A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 134 The Shadow of Mahabray

"That's not difficult, but I've heard you're quite accomplished in pharmacy?"

"It's just empty fame; it's all just people praising us."

"Then I wonder if you could create a potion that only causes pain?"

"What?"

"That's how it is..."

With Blake's explanation, Jiang Shuzhou understood.

So it turns out they're going to use this thing for religion.

As is widely known, the Alliance of Saints is a coalition of countless gods.

Among these gods, there is one god.

His divine name is Lady of Pain.

That's all there is to it; those who know, know.

The Church of Suffering reveres suffering and advocates asceticism.

Then another question arises: usually, the way pain is caused is often accompanied by scars.

Not all the nobles there were masochists, and besides, they didn't want to have scars.

Therefore, they urgently need some alternatives.

Isn't that a coincidence? No, it isn't.

Jiang Shuzhou happened to have a tempering potion; he could modify it and turn it into a pain potion.

Therefore, the people in these wealth churches are truly skilled at identifying business opportunities; they can even spot this kind of demand.

"No problem, I'll look for it. But I have some other good tools here, how about..."

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Shuzhou began recommending to Blake the confession board he had developed, along with some other quirky little gadgets.

Of course, it's very expensive and not very practical.

"What? You did all of this?"

"Of course."

Blake's eyes lit up. This is exactly what we need!

"It's a pleasure working with you."

Black closed the deal in a flash, but whether it has any practical use remains to be seen.

That's what Jiang Shuzhou thought was useless, but in reality, it's extremely useful.

If you don't feel pain, it means you're not devout. This thing can make you feel pain without harm, but it's still useless.

However, Blake didn't say anything.

Many mages wouldn't sell what they considered useful to the Alliance of Saints; he was used to it.

Besides, what does it matter to him whether it's useful or not? As long as he can make money, that's all that matters.

As for the price? That's naturally borne by the noble lords, since the Church of Wealth monopolizes all smuggling routes to the Mage Alliance.

Both sides shook hands amicably, and insincere smiles appeared on their faces simultaneously.

It is clear that they have reached an agreement.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

That night, a barrage of explosive messages swept through the player community.

"Mahabrace now offers paid withdrawals? Get the full picture in one minute!"

Breaking news! Training potions are being given away for free! Dare to try?

"Shocking! How many rewards did you miss? Don't let these people get away with this!"

Clearly, this is the follow-up to Jiang Shuzhou's order.

First, there's the evacuation point. Although Blake said that a little money would be enough to completely bribe those noble officers, Jiang Shuzhou's mercenaries would naturally be at his disposal.

However, Jiang Shuzhou wasn't their babysitter, so it was already good enough that he negotiated a new evacuation method.

Pay more? Don't even think about it!

Fortunately, Blake also saw through Jiang Shuzhou's plan and directly said that he would talk to the nobles and ask them to give a uniform price.

Soon, a unified price was announced.

It costs 100 gold coins per run in low to medium pollution areas and 2000 gold coins per run in heavily polluted areas.

There are no campsites in highly polluted areas.

Joan of Arc personally led the guards over the heavily polluted area. I don't know why this woman is so concerned. The Empire isn't worried, but she is.

The most attention-grabbing guide is still the one for level 87.

"As we all know, since the start of the Mahabray event, we players have finally ushered in a spring."

Are you happy picking up trash in polluted areas?

Have you stockpiled quite a bit?

Next, I will use my ten years of experience in collecting junk in the game to tell you how to sell it and how to sell it to get the maximum profit.

First of all, those contaminated items are left alone and confiscated. Although the Mage Alliance will provide compensation, the prices are generally not high.

We'll mainly talk about items that haven't been contaminated.

The first thing to be targeted is naturally the most easily obtained pus, which is almost unwanted except by the Mage Alliance.

Furthermore, it is extremely dangerous, so handing it over is the best course of action, and you can also gain contribution points.

……

In summary, items with research value are sold to the Mage Alliance, while art collectibles or gold and silver jewelry are sold to smugglers in the Empire. As for the Alliance of Saints...

No dogs go!

The transaction tax is high, the security is poor, and you're easily exploited; normal people should definitely avoid going there.

It is clear that Joan of Arc's governing ability was indeed worrisome.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

What is 87 doing right now?

He risked his life in a heavily polluted area.

"There's a demon on the left!"

87 stretched out his left hand, letting the talkative pistol read the message.

He was hiding in a small house at the time.

"I didn't expect you to be so reliable."

"Nonsense, you little bastard, you dare to come anywhere!"

"Is this a place you can come to? What makes you think you're strong enough to come here?"

"Say less. If you hadn't said you were also a creation of the abyss and could shield me from the senses of demons, why would I be here?"

"I do know that the demon cannot simply sense you."

"Are you out of your mind?! Do you even know what kills the most people in the abyss?"

"Humans?"

"It's a demon! You idiot!"

"Shh, don't speak, it's coming!"

A gigantic demon passed by the house where 87 was hiding.

"I heard human voices."

Then he looked around and then smelled the aroma.

"It must be an illusion."

Fortunately, the Talkative Pistol was created by Jiang Shuzhou using the power of the Abyss, and its symbiosis with 87 successfully masked the human nature of 87, preventing him from being exposed.

dong dong dong.

With a violent tremor of the ground, the demon departed.

"Go and take another look!"

87 said in a low voice, and then he slowly extended his left hand.

"Shh, it's still there."

Damn, what a LYB (a derogatory term for someone who is overly friendly and manipulative).

87 cursed inwardly, "When did this demon become so intelligent?"

Afterwards, 87 hid for a while longer.

dong dong dong.

The sound rang out, and this time, 87 once again sent the talkative pistol to investigate.

"Let's go, run for our lives!"

"Stop running, you've forgotten why we came here?"

"I'm speechless! It's like you're some kind of monster who'll come back to life! Are you trying to push me into a fire pit?!"

"Don't rush, I'll leave after I finish one reconnaissance mission."

Just as 87 was about to set off, he heard footsteps.

Then came the sound of conversation.

"You say..."

"My lord... he offered himself as a sacrifice..."

"……cave……"

The sound was intermittent and indistinct, even for someone with 87's extraordinary hearing.

However, his intuition told him that this information was extremely valuable.

"Griffith...kill...the Abyss...gate..."

"It's okay...he..."

Intermittent words reached his ears. 87 lay prone at the door, not daring to move. Neither he nor the talkative pistol uttered a single word during this time.

There was no accidental bumping into anything, making it a perfectly executed eavesdropping operation.

Aside from a lack of intelligence.

All I know is that there's someone named Griffith who's connected to the Abyss, and that they seem to be planning something in the cave.

As for what it is, and which cave it is?

These are all unknown.

But that should be enough for him to get by.

These people were obviously from the Abyss Order.

The commander spent a lot of money to offer a reward for information about these people.

"Run, run, run!"

After waiting for a full hour without a sound, 87 cautiously had the talkative pistol check the surroundings again before tiptoeing out the door to make his escape.

Even if he dies, the news can still be reported, but for the sake of your own account, don't do anything reckless.

Here comes the reward!