Chapter 798 Negotiation? Bargain? Archmages, Come On!
Things like the house, the correction, and the dragon's nest can be thought about later.
Anyway, Cerela usually moves around in human form and doesn't need a house as big as a dragon's nest. It's really time to sleep in dragon form——
Let’s talk about it later. Cerela has just advanced and won’t need to sleep for a second time immediately. Give him ten or eight years, and he can always handle the dragon's nest and all that.
Of course, gold coin beds, no, silver coin beds are still given. I don’t know how happy I’ll be when Cerela successfully advances and sees a bed of silver coins to roll on!
Grete happily gave up the power of negotiation and lay beside him with his chin in his hand, responsible for "um", "ah", "ok" and "I agree". Occasionally, I also smile:
"Yes, I do pay more attention to this -"
Archmage Sam, senior brother, I’m leaving it to you!
In terms of negotiation, you are definitely more professional in terms of grasping the scale of the relationship with the Temple of the God of War!
I agree with whatever outcome comes out of the discussion. It doesn’t matter if I transfer more benefits to the parliament. As long as it’s convenient for me to continue to advance my research, that’s fine~~~
And Old Sam really lived up to his expectations.
Although I don’t know how the two archmages communicated—especially how they communicated information without concealing it from Bishop Salem—the fact is that Old Sam was the main talker, and Archmage Carlisle played the drums. Bishop Salem was defeated steadily.
The tug-of-war negotiation lasted half an afternoon. Gretel sat next to him, watching Bishop Salem's face turn red and white, then white and red again. The eyes are bulging, and even the temples on both sides look a little bulging.
...Are we bullying the God of War Temple too much?
After all, we are all considered allies. Just give in if we can take one step?
Gretel felt a little guilty looking at it. He couldn't secretly cast a blood pressure magic to test whether the other party's blood pressure had risen, so he had no choice but to smooth things over with a smile:
"It's getting late. Please pause for a moment and continue after dinner. Come on, your Excellencies, please move to the restaurant -"
None of the three lords listened to him. Bishop Salem stared at Old Sam, and Old Sam stared at Bishop Salem. Archmage Carlisle kept a little distance from the side and was on full alert:
One is alone and physically strong; the other is of a high enough level and has companions around him, but in terms of body, he cannot withstand the punches of the God of War Bishop and high-level warriors. If a fight breaks out, you can't tell who will be unlucky.
Gretel took a few steps back to the door, put on a warm and hospitable face, and made a magic gesture with his left hand, ready to defend himself at any time. With a slight flick of his right hand, the door of the reception room quietly opened a crack——
The steaming, enticing aroma of food crept in silently through the crack in the door.
The two Your Excellencies stared at each other like cockfighting cocks for a few seconds. In the end, they both snorted coldly and stopped. Grete immediately retreated to the door and opened the door with a smile:
"Come, come, please -"
The restaurant is on the other side of this floor, just two doors down the corridor. Invisible servants had finished serving the food, one plate after another, held there in a patterned hemispherical glass cover.
The inside of the cover was covered with fine water vapor, but it still couldn't block the aroma of all kinds of food, flowing out steamingly.
The tense lines on Bishop Salem's face relaxed. Archmage Carlisle followed the crowd and quickly looked at the restaurant environment:
There is a long table covered with a dark red tablecloth. Judging from the length, it can seat about 10 people. There are 10 chairs symmetrically placed beside the long table. Judging from the marks on the ground, four of them should have been added temporarily;
Bernard, Aurora, Master Norwood, Annevia and Carlos, several permanent residents of the Wizard Tower, were already waiting at the door of the restaurant, bowing to greet the distinguished guests;
Archmage Carlisle calculated in his mind that considering the size of the restaurant, it could only accommodate these few people. As for the other apprentices?
Master Norwood's apprentices, Master Linn's apprentices, and possibly several other young apprentices working in the Master Tower should have their own place to eat.
This also shows that Annevia and Carlos, the two young priests of the God of Nature and the Necromancer, have been recognized by Gretel and are considered his disciples?
But now is not the time to ask these questions. He followed Grete's guidance and took the second seat on the right. Old Sam took the seat. After them, everyone in the Mage Tower took their seats one by one, invisible servants flew around, and opened every glass cover:
Thick, juicy steak sizzling on the stone slab. Green asparagus is neatly arranged on one side of the steak, and on the other side, large mushrooms have soaked up the flowing gravy and look particularly tempting;
The roasted chicken that has been repeatedly brushed with honey has golden skin and a sweet aroma. The invisible servant picked up the silver knife and slashed the belly of the chicken. Fried rice dotted with ham and mushrooms immediately overflowed from the inside, adding a richer layer to the sweet aroma;
A purple-red pottery jar over a foot high and over a foot in diameter. Open the puff pastry lid and reveal a jar full of braised pork, bright red in color and multi-layered. With a little stirring, the fleshy skin trembles and trembles;
A whole fan of pork ribs, brushed with enough seasoning, roasted slowly over low heat until fragrant. The invisible servants were separated into strips, and the rich aroma of meat wafted all over the restaurant on the spot;
A large basin full of milky white seafood soup, prawns are bright red, clams are slightly yellow, squid tentacles are rolled, scallops, scallops, various fish fillets, and small fish are stewed until they are almost crispy, and the aroma reaches your nose. drill;
The large lobsters served on the silver plate were more than a foot long. The shrimp shells were separated to both sides, revealing the ruddy and trembling shrimp meat...
Bishop Salem's face became more and more relaxed. After Grete signaled to start, he couldn't wait to cut a large piece of steak and took a bite. The bright red meat juice immediately splashed in the mouth, filling the entire mouth with chewing.
Bishop Salem sighed comfortably. Turning his face, he nodded slightly to Gretel:
This steak is good. The meat quality, seasoning, and heat are all top-notch. The texture is firm and juicy, with a faint milky aroma in the gravy. This Nordmark mage, the cooking level in the mage tower can almost be compared with that of the temple.
——You know, the Temple of the God of War is the place where the most meat is consumed; the chefs in the Temple of the God of War are also famous throughout the country for their meticulous research on meat cooking!
He praised in his heart, but Old Sam praised him directly:
"Mage Nordmark, your cooking skills in the mage tower are really good!"
"It's okay, okay." Gretel smiled and thanked:
"The main reason is that MOSS works hard. He will record every new recipe. Over time, there will be so many..."
Of course, the main reason is that everyone likes to mess around with their food. Aurora, Bernard, Annevia and Carlos would all deliberately collect some cooking methods and then reproduce them in the tower.
As for Linn, Gretel dared to say that half of MOSS’s recipes were learned from Linn’s Golden Skeleton.
Cough, he also contributed to this! You have already toiled yourself into another world, and you still can’t eat what you want. How can you eat what you want?
Gretel smiled and controlled the invisible servant, scooped out a piece of braised pork for himself, and took a bite. Well, fat but not greasy, thin but not woody, fragrant and soft. The little bit of sugar in the meat brings out the umami flavor just right...
The taste of hometown!
What a blessing!
Such a rich variety of food, enough to satisfy everyone. Old Sam cut a piece of lobster meat and squinted his eyes, enjoying the smooth, tender and elastic texture;
Master Carlisle scooped up a spoonful of seafood soup and was picking out the shellfish full of soup one by one in the soup. His movements were slow and gentle, and his expression was relaxed;
Bernard has already piled the bones of two pork ribs on his plate, and is currently burying his head in attacking the third rib;
Annevia had just finished eating a chicken leg, and now she cut open a small piece of bread, stuffed a steak mushroom inside, and added two asparagus sticks. She was very happy to eat. From a distance, Gretel cast an admiring look at her:
I know how to eat!
girl!
Meat side dishes are the eternal gods!
Carlos fiddled with the fried rice in the belly of the chicken and licked the pieces one by one with the tip of his tongue, as if he was analyzing the ingredients in the fried rice and trying to improve it...
The food relaxed everyone's nerves very well. So much so that when the dinner was over and Bishop Salem returned to the reception room, the tension and anger on his face had disappeared. He leaned back on the armchair and his voice was a little lazy:
"Well... let's move on to the next topic... Mage Nordmark, how many people do you need from the God of War Temple to cooperate with your research?"
"Of course, the more, the better." Grete first set a tone for his needs:
"But of course, the manpower cannot be unlimited, and the deployment of warriors by the God of War Temple cannot be unlimited either. So we hope to negotiate a reasonable number as much as possible."
Then he shut up and watched Bishop Salem and Old Sam bickering and going back and forth. Finally, it was decided that the God of War Temple would send 50 level 5 knights, 30 level 6 knights, and 20 level 7 and 8 knights each to cooperate with Gretel’s research——
"Of course, it must be non-invasive research, such as measuring blood pressure, blood oxygen, cardiac color ultrasound, CT, etc.! Cooperating with the research does not mean that you can harm these knights!"
Bishop Salem insisted. Old Sam immediately added a proviso:
"It's okay to take blood! - No more than 10 milliliters of blood per person. It is used to measure blood potassium, blood sodium, and possibly blood lipids. This will not cause harm to the knights, right? The knights of the God of War Temple are not so fragile, right? ?”
Bishop Salem hesitated slightly. After thinking about it, it’s just 10 milliliters of blood, so it shouldn’t be a big problem——
"But it cannot be used to pass electricity! It is absolutely not allowed to test resistance to electric current or anything like that!"
"Of course it's impossible!" Gretel jumped up. He wanted to slap the entire "Declaration of Helsinki" on the other person's face. But in the end, he just raised his hands and made a magical oath:
"Unless it is necessary to save the other party's life and I have obtained permission in advance, I will never use defibrillation or electrocardioversion magic on the patient. If I violate this oath, I may mysteries deprive me of my spell-casting ability-"
"Okay." Old Sam interrupted in time:
“So, let’s talk cash compensation!”
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