Chapter 827 God of War Temple, You Are Repaying Kindness with Enmity! ! !

What does a Nordmark mage need?

This problem really stumped Archbishop Noguera—and Bishop Salem, who was tasked by the archbishop. When asked by the archbishop, he had a grimace on his face and his shoulders slumped.

"What do you look like?"

The archbishop frowned: "Don't people like mages have various needs anytime, anywhere? You can't even think of this? Mage Nodmark doesn't do experiments anymore? No more experimental equipment and experimental materials?"

"He has purchased all the experimental equipment needed in the near future, including large and high-value ones..." Bishop Salem sighed:

"Besides, we don't make things like experimental equipment ourselves. We also pay the Alchemy Guild to buy them. At most, if we buy in large quantities, we can get a better discount. But last time I happened to ask, Nord Master Mark’s discount doesn’t seem to be low either…”

"What about the experimental materials? The harvest of the warriors' adventures, magical beasts, magical plants, minerals, etc.?"

"I asked during the last negotiation. They said that the recent research that requires Warcraft has basically ended. Whether it is needed in the future will be decided after the next topic is determined..."

Archbishop Nogueira refrained from complaining. Most of the asking price reported to him last time was replaced by resources, and the money required was not much. But this time, why is it so difficult?

"Where are the followers? He is a mage, so he always needs followers, right? I think there are only a few followers around him..."

"Who says there aren't many! If we gather together, we can capture a small city!"

Bishop Salem blurted out. Seeing the archbishop's unbelieving look, he stretched out his right hand and bent his fingers one by one:

"Three magicians, one of whom is traveling and has two apprentices with him. A barbarian warrior, level eight. And Miss Serira, she should be at least level 10."

Well, this is the resident mage tower. In addition, there are several healers working in the hospital, ranging from first and second level to fifth and sixth level;

There are several necromancers studying in the hospital, ranging from apprentice to third and fourth level;

There are more than 20 hospital security barbarians, at least level 3 or 4...

Archbishop Noguera was silent. Such strength is not enough to attack a county town. A small town at the next level can really be defeated easily.

And in terms of staffing, there is no shortage of high-level and high-level people, low-level and low-level people, whether it is top-notch combat capabilities or people who do errands below. Sending a team of soldiers to serve as his followers seems unnecessary?

"If it were another mage, a priest could be sent there..."

"Yeah...but..."

The boss and subordinates sighed at each other. But Mage Nordmark is a healer himself. Sending a healer over there is not like following him, but like sending someone to learn a skill... This, changing from a reward to a debt of gratitude, is so stupid.

"Then what does he lack? - As a magician, no, as a human being, he always lacks something, right?"

"But he even has a mage tower!" Not only does he have one, he also has two!

Ordinary magicians at his level have either been sent to other places, or they are fighting for a better position in the archmage's team. My own mage tower?

In Nevis, your own mage tower?

Dream on, the Archmages above level 10 are still waiting in line, saving money, and waiting for their own Mage Tower!

A man with two mage towers... what other desires could he have... Bishop Salem really couldn't think of them.

In addition to what Master Nordmark asked for, gold coins, silver coins, and cash. The more the better, there is no upper limit.

...If the temple can spend millions of gold coins without any hesitation, then we have been upgraded to the national main temple. Bishop Salem thought sadly. No, even the great temple in the royal capital cannot afford millions in cash...

"Don't try to solve the problem with money." As if he saw his thoughts, Archbishop Noguera suddenly warned:

"Old Morgan plans to pay most of the money himself. I persuaded him for a long time, and he said that if the temple paid a large share, he would rather not treat it."

"That……"

What does old Morgan have that the mage Nordmark might want?

Bishop Salem swallowed the question, and after withdrawing, quietly went to see old Morgan.

This powerful warrior with the title of [Steel Slayer] lived not far away, in a small two-story stone building behind the temple, on the edge of the warriors' settlement. Further out is the wasteland, which is vast and sparsely populated, enough for a lot of work.

Before Bishop Salem could get closer, he heard "boom", "boom", "boom", and the dull wind kept sounding. Looking from a distance, one could see old Morgan bending slightly, tilting his body, waving his famous heavy sword, tearing the air with every move.

The rough linen vest was completely soaked, and there were even traces of rough edges on the edges and hem.

This old warrior neither guarded the gates for the nobles nor supported the wealthy businessmen. He is single-minded and devoted to the God of War. For decades, he has been either fighting for the temple or training hard every day.

Bishop Salem quietly took a few steps back. Looking in through the window of the stone house, there are no carpets, no candlesticks, and no valuable furniture in the room. On the three bare stone walls, there was nothing hanging except the heads of wild beasts that old Morgan had hunted with his own hands.

The only thing that looked like it was valuable was his dark, oily armor with countless battle marks on it. All the savings are either spent on training and passing the exam, or on supporting young fighters.

Bishop Salem sighed and withdrew sadly. Standing in the distance and looking at the stone house for a long time, he finally gritted his teeth and turned around and ran towards the mage tower:

There is a way!

There must be a way!

"...That's how it is." In the mage tower, he bowed his head deeply to Gretel, leaned forward, and almost bowed:

"Can you, in name, ask for a lower remuneration? For the actual fee, I will convince the archbishop to secretly reimburse you in the name of other projects...otherwise, old Morgan's character..."

Grete listened carefully and hissed inwardly. Level 14 warriors, everyone in the God of War Temple, you really think highly of me...

Are you sure I can operate on him?

Are you sure my scalpel won't be able to cut through the skin?

Despite all the slander, he still raised his face and smiled. Fortunately, he is a doctor and the dean, and he has the final say on medical expenses. There is no such thing as price verification by the Health Commission or inaccuracies in the accounts. Grete looked directly at Bishop Salem and said slowly:

"The remuneration is negotiable. However, if possible, it is best to let Mr. Morgan discuss it in person - if he can pay a large part of the fee with his savings, skills, or whatever, I will I think he would be happier."

With his words, Bishop Salem accompanied Old Morgan the next day and rushed to Grete's mage tower in person. As soon as they turned onto the path in front of the tower, Bishop Salem looked at it from a distance and felt something in his heart:

A phantom horse with smokey hooves slowly descended into the air. Sitting on the back of the phantom colt was a great magician wearing a golden robe, looking down with interest——

An acquaintance, Master Nordmark’s senior brother, Archmage Carlisle.

Damn it, with him here, it may not be easy to negotiate a low price...

He was as uneasy as beating a drum. Old Morgan didn't feel anything. He entered the reception room and sat down among the guests and hosts. With a bang, he put the long sword on the table:

"Mage Nordmark, the most valuable things I have are this armor and a heavy sword. As long as you can heal me and give me hope to advance again, you can take all of these things. You are a mage. , maybe not used, but it can be given to your followers..."

In the corner of the conference room, Bernard, who had followed the crowd to pay homage to the senior soldiers, quietly took a step back.

He doesn't want it!

His armor was hand-made by the dwarf master, and it can be used up to level 12 or 3 without any problem!

The armor on this old warrior looked to be of about the same level, and it didn't fit him!

Gretel didn't notice this small step, but old Morgan saw it clearly. He stood up on his knees and bowed deeply:

"Including my life. Master Nordmark, if you have any places to explore or enemies to deal with in the future, I can help you."

"Hey - don't, don't, don't…"

Grete jumped up on the spot. Next to him, Archmage Carlisle smiled slightly, flew out a giant force field palm, and raised it in a gesture:

"It's not that serious. Little Gretel will never ask for his life. But look at his followers -"

He pointed at Bernard in the corner:

"Can you take the time to give him some guidance and help him advance to the ninth level?"

"no problem!"

Old Morgan said with emotion. He looked at Bernard carefully, looking from his head to his eyes to his legs and feet, and nodded solemnly:

"This warrior has a very solid background and a lot of accumulation, but he just missed the opportunity. As long as the Master doesn't mind me eating too much, I will live here and train him every day. Not to mention level nine, level ten, level eleven, level twelve Level, try my best.”

"That's enough." Gretel smiled and clapped her hands:

"If you are willing to be Bernard's teacher, we will do our best to treat you. There is no need to mention the remuneration - then, is the matter settled like this?"

Bishop Salem breathed a sigh of relief. Grete smiled and nodded. Old Morgan tried his best to straighten his back, and the anxiety on his face was wiped away, and his face was flushed. Only Archmage Carlisle looked left and right, and raised his palms:

"Wait a minute. I have one more thing to trouble you with-"

He pointed at Grete:

"We still need training. Can you please train him by the way? I don't want too much, as long as I can run away when I encounter danger when I go out on adventures, and I know how to dodge when others attack me, so I won't just stand there..."

"Hello!"

Gretel screamed. Before he could open his mouth to argue, the [Endless Ink Pen] in his chest pocket lit up slightly, and the Lord of Thunder's clear and cold voice came from it:

"Train into a knight."

Carlisle: "..."

Bernard: "..."

Old Morgan: "Don't worry, no problem! I will definitely become a knight!"

Bishop Salem: "Absolutely do it! Guaranteed by the reputation of the God of War Temple!"

Gretel: "..."

Ah, I treat your people, is this how you pay me?

Temple of the God of War, you are repaying kindness with vengeance! ! !

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