Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 714 I had a lot of fun

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

Because this is essentially asking a ritualist to help you arrange the ceremony while you provide the materials. But you are worried that the other party will use your precious ritual materials but fail to complete the ceremony, so you collect a deposit...

But in reality, this was the ritual master using the deposit to purchase the "ritual arrangement rights" to practice.

This indeed blocked the loophole in the existing rules of the Church.

As for the dignity of the elves, even if they figured it out, they would not get angry and have no say... At most, they would just make a patch and prohibit this type of "deposit transaction" from appearing in the future.

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

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

…Forget it, it looks like he’s already asleep.

Aleister shook his head with some regret.

Let's go check on 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 and turned to look at Paul, "Go ahead."

"You must have guessed it... that is, pour the highly concentrated preservation solution in the specimen barrels, along with the slave bodies preserved in them, into the sea."

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 ocean? Why don't you build an experimental pool to simulate the biosphere and try it out in it first?"

“All of this has already been done.”

Paul nodded. "It's OK to confirm. What we want to test is to what extent the ocean will eventually dilute them as the distance and time of ocean currents change, as well as the spontaneous migration of marine life."

"Ocean current?"

Aleister said subconsciously, and suddenly realized something.

She opened her eyes slightly and said, "Wait, I remember... this sea route from the Theocracy to Star Antimony..."

"That's right. The ocean currents in this area are from north to south. That is to say, these 'nooses' will eventually flow back to the offshore area north of Star Antimony. As long as this magic potion is diluted to a certain degree, it will be harmless to the body - so the experiment is absolutely secret. If no one gets sick from it, the experiment will never be discovered.

"Because the ingredients of this potion cannot exist in the natural environment. And since this potion is banned, these fishermen and fish cannot come into contact with it...

"So ultimately we only need to regularly test the fishermen near the port to see if there are any 'noose' components in their bodies, and regularly sample the content in fish caught at different distances from the ocean, and we can get a series of fairly detailed data."

Paul said softly.

It was only then that Dimitri fully grasped the full picture of the experiment.

"etc……?"

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

“Of course,” Paul nodded. “If it spreads to other countries, how can we conduct regular testing?”

"Didn't you say it was a weapon? Why would the Star Antimony weapon be used to harm the Star Antimony people first...?"

Dimiter was puzzled. "Isn't the Ziggurat very close to the fishing grounds? 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 accessing the real facts.

"For example... armed gargoyles, you've heard of them, right?"

The black-haired noble girl patiently and gently said.

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

Dimiter 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 fights automatically! If they appeared earlier and were mass-produced earlier... those Avalonian griffins would definitely not be able to stand up to them!"

"it's useless."

Paul suddenly poured cold water on them: "They can't catch up with the griffins."

"Uh……"

Dimitri also hesitated for a moment, then thought about it and it seemed to be right.

"Then do you know," Aleister said lightly, "how much energy is required to arm the gargoyle in actual combat?"

"……energy?"

Dimitri was stunned for a moment. Even Paul looked up with some curiosity.

Apparently they had never considered this at all - for the various necromancy products in the laboratory, they were all dormant and constantly recharging when not needed. Lack of energy was a rather unfamiliar word.

"Mass-produced weapons need to be in continuous combat. How much time can they have to recharge? In cross-sea operations, how much trouble is it to maintain their logistical supply... Do you know?" "... Across the sea?"

Dimitri tilted his head, not quite understanding: "Why do we have to cross the sea? We Star Antimony don't have overseas territories."

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

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

"You're a bad guy."

She pointed at Paul from a distance and said meaningfully, "You figured it out so quickly... I guess you must have guessed it a long time ago."

"Guess what?"

"...Armed gargoyles are autonomous weapons designed to attack, not defend."

Paul was silent for a moment, then answered, "Like I said—they can't catch up with the griffins."

As defensive weapons, they are completely unsuccessful due to their slow movement, slow reaction time, and easy to cause accidental injuries.

But if it is used as an offensive weapon...

……if?
"They can't be charged with charging piles," Paul deduced quickly. "The charging piles in the psychic tower are because of our underground ceremony. If we want to make temporary charging piles outside, we need to set up a ceremony on site. 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 methods……"

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

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

"…The military is indeed capable of doing such a thing."

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

"Test?" Demeter asked.

"The test of the armed gargoyles was last year. We were running low on corpses at the time, so I went to the military to ask for recently executed prisoners."

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

"what!"

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

"I actually guessed at the time that it was related to the Armed Gargoyle. Because the military couldn't just look at the results of the test field. They would definitely test it again when they got it back. At the time, I saw some corpses with bite marks... I thought they were testing the close combat capabilities of the Armed Gargoyle."

Paul frowned, "So they were testing... the gargoyle's devouring ability."

Necromancers generally do not allow their creations to consume corpses.

The amount of Dusk power that each undead unit can withstand is the result of precise calculations. As the saying goes, "piling up corpses is taboo", once the undead begin to devour other corpses, they can easily go crazy or lose control.

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

"…I need 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, there was a sudden knock on the door of the room.

A shadow appeared from a corner that none of them noticed at some point - it was the butler who had captured them before.

It turns out that he has been here all along, but they just didn't see him!

"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 entered here by mistake. Can I take them away?"

"——Professor Laxmi, right."

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

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

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

"I am Aleister Crowley."

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

"—I had a great time."

(End of this chapter)