Heroes of Silver Moon

"As the Holy Son of the Moonlight Church, it is time for you to be loyal to the Church." Cirillo had just closed the door of the prayer room when the Pope's words stunned Simon.

Fuck, I have only been the Son of God for half a month because of my loyalty to the church! Not so!

"Farewell, you have misunderstood the person, I am not your holy son." Simon was about to run away as soon as he pulled his legs, but the Pope had quick eyesight and quick hands, and immediately pulled Simon back.

"Hey, young man, it's just a joke, why take it seriously," the pope said with a long sigh and a merciful expression on his face.

"Hey, don't make such a joke! I'm scared out of my mind." Upon hearing that the Pope was just joking, Simon sat back in his seat.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Simon asked with black lines all over his head.

"It's already December." The Pope didn't answer Simon's question directly, but said something that made Simon puzzled.

"December, what happened to December?" Simon asked in a daze, completely unable to guess what the old man in front of him wanted to express.

"On the first day of every year, isn't our Silver Moon Kingdom going to hold the Luna Festival?" The old Pope "tirelessly" induced Simon.

"Oh, yes, it's almost time for Luna Festival!"

Simon suddenly realized, and under the Pope's gratified expression, he said the words that broke him: "It's time to prepare some New Year's goods in advance."

"Prepare some crazy New Year's goods. You are the holy son of the Moonlight Church. The Luna Festival is a festival to celebrate the Moon Goddess. Shouldn't you express something?"

Tapping the table with his hand, the old Pope threatened "viciously".

"Hey, hey, this is too much! I'm just a child, what can I say!" Waving his fist, Simon protested dissatisfied.

"Hehe, I won't talk nonsense anymore. As the Holy Son, on the day of the Luna Festival, you have to attend all the celebrations of the church and the royal family."

Speaking of which, the Pope grabbed Simon who was about to flee, and then slammed the table, and a secret passage suddenly appeared in the prayer room.

"As the holy son of the church, you should know the various activities of the Luna Festival celebration, and learn various etiquettes from now on to ensure that you will not make a fool of yourself in public on the Luna Festival."

Carrying the cat-like Simon, no matter how much Simon struggled, the Pope was unmoved, and slowly walked into the secret passage.

"Crack", was thrown to the ground casually by the Pope. As soon as Simon looked up, he saw several old men and old women with wrinkled faces staring at him expressionlessly.

"This is the deepest part of the inner sanctum of the church, and it is also the place where the sons of the past generations learned to pray. From now on, you can prepare for the Luna Festival here with peace of mind!"

After throwing Simon to the old priests of the church, the Pope walked out of the secret passage without looking back.

"No, I have made meritorious service for the church, I have shed blood for the church, you can't do this to me, I want to see the goddess, I want to see the goddess"

Seeing those old men and old women slowly approaching, Simon was frightened and hurriedly knocked on the entrance of the secret passage.

But unfortunately, the entrance to the secret passage was locked by the Pope. No matter how Simon beat it, the sealed wall would remain motionless.

"Holy Son, stop screaming, this is the deepest part of the cathedral, even if you scream and break your throat, no one will come to save you"

The leader of the old man finished speaking "scaringly", and then threw the patchwork dress that Simon wore when he accepted the canonization, and threw it in front of Simon.

"Holy Son, should you change it yourself, or should we change it for you!" Several old men and old women said with a sinister smile.

Seeing the dress that weighed more than ten kilograms being thrown in front of him, Simon looked up to the sky and screamed: "No!!"

Alchemy Workshop of the Academy of Spells.

Looking at the fox mask carved out of golden silk wood, Clifford nodded in satisfaction. Simon, a little fox, should use a fox mask.

"Pekka, rune pen, breath-reclusive enchantment potion," Clifford gently placed the precious mask on the workbench, and then instructed the apprentices beside him.

"Yes, teacher." The young alchemy apprentice Pekka quickly handed Clifford's rune pen and the corresponding enchanting potion to his boss and mentor.

After receiving the rune pen and the enchanting potion, Clifford unscrewed the enchanting potion first, and then inserted the rune pen into the enchanting potion.

Clifford squeezed the rune pen lightly, and all the enchanting potions were sucked into the rune pen immediately.

After pinching the rune pen, Clifford carefully drew the enchanted runes inside the mask one by one.

He couldn't help being careless, this mask was made of gold silk wood, and even the processing of the material belt cost at least more than a hundred gold coins.

And the enchanting potion he is using now is also very expensive, and this bottle alone is worth a hundred gold coins.

That is to say, if he fails to enchant this time, he will directly lose more than two hundred gold coins.

The quotation for alchemy equipment ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is usually about three times the material cost, and for this mask, the quotation given by the church is 600 gold coins.

If Clifford succeeds in enchanting once, he will make a net profit of four hundred gold coins, and if he succeeds only twice, then he will earn two hundred gold coins.

But if he failed twice and succeeded in enchanting the third time, it would basically be for nothing. Not only would he not earn a penny, but some money would also be posted.

But this is not the worst. If he fails to succeed three times in a row, then Clifford will have to post more money.

After all, the customers had already paid in advance, and if they couldn't get the equipment they wanted, Clifford would have to refund the deposit.

So after three failures, either the alchemist will refund the money, or he will continue to pay for it himself to manufacture the customized equipment.

If the alchemist fails three times in a row, he must understand that his level is not enough, and generally speaking, he will return the deposit to the customer.

This is nothing to be ashamed of, not enough level is not enough level.

If there is an alchemist who has to spend his own money to buy materials for enchanting when he knows that his level is not enough, then his peers will definitely stay away from this fool.

But fortunately, since Clifford made his debut, he has not encountered three consecutive failures, and the worst one was only two failures.

In the end, Clifford felt that his level was not enough, so he had no choice but to refund the deposit to others.

"Well," the stroke of the brush stroked a thin invisible crack, and Clifford frowned. This time the enchantment was considered a failure.

There is a broken line on the mask, which was not found when I checked it just now, wasting a bottle of enchanting potion.

Is it because you are too confident in yourself, so you don't pay attention when checking?