bolt inside, and put it in his hand.

"Be careful!" said Sir Brown. "The thing will burn very quickly when you take it out."

"You're right," Siegel said. The bolts cracked and melted, but the plasma slipped through his fingers like a docile stream, dripping onto the floor, splattering with sparks. No smoke, no flares.

The lords looked at Siegel suspiciously, not understanding why he wasted such a crossbow bolt. Since the advent of this weapon, the price has remained high, making all lords' wallets a pain. However, the effect of the crossbow arrow on the battlefield is indeed very strong, and it is worth the money.

Siegel's actions were shown to the advisors of the academy, and only the caster could understand the difficulty of controlling the violent plasma. In fact, the spells engraved on the magazine itself are not advanced, and all spellcasters who can make magic equipment can make qualified products. It's just that the huge number is astonishing, and the smart city advisors can't help but wonder if Siegel has some way of contacting other world spellcasting organizations.

The plasma crossbow arrow is definitely not made by the Mage Association and the Academy. It seems that the association that was originally the most suspicious can basically be ruled out. Aside from Siegel, only the dwarves of Mora's Top in the New World have such productivity.

"Not long ago, I led the troops to Waterdeep City." Siegel's words were like throwing a stone on the calm lake, and most people looked at him with shocked eyes. Only a few seemed to be mentally prepared, either with unchanging eyes or a contrived expression of surprise. "Waterdeep has been conquered by the elves, the Mages' Union has been destroyed, and then the whole city has been sacked by nomadic warriors on the steppe. Basically nothing is left. The only thing to be thankful for is that the great wealth of Waterdeep satisfied the nomadic tribes. Greed, so there was no endgame of massacre."

"I found a batch of plasma bolts from the Three Peaks Pagoda, which is the headquarters of the Mages Association. But this is probably the last batch. As a mage, I already know how to make this weapon. The only one The issue is……"

Siegel spread his hands on the table in front of him and said to everyone, "I only have two hands and I can't meet the needs of the entire South.

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The hidden meaning of this sentence is: only the closest allies can get the plasma bolts, and the others can only say sorry.

Baron Brown smiled and said to Siegel: "It's a great thing for Lord Lord to be able to make crossbow bolts. It's better than completely out of stock. As far as I know, only crossbow bolts are consumables. Can it be reused? And crossbow bolts are not magic items. As long as there is a formula for plasma, they can be made in a blacksmith shop."

This is a smart guy, or he followed the advice of smart people. "Yes, the crafting of crossbow bolts is much simpler, and does not require the participation of the wizard like the magazine. I wonder who has the formula for plasma?"

This is something that cannot be said on the table. Both Brown and Dray understood that only a quid pro quo could get Siegel to give what they wanted.

Viscount Uther said: "As the most intelligent person in the south, I don't think this formula will be difficult for you, right?"

Siegel patted the Viscount's arm with a pat on the arm, looking very familiar and excited, and laughed loudly: "Of course! This thing can't trouble me! It's just a crossbow arrow, not a thousand troops! "

Humph. When there were thousands of troops, they only achieved the illustrious reputation of two "One-Day War" victories. Dre Uther still can't see through Siegel, and always tries to overestimate him, but is convinced by his endless tricks again and again. A few days ago, I heard the news from the advisor of the school city. Heimland secretly dispatched troops to Waterdeep City, circling the entire continent, avoiding all the elves' armies, first fighting the orcs, and then stabbing Waterdeep City when it was most vulnerable, which he thought he couldn't do. Viscount Uther saved others by himself, and thought that Siegel must have gained a lot of benefits by running thousands of miles to attack Waterdeep City. But what did he get? unknown.

Originally, the Heimland was difficult to deal with, but now it is even more difficult to deal with. According to the news that just came. Siegel, in command of the army, raided the elf camp three times a day. Completely lifted the predicament of the Siege of Myr City. Although there is still a long way to go before he regains the entire Heim Territory, he already has enough room to move.

cavalry! Thousands of cavalry. Makes Uther jealous. He originally had the best cavalry in the entire South, but suffered heavy losses in the First One-Day War. He looked at the smug Siegel, rubbed his arm that was sore, and smiled bitterly. It seems that the young lord laughed too arrogantly, but only he knew that Siegel did have the capital to be arrogant.

"If we deliver empty magazines to Heimland, how many bolts can Lord Siegel provide? And at what price?"

Although he is unwilling, he has to suffer this knife no matter what. The lords of the South stared at Siegel's lips, afraid to hear terrible news from there.

"I'm the youngest among all the lords in the south, and it's been less than three years now." Siegel said: "Apart from fighting a few battles, I also lack contact with the adults. It's better, since Wu Viscount Thiel proposed to establish an alliance of southern lords, as long as everyone has no opinion on this matter, I will contribute the method of imitating crossbow bolts that I have researched as a gift for the establishment of the alliance, what do you think?"

Siegel casually tossed a scroll on the table. The apricot-colored parchment is covered with text, carefully tied with black strings, and the seal of the nine-clawed squid is used as a badge. The reel spun around twice and stopped in the center of the table.

The mage lord still kept smiling.

That's a bone! Sir Brown thought with ill will. He kept more than 20 hounds in the castle, and it was the same posture and expression when he fed food.

The hounds have to trade the captured prey for their usual bones. I wonder what Siegel wants the hounds to do? Although it took a lot of hard work to finally get the consultant Mage from the city, it seems that there is still a certain gap between the Mage Siegel who became the lord. They didn't expect Siegel's approach, which led to the continuous loss of the initiative.

"Baron Siegel, in the entire South, how many lord castles can have alchemists in them?" Brown frowned and said: "In my case, after opening the scroll. It knows me, and I certainly don't know it. "

A meat bone that can't be eaten can't be eaten, and the attractiveness will be greatly reduced.

"It's a gift

. It's never an excuse to shirk responsibility. If I can get the magazines, I'd like to load the plasma bolts for you. Just two things: this thing can't be free. Coins per bolt; I need to meet the needs of my own territory before I can provide it to the outside world. "

"Hardware coins? Why don't you go grab it?" a lord who jumped out of nowhere suddenly shouted.

Siegel nodded with a very sincere expression: "This is indeed not as good as robbery."

Sir Uther pressed his hands down: "During war, weapons and armor will be more expensive than usual, let alone such a useful weapon. But listen to you, Heimland is not responsible for transportation, others need to bring Going to Myr City with a magazine?"

"Yes." Siegel said, "I'm just a lord and only have rights in my own territory."

"Heim's Territory is in the far north, and many territories require traversing multiple elves' control areas to reach them. All the way is dangerous."

Siegel nodded and agreed: "This is indeed a fact. But since everyone has already pushed the elves north, they will always pass by Heimland, and it is not too far away."

Viscount Uther choked, pursed his mouth, and took a sip of mulled wine with his horn cup. Heimland is north of all southern lords and has always been the front line against the elves. Although I don't know how Siegel reached a truce with the elves, since the war is now officially at hand, Heimland is undoubtedly under the greatest pressure. All elves will come from the north, in the best condition and armed; even if the elves are repelled. It will also go from the north, and the land of Heim's territory has to be stepped on at least twice.

"Everyone is a nobleman who talks about honor and has vows. Naturally, we must unite. We will face difficulties together." Viscount Uther shook his fingers, took a roll of paper from the city advisor behind him, and handed it to Siegel .

After unfolding, the first thing that catches the eye is the royal seal of the Star Kingdom and the large "Certificate of Title".

How to go from a baron that can only be passed down for three generations to a hereditary earl? As long as there is influence that cannot be ignored, coupled with a strong enough military force, it is enough.

"Lord Siegel, you are different from us. You swear allegiance to the royal family, and the title can even go up to the Grand Duke. We will never surpass the Lord's family. But when we reach the title of Earl, we can no longer be the little baron and pioneer knight of Waterdeep City. Yes. Don't you think so?"

"I've made a clean relationship with Waterdeep." Siegel looked at the certificate again, and found that there was no date written on it. So I know there must be something in it. "I don't know what else His Majesty has ordered?"

"When the elves leave the southern territories, it is the day when you are officially made earl. I think that day will come. Isn't it?"

Earl is not just a title, but represents the promotion of territorial rights. In particular, with the addition of the word hereditary, the Heim Territory has truly become the squid family's own thing~www.readwn.com~ As long as there is no rebellious behavior, no one can interfere with Siegel's absolute jurisdiction over the Heim Territory Quan, even if King Aaron came and saw something he was dissatisfied with, he could only reprimand him and not directly intervene.

For a mage, the change of title does not bring about an improvement in strength, but it is a good opportunity for his subordinates. Barons can only have three or four knights, plus a few knights allegiance, while earls are very different. Siegel can have three viscounts allegiance, and the procedure is so simple that he only needs to report to the royal family. There are several barons under each viscount, enough to arrange many people with outstanding military or political achievements.

But this title book was received from Viscount Uther, and it always felt that the taste was not right. I don't know what kind of promise the Star Kingdom gave him? Although Dre Uther is not directly loyal to the royal family, his title may not be promoted, but it will definitely give him some kind of power, so that he can serve faithfully. Judging from the current situation, maybe he will be given a title like the Guardian of the New World and be responsible for dealing with problems between nobles?

Siegle suddenly felt that the paper in his hand was much lighter. He set his eyes on the signature of the title book, "Aaron Fanxing", the words were flying and phoenixes, which were very beautiful. But no matter how you look at it, the handwriting is morbid, soft, and has no strength at all. (To be continued.)

ps: The eighth upload, I was almost defeated by the back of Dian Niang.