Pastor's Tantra

Now that he has mastered a certain degree of knowledge about elves, Aleister can easily confirm that this trading model can really be recognized by market supervisors.

Because this is essentially asking a ritualist to help him arrange the ceremony while providing the materials. And he is worried that the other party will use his precious ritual materials but fail to complete the ceremony, so he collects a deposit...

But in fact, this is the ritualist using the deposit to buy the "ritual arrangement rights" to practice.

This really blocks the loopholes in the existing rules of the Church.

For the dignity of the elves, even if they figure it out, they will not be angry and have no say... At most, they will only make a patch and prohibit this form of "deposit-type transaction" from appearing in the future.

96𝙨𝙝𝙪.𝙣𝙚𝙩】

Aleister conveyed these things to Aiwass on the other side in his heart - but Aiwass had become quiet and did not respond.

She could only feel the silent and warm feeling coming from the other side in her heart, just like closing her eyes and embracing the sun.

...Forget it, it seems that he has fallen asleep.

Aleister shook his head with some regret.

Let's go to see him in the evening.

"What happens after that?"

She opened her eyes and asked Paul: "How do you do your work?"

"I think..."

Dimitri cheered up.

"Shut up," Aleister interrupted him crisply, turned to look at Paul, "You say."

"You must have guessed it... It's to pour the high-concentration preservation solution in the specimen barrel into the sea together with the bodies of the slaves preserved in it."

Paul replied respectfully.

"I did think of that," Aleister nodded, "but even if they are concentrated... how much preservative do you need to bring to pollute marine life under the dilution and self-purification of the sea? Why don't you build an experimental pool to simulate the biosphere and try it in it first?"

"All of this has been done."

Paul nodded: "It is confirmed that it can be done - what we want to test is to what extent the ocean will eventually dilute them as the distance and time of the ocean currents change, and the spontaneous migration of marine life."

"Ocean currents?"

Aleister said subconsciously, and suddenly realized something.

She slightly widened her eyes: "Wait, I remember... this sea route from the Church to Star Antimony..."

"Yes, the ocean currents in this area are from north to south. In other words, these 'nooses' will eventually flow back to the offshore area north of Star Antimony. And as long as this potion is diluted to a certain extent, it is harmless to the body - so the experiment is absolutely secret. If no one gets sick from it, the experiment will never be discovered.

"And because in the natural environment, this potion ingredient cannot exist. And since this kind of magic potion is prohibited, these fishermen and fish schools cannot come into contact with it...

"So in the end, we only need to regularly test whether there are "noose" components in the bodies of fishermen near the port, and regularly sample the content in fish schools caught in the ocean at different distances, and we can get a series of quite detailed data."

Paul said softly.

It was not until then that Dimitri fully grasped the whole picture of this experiment.

"Wait...?"

He looked at his partner in disbelief: "In other words, they will eventually flow to us?"

"Of course," Paul nodded, "If they flow to other countries, how can we regularly test them?"

"Didn't you say that it is a weapon! Why should the weapons of Xingti be used to harm Xingti people first...?"

Dimitri found it difficult to understand: "Isn't the psychic tower close to the fishing ground? Aren't you familiar with them...?"

Paul wanted to explain, but he opened his mouth, sighed, and chose to remain silent.

Aleister sneered at the side: "The weapons of the Star People have hurt the Star People more than once. It's just that you tower scholars have difficulty in getting to know the real facts.

"For example... Armed Gargoyles, you have heard of them."

The black-haired noble girl coaxed.

"I know, it's the creation of Albert Lore!"

Dimitri was quite proud of the achievements made by his friends and seniors: "It is a mass-produced weapon that is not afraid of dispersal and fully automatic combat! If they appeared earlier and were mass-produced earlier... those Avalonian griffins would definitely not be able to get a good deal in front of them!"

"It's useless."

Paul suddenly poured a basin of cold water: "They can't catch up with the griffins."

"Uh..."

Dimitri also hesitated for a moment, and after thinking about it, it seemed right.

"Then do you know," Aleister said lightly, "how much energy does the armed gargoyle require in actual combat?"

"...Energy? "

Dimitri was stunned. Even Paul raised his head with some curiosity.

Obviously, they had never considered this matter at all - for the various necromancy products in the laboratory, they were all dormant and continuously recharged when not needed. Lack of energy was a very unfamiliar word.

"Mass-produced weapons require continuous combat. How much time can be used for recharging? In cross-sea operations, how much trouble is it to maintain their logistical supplies... Do you know?"

"... Across the sea?"

Dimitri tilted his head, not quite understanding: "Why cross the sea? We have no overseas territories on Star Antimony."

Paul's pupils shrank - he obviously understood what Aleister meant.

Aleister glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"You bad guy."

She pointed at Paul from a distance and said meaningfully: "You can understand it so quickly... I guess you have guessed it a long time ago."

"Guessed what?"

"... Armed gargoyles are autonomous weapons used for invasion, not defense."

Paul was silent for a while, and answered: "Like I said - they can't catch up with griffins."

As defensive weapons, they are slow to move, not quick to react, and easy to cause accidental injuries.

But if they are used as offensive weapons...

... then?

"They can't use charging piles to charge," Paul quickly deduced, "The charging piles of the psychic tower are because of our underground ceremony. If you want to make temporary charging piles outside, you need to arrange the ceremony on the spot. A standard landing gear that can accommodate twelve armed gargoyles requires the full mana of at least a third-level ritualist...

"... So, they will use other methods to charge? "

"Other ways..."

Hearing this, Dimitri also reacted: "Eating people...?"

His expression suddenly became serious, and his brows were furrowed. His originally excited expression also fell silent.

"...The military can indeed do such a thing."

Paul was also silent for a while, and then took a deep breath: "I roughly know when they did the experiment. They have tested it before..."

"Test?" Dimitri asked.

"The test of armed gargoyles was last year. At that time, our corpse quota was less, so I went to the military to ask for recently executed death row prisoners."

Paul explained: "Generally speaking, these death row prisoners should have been drained of blood to death, and some were hanged or shot, but basically their internal organs are fresh and intact. But I took the professor's list to them and asked for it repeatedly, and they only reluctantly gave me a few carts of rotten meat... Many of them had traces of being shot by machine guns."

"Ah!"

Dimitri also remembered: "During that time, we have been learning corpse splicing and beauty in advance... So this is the reason! "

"I actually guessed that it was related to the armed gargoyles. Because the military couldn't just look at the results of the test field, they would definitely test it again after taking it back. At that time, I saw some corpses with bite marks... I thought they were testing the melee ability of the armed gargoyles. "

Paul frowned: "So it was testing... the gargoyles' devouring ability."

Generally speaking, necromancers will not allow their creations to devour corpses.

The power of dusk that each undead unit can withstand is the result of precise calculations. The so-called "piling corpses is a taboo", once the undead start to devour other corpses, it is easy to go crazy or lose control.

Dimitri blurted out: "Fortunately, they haven't had time to invade yet, this is too hateful! If they attack, will we also have to take the blame for the military!"

"...I have to tell the instructor. "

When Paul said this, he subconsciously looked up at Aleister.

Only then did he remember that they were prisoners detained here by Aleister.

At this moment, the door of the room suddenly knocked.

A shadow appeared from a corner that they had not noticed at some point - it was the housekeeper who had caught them before.

It turned out that he had been here all the time, but they didn't see it at all!

"Hello..."

A slow voice sounded.

The person outside the door was Professor Laxmi.

He nodded slightly, bowed to the honey badger very politely and said: "My students... may have mistakenly entered here. Can I take them away?"

"-Professor Laxmi, right."

At this time, Aleister got up from the sofa and walked over.

Professor Laxmi noticed Aleister's pupils, then lowered his head and noticed the black cross necklace hanging around her neck. His pupils shrank slightly.

Then he bowed slightly and saluted Aleister respectfully: "Yes, Miss. My name is Odval Laxmi. "

"I am Aleister Crowley."

Aleister made an elegant skirt-lifting salute, then smiled and said, "Take them away."

"--I had a great time."