Warlock of the Magus World Chapter 1135: Nien (1300 plus)

The new Silver Moon City, on the high floor of the City Hall, Alustriel wears a small crown and a gorgeous cloak. both hands leans on the railing. Looking at the turbulent city at this time, his face has a bitter smile.

"Her Majesty the Queen, have you heard? This is the scream of the entire city ..."

A scholar-like old man helped his glasses aside.

"I heard ... but what else can I do?"

Alustriel turned back, the expression of bitter smile disappeared, replaced with the color of perseverance: "My leaders are afraid of the brutality of Orc/Beastman, my back is not protected by the princes of the Northland, and even faces their Open fire and dark arrows. In this case, those chambers of commerce actually paid me ten times the purchase price! Oh my **** ... I have even mortgaged the gems on my crown, what else do they want? "

Alustriel is getting more and more angry. Although she has two powerful divine force support, God of Justice and Goddess of Magic Network, it is a pity that Church of Tyr is not rich at all, and Goddess of Magic Network must also take care of other places of Continent, and the support provided is limited.

Even with the thick thighs of Church, the current Silver Moon Alliance is facing a whole Demi-human Empire!

The consumption produced by the preparations for the war is not what the Alustriel and the Northland noble who have lost everything can afford.

This battlefield was the battle between the Mystra and Orc/Beastman gods from the beginning!

Unfortunately, Goddess of Magic Network is not Goddess of Wealth. Without sufficient Gold Crowe, it will not attract enough Adventurer and mercenaries, and it will not be able to equip the army with weapons and bread. Even some 'enthusiastic people' inspired by Tyr's Church are willing to donate money. Donating things and bringing in dry food to participate in the war, but facing the huge army of Orc/Beastman, Alustriel felt a deep chill.

"But ... Her Majesty did so. Will it be commit offense Wealth Church, after all, those wealthy Priest is the back office of the big business ..."

The old scholar stunned, and finally suggested.

"I can't help it ..." Alustriel reluctantly spread his hand: "Lady Waukeen is an absolutely neutral God. Even rumors have it that Demi-human Empire has her business, we can't expect the other party to help us directly ..."

"And ..."

Alustriel blinked at the scholars: "It is Paladin of Tyr's Church who is responsible for the execution. We should be assured of their conduct? They will not injustice any good person ..."

"But ... I won't let any bad guy go, but merchants are full of this stuff ..."

Scholars sigh deeply, but they dare not speak up.

As the deputy and consultant of Alustriel, after so long getting along, he has fully understood that although Alustriel looks a bit mature after the extinction of the country, the nature of innocence has not changed at all.

"Also. The sage Elminster has come. It is said that he brought a plan for very nice ..."

The scholar flipped through the memo pad and said to Alustriel.

"That old-fashioned ghost?" The disgusting look on Alustriel's face.

"Please pay attention to your words, Your Majesty! You must pay attention to your image in public, and ... the other party is still your adoptive father!"

The scholar's face turned red awkwardly, then reminded him.

"Okay, you can just send him whatever you want ... just say I'm not here!" Alustriel waved his hand and opened a Transmission Gate to leave directly, leaving the scholar with a grin on the spot ...

...

Because of the arrival of the unwelcome guest Elminster, the discussion between Alustriel and scholars ended without problems.

They also ignored it a bit. Sometimes, even if a policy is in place, there are ways for implementers to modify it beyond recognition.

Although Alustriel greeted Rafiniya. For those large chambers of commerce with God of Wealth Temple backstage, they must maintain "necessary tolerance" ... Unfortunately, who is Paladin? Their granite-like heads are truly ghosts if they know they have changed!

In particular, when searching a warehouse of a large chamber of commerce under the name of Fortune Priest, a Paladin head cramped and threw out the camp appraisal, and found evil traces. After finally catching a Demon, everything changed It's out of control ...

A storm of justice swept the new Silver Moon City, and the caravans under Wealth Church suffered heavy losses.

In order to obtain high profits and returns, those wealthy Priest dare to do anything, even without fear of trading with Devil!

Paladin, which has long known this, has no better way for them. After obtaining the authorization of Alustriel, a large liquidation finally began.

On the spot, several caravan agents related to Demon were caught on the spot and sent to the fire rack after the trial. There are countless other convicted businessmen.

Residents of the new Silver Moon City soon found the scenes on the street clear. Not only a large number of shops re-opened, but the shop owners were also entertaining each customer with a smile, for fear of getting a complaint or condemnation, etc., and then Paladin came to the door.

Secretly, all the merchants were directly injured and madly cursed those Paladins. Rafiniya held the top of the list.

At night, ordinary people rest early, but many plans continue secretly.

In the face of huge losses, those fortunes Priest seem to be very wealthy and don't care.

They have Goddess of Wealth as the backstage, they do have this qualification! As long as Alustriel still has the most basic reason, they will pay compensation for their losses, otherwise, they dare to provide support and arms sales directly to Orc/Beastman!

The hardest hit and endangered families are always only those small and medium-sized chambers of commerce and businessmen.

In the face of the turbulent wave, these unfounded unlucky eggs will always be the most severely damaged batches, and will even be directly annexed by large chambers of commerce to eat their blood and flesh.

Nien Merchant Guild.

The dim yellow oil lamp glittering is uncertain, reflecting the pale faces of several chamber of commerce chiefs.

"Everything is talking! What's wrong? I came here for the purpose of today!"

In the middle leopard leather seat, a beautiful young woman, about twenty or thirty years old, asked directly.

Several principals tremble at the same time, and they dare not look at each other at all, as if they are some kind of beast or poisonous scorpion.

"According to the requirements of those Paladin ... we are operating as usual today, and the price is still the same as before, there has been no increase, so the run and buy-in has caused us to lose about 1500 Gold Crowe, which can be estimated tomorrow The number will continue to rise ... "

A principal bit his teeth and said directly.

For Nine, a medium-sized chamber of commerce, this loss can already be regarded as shocking.

"And ... Our secret transactions, once found by Paladin ..."

The teeth of the other agent were trembling a little, and they collapsed to the ground: "Miss, please, let's leave ..."

"Dream! Do you think you can still run now? Once our secret business is discovered, even the ends of the earth can't escape the pursuit of those brains, and even harm the family ..."

Missing in the air between the teeth of the young lady, this cruel reality and future make other people seem to fall into hell.

"You can rest assured ... I am not completely unprepared for this visit. The family spirit has been brought in. As long as you hide it and try to ship as soon as possible, you will leave here immediately after the transaction is completed ... as long as it is successful, The achievement of profit alone is enough for each of you to buy a huge estate in the south and marry a little noble wife ... maybe you can really produce an noble after a few generations ... "

Under the assurance and temptation of young women, the faces of those principals have looked a lot better, at least not so much like dead people.

However, after all of them left, the cloud of terrifying directly appeared on the young woman's face.

She waited for a while first, and then came to the corner of the warehouse until she was sure that the people around her had completely left.

After opening the mechanism, the corner wall receded, revealing an underground channel.

The young woman held an oil lamp in her hand, walked directly into the ground, and entered a narrow basement.

There is nothing else in the air around, a little water vapor leaks out, making the ground slightly moist.

In the center of the basement, there is a Magic Formation that has been sketched out, with a strange light.

After inserting two high-energy crystals into the energy slot, the young woman took out a small silver mirror and placed it in the center of Formation.

"Zizi ..."

After a quiver of light and shadow, a white-haired middle-aged man in a silver robe emerged from the mirror.

"Agna! How is the new Silver Moon City?"

"Thank you for the blessing of God. Our secret business was not found, but some of the surface goods were lost ..."

The brows of the young woman Agna frowned: "And, I have stabilized those subjects, and there should be no risk of being discovered for the time being ... our time is running out, Lord Father!"

"The situation is far worse than we thought ..."

The middle-aged man's face gloomy needs to be able to drip water: "The last time I sent Berek has no news. It seems to have encountered unbelief. He has a lot of important information, and our secrets will be exposed at any time ... by then, Church of God of Justice and Goddess of Magic Network will not let us go ... "

"Orc/Beastman is also untrustworthy, and Blackblood Tribe is even more so ... Are we going to be the mice that yell on both sides?"

The toughness that the young woman pretended all collapsed, and she almost collapsed to the ground with a despair expression on her face. (To be continued.) Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotian.net