Pastor's Tantra

In another room that was almost separated from the first-class cabin by the entire ship.

A middle-aged man with greasy and messy hair wiped the sweat from his forehead anxiously.

He grabbed the passing blond boy and asked him when he frowned in pain: "Haven't you found Paul yet?"

"I said no--"

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The boy yelled impatiently.

"What no?"

At this time, a cold, hoarse, and slow voice came.

A chill suddenly seeped out of the room. People subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

It was a man who looked as thin as a ghost.

He looked about 40 or 50 years old, and his eyes were as deep as a lone wolf waiting for prey. The man's back was a little hunched, and he leaned against the surrounding walls when he appeared at the door. Although he was wearing a neat suit, it looked a little slumped because it was a little too big and his shoulders couldn't support it. His eyes were stained with a dim yellow light, which made him look sick.

He walked in slowly, and the others stopped communicating and moving, greeted him and saluted:

"Professor Laxmi!"

"Good afternoon, professor."

The middle-aged man called Professor Laxmi just nodded slightly without speaking in response.

He stared at the man with messy hair and walked straight over.

The man was also startled and stood obediently like a student. The blond boy next to him also showed fear, but did not dare to run away. He could only glare at the middle-aged man next to him angrily, and then lowered his head.

"What's wrong?"

After Professor Laxmi approached, he repeated his words in a low voice again.

The blond boy spoke quickly: "Paul is missing, and Assistant Medel asked us to look for him..."

"That's right, professor..."

The middle-aged man scratched his hair hard, brushing off the dandruff, and whispered with his head down: "Someone saw him when he boarded the ship before..."

But before he could continue, Assistant Medel was interrupted by Professor Laxmi: "Paul is missing?"

"...Yes."

Assistant Medel was speechless and had to nod.

"I asked you to keep an eye on him." Professor Laxmi frowned and said slowly.

"...Yes."

"So what did you do?"

Professor Laxmi said softly, like a whisper between lovers: "You let him go?"

Medel was startled and immediately began to explain: "No, no, no, I said, when the ship was sailing, he was clearly..."

"--You know, he is very important."

Professor Laxmi continued to interrupt Medel: "More important than all of you combined."

"Yes, yes, I know..."

Medel wiped his sweat and kept bowing and nodding.

At this moment, Professor Laxmi's finger quietly stopped in front of Medel's forehead.

In an instant, the whole room became silent. Medel dared not move, and Professor Laxmi was as dead as a dead corpse.

Everyone watched this scene in silence, and the sound of the waves that was originally drowned in the words became particularly clear.

Splash--

Splash--

Perhaps only a dozen seconds passed, but Medel felt as if it was a few minutes.

Finally, Professor Laxmi's finger slowly curled up and retracted.

Seeing that Medel did not die immediately, the sound of "relief" sounded at the same time, and almost formed a continuous and audible sigh in the narrow room. But people soon realized how rude this would be, so they immediately returned to silence.

And Medel still maintained his previous posture, motionless.

——He was petrified.

In addition to becoming a stone statue, complete stiffness and inability to move can also be regarded as a kind of petrification. This is also an application of preservation technology-living preservation.

"This is the third time, Medel. I will give your father some face... but there won't be a next time."

Professor Laxmi's hoarse and unpleasant voice slowly sounded: "You'd better hope that I can find Paul back."

He put his hands behind his back, and his face as cold as a corpse swept across the room, and ordered: "Do what you should do."

In an instant, the crowd that seemed to be frozen suddenly regained its liveliness and vitality--

They moved the tall and heavy wooden barrels that shared the room with them to the window, and poured out all the biological specimens purchased from the Theocracy and the preservation fluid in them.

Everyone seemed to be trying to show how hardworking and serious they were working-even the sound of moving the wooden barrels seemed so clear.

"--Be quiet, we are doing this in secret."

Professor Laxmi's sarcastic voice sounded again: "Are you building a building? Or who wants to lay the foundation? I will be the first to satisfy him when I go back."

In an instant, the work became quiet again.

The students worked quietly-although silent, they were extremely fast.

Professor Laxmi frowned and looked around the room, but he didn't seem to find the other person he was looking for. He raised his eyebrows and left quietly without saying a word.

After he left, the students in the cabin breathed a sigh of relief. The speed of work also slowed down a lot.

After a long time, Medel was able to resume his actions.

First, I can twitch my fingers. Then his eyelids began to blink, and tears began to flow from them. After a while of this, he knelt down on the ground in embarrassment, panting heavily, and kept reaching out to hit his shoulders and waist. But no other students in the room paid him any attention.

Students came and went passing by him, but almost no one glanced at him.

"I'm here to help too!"

Assistant coach Medel took a breath, stood up, and squeezed past on his own.

The other side.

Aleister drummed his fingers on the arm of the sofa, lost in thought.

"More details."

She suddenly spoke and asked Paul: "How do you plan to proceed?"

Dimit on the side responded: "Just throw the 'noose' we brought into the sea..."

"That's the complete story."

Paul interrupted Dimit and started from the beginning: "Generally speaking, when used as a preservative, we use normal concentrations. And we have always had one job -

"Because Star Antimony is not adjacent to Parthia, and the port is controlled by goblin merchants, the ships of the snakemen and lizardmen from Parthia cannot come in. So when we need to trade with Parthia, we will choose to do it from the Theocracy."

"What deal?" Aleister asked.

"Human specimens. We need a large number of specimens from races other than humans... The study of necromancy will consume a lot of corpses, and Star Antimony can barely even provide human corpses."

Paul replied: "But the Theocracy does not allow the sale of human tissue, and it also does not allow the slave trade. Therefore, the Parthians adopted another trading model-they brought some slaves directly to the Theocracy, and then asked us to They are made into 'living corpse' level specimens. In other words, it is us who provide services, not them... and the provision of ritual, alchemical or necromancy processing is allowed by the Theocracy. "

"Then how can the Parthians profit?"

Aleister asked in detail: "They can't just pay to give you the body, right?"

"——Because specimen customization requires a lot of time and effort, and it is easy to damage the body, or the highest quality cannot be maintained... The highest quality specimens can be directly used for necromancy research, or for making high-level necromancy. , which requires very high technology.

"So after the Parthians give us a 20% 'deposit', we will in turn pay a large 'deposit' to ensure that they are intact. Because the process is complex and the production is difficult, the amount of this deposit is much higher As for the deposit... So the result is that we paid the money and came back with the body. "

Paul said calmly: "After that... there is no after. The deposit is just a deposit, and the deposit was 'withheld' by them. After that, we only need to write another letter, regretfully informing them that 'all The corpses are all destroyed and the deal is cancelled, then the matter is over. The corpses are indeed destroyed - they have been used to improve the students' preservation skills and necromancy skills."

...Smart.

Aleister sighed: "There are geniuses in the ziggurat..."