Chapter 993 God of Eagles, Are You Giving Me a Cat-Making Stick?

The high-level magicians sat on the high flying platform, with straight faces, using [Mechanized Mind] on themselves to prevent vomiting, and at least they managed to survive until the end of the first round of living sacrifices. Then, immediately retreat back to the airship and hold a meeting to discuss:

How to set rules for those natives!

"I still say that I want them to give up living sacrifices completely!"

Archmage Salomon of the protection department slammed his palm on the table. Although this archmage is in the protection department, he is a hawk among hawks, and his attitude is extremely tough:

"Not only must we give up the use of human sacrifices from the Glorious Holy See, but we must also give up the use of indigenous people's living sacrifices! Otherwise, we will develop the Eagle Country and let the indigenous people go into the jungle to find special products, build plantations, mine and smelt, where will the manpower come from? Take them and kill them!"

"I'm afraid it's impossible to give up living sacrifice completely now." Archmage Mansfield of the Conjuration Department replied calmly:

"You have also seen today's sacrificial ceremony. Living sacrifice is an important way for their indigenous gods to gain power. If their domestic professionals want to advance, they must rely on the indigenous gods to receive the living sacrifices and grant them strength."

"Asking them to give up now is equivalent to asking the entire country to oppose us." Archmage Heins said leisurely, mediating:

"I think we should take a more conciliatory approach and take it step by step."

As a necromancer, the corpses he dissected by himself were piled up to at least fill this airship. As for the way undead grow, in addition to adding potions, adding magic materials, and replacing them with better bones, a common way is to let them absorb other undead...

Therefore, Archmage Heins does not have much objection to the living sacrifice itself. The reason why he opposed living sacrifices was that he was firmly on the side of the parliament because of the interests involved;

Second, Lin En was almost dragged into a living sacrifice by them, which made Archmage Haines quite annoyed;

Three... The third one is, of course, we need to absorb power as well. Why do you, the Eagle Country, make it so disgusting! Even if we learn from our necromancers!

If you need soul, you can use a more efficient method!

It needs flesh and blood, so it’s not impossible to feed it to monsters!

It requires spiritual power... You are already a god, you cannot absorb the power of faith, you have to use blood sacrifice! Blood sacrifice!

Shame on you!

"First of all, we have to make a name for ourselves." The representative of the confusion control department knocked on the table and said softly. He rotated the rings on his hand one by one, rotating the gemstones to the side of the palm, then to the back of the hand, then in, and then out:

"No one is happy to be accused rashly. 'You can't tell who belongs to our family' and 'We need manpower to do the work'. This kind of statement is only a benefit at best, but it is untenable. It is best to have A good enough reason.”

"You of the control department are best at intrigues." The archmage of the illusion department added with a smile. The man in the control department shook the ring on his hand at him:

"Isn't it the same for you? Stop telling jokes and come and figure it out together!"

"Isn't the solution obvious?" The great mage of the control system smiled and spread his hands. He pointed to the gem in the opponent's hand, and then pointed to the pyramid outside the window:

"Should we be paid? There are so many of us - guess how much gold there is in the treasury of the Eagle Country? When they can't afford it, talk to them first and set aside a place to build for us. Mage Tower..."

The magicians couldn't help laughing. Looking through the porthole again, looking at the pyramid covered in blood outside, it is not so unpleasant:

If it weren't for this barbaric place, how could there be gold staffs, gold crowns, gold plates, gold bowls, gold knives, gold axes, and gold ornaments everywhere?

This gold has long since been minted into gold coins, scattered out, and exchanged for various weapons!

Before they could come to collect debts, Eagle Kingdom, which had completed its first day of sacrifice, had already sent people over. It was an entourage from Tratoani's side, maybe an official? With a golden eagle warrior, he respectfully held a gold box:

"This is the apology sent by the great Eagle God to the friends of the noble Son of God. The Eagle God specially gathered a force and gave it to Mr. Troca to compensate for his loss."

With a flick of the brush, the magicians' eyes were all focused on the box. A gold box over half a foot long, three inches wide, and over two inches high, with the image of the Eagle God cast or embossed on it.

Two obsidian stones are inlaid in the eyes of the eagle. Among the deep black, there are two dots of golden light, which are extremely rare golden obsidian stones among obsidian stones. The box moved slightly, and the eyes followed the flow of light, eager to come alive.

"Does this box need to be opened under special circumstances? After opening, does it need to be absorbed immediately?"

Grete motioned for someone to call Linn over, pressed the lid of the box, raised his head and asked. The visitor put his hand on his chest, smiled and bowed:

"No need. Mr. Trocca can use it at any time, or you can exchange it for something else..."

Grete breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't reach out to lift it, and stood aside, waiting for Lin En to come over. Around them, the magicians were whispering to each other and discussing:

"I guess it's an egg."

"Hey, hey, he is the God of Eagles! Eagle! Does your eagle lay eggs?"

“Why can’t God lay eggs?”

"If you ask me to guess, this might be a ball of black energy... After all, black energy is the best match for that black cat, right? There's no need to digest it, just swallow it..."

"That doesn't quite fit the style of the Eagle God... You said that the snake god gave him a cloud of black mist. I believe it. After all, the snake god's form is just a ball of black mist..."

After saying a few words, Linn already hurried over with Mr. Trocca in his arms. The black cat jumped out of his arms and eagerly opened the lid of the box. One claw was lifted, but not lifted, and another claw was added...

Before it bit it, Linn quickly waved his hand, and the two high mage hands worked together to finally lift the heavy lid.

In the box, there is a piece of soft black fur, with a golden feather on the fur:

"Meow!"

Mr. Trocca cried miserably. The back is arched high, the tail is erect, and the hairs on the back explode one by one.

"It turns out to be a feather." The person who guessed "it's a mass of black energy" shrugged boredly.

"It's actually a feather... It's boring, it's too common..." The person who said "I guess it's an egg" at the beginning rubbed his head back in disappointment.

"Looking at the shape, it should be the longest flying feather?" Archmage Vickers of the alchemy department took a step forward and looked at it intently:

"If it is the longest flight feather, it is not easy. In birds, this feather is the toughest and contains the most power. Can Mr. Trocca absorb it?"

Lin En tentatively picked up the feather and shook it at his demon pet. Mr. Trocca called out "meow", stood upright with his hind paws on the ground, and pounced with all his strength. Another sway, another swoop, another sway, another swoop...

So, God of Eagles, did you send me a cat-teasing stick?

Gretel's face darkened silently.

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