"Nerd? The status of professors in those academies is very high. To be a professor at Piedmont Magic Academy, one must be a great magician, which is almost S-level in terms of adventurer level. You should know what status adventurers of this level have in a country. Status means power, power means wealth, and I certainly won't give away my technology for nothing." Esna continued.
"I understand! When the time comes, you will offer a high price and ask them to buy the technology in your hands. In this way, these wealthy professors will try to mobilize funds to purchase the technology in your hands, and the money must be taken from the bank! In this way, the banks in Piedmonton will be closed down in less than a week! When things get out of hand, the king will have to pay attention to it!" Isidor said with sudden enlightenment.
"That's right. A large portion of the shares in the Piedmont Bank are owned by the royal family. The bank means a stable cash cow to the king. If the bank collapses, he will be the most anxious person in the world both publicly and privately. When the time comes at the negotiating table, it will not be us begging him, but him begging us." said Esna.
"But is this alone enough to make him give up the national treasure? After all, although the impact of a bank bankruptcy is huge, as the king of a country, he should have some emergency measures, right?" Isidor asked doubtfully.
"Don't worry, the bank won't go bankrupt. Piedmont is richer than most people can imagine. Although they look very worried about the three million gold coins, as long as the funds are mobilized, it won't be difficult for them to withdraw even 20 million. Even if they can't raise cash for the time being, the king will definitely be willing to use his own treasury to help with the turnover." said Esna.
"Then what should we do? How about a combination of kindness and force? I'll go outside the city and kill a few hundred monsters to show my strength, and you can take out some magic and alchemy skills in exchange for the king?" Isidor asked.
"Use both kindness and force? Your idea is good. You have made a lot of progress during the time we have been apart. But the force you mentioned is far from enough. The Marrow of Life is one of the miracles in the world certified by the church. The mere fact of offending the church is enough to make the king think carefully." Esina said with a smile.
"Oh? How powerful does it have to be? You can't just flatten the royal city, right?"
"In that case, it's not deterrence, but making enemies. The key to deterrence is to make your opponent believe that you have a knife in your hand, but the knife cannot really cut down," said Aisina.
"Ah? It's so troublesome, we might as well just rob it." Isidor said somewhat dissatisfiedly.
"Be good, I know what you're thinking. With your ability to defeat a demon king, destroying a country is naturally a piece of cake for you. But on the one hand, Piedmont has a close relationship with the Holy See. Being an enemy of the Holy See means endless fighting, and with the combined military strength of both sides, even you would be in danger. Secondly, many of my industries are here, and my future operating funds will depend on the business here. If I really blow this place up, I'll have to ask you to work overtime to build it when I need money in the future." Esina explained softly.
"In that case, let's use the method you mentioned. How do we do it specifically?" Isidor asked.
"Let's not talk about this for now. Do you know why I sent Emmeline to the academy?" asked Esna.
"Isn't it to lure those professors to buy your technology and then run a bank run? You said it once." Isidor asked in confusion.
"That's just one aspect."
"What about the other side?"
"On the other hand, some things are not good for children to see." Esna smiled shyly, put her arms around Isidor's neck and lay on the bed with him.
"Remember? I said that if one day you can protect me instead of the 'Perfect Virgin', I am willing to give up this protective spell and be with you..." Esna said this, lowered her head and couldn't say any more, but her blushing cheeks and pursed lips had already said it all.
Chapter 142 Mandarin Ducks Playing in the Water
After hearing Esina's answer, Isidor already understood everything.
He knew that such a day would come sooner or later, it was just a matter of time. He was not anxious or surprised about the arrival of this day, because his feelings for Aisna were not blazing fire, but cold ice. When the ice turned into clear water, everything would fall into place naturally.
He kissed Esna's lips gently, and through the two thin skins, Esna's body temperature slowly transferred to his lips, which were icy cold and carried a faint fragrance.
"I always smell this fragrance on you. Is it the body odor of an elf, or are you using some perfume?" Isidor asked curiously after the kiss.
"Smell it carefully." Esna said with a smile.
"I can't smell it."
"Then be more careful and deeper." Esna put her lips close to his ears and blew sweet air.
Isidor felt as if something in his heart was grabbed by her, and he couldn't help but kiss her lips again.
At first, it was just a light kiss, but after getting used to the skin contact, it gradually became deeper and more passionate. From lips to cheeks, from earlobes to collarbones, from neck to chest, Isidor wanted to kiss everything on her body, and Esna gradually became intoxicated in this passionate deep kiss.
"Are we being a little unfair to Miss Nimega by doing this?" Esina asked with a seductive look.
"Will you stop if I say sorry to her?" Isidor's voice was a little hurried. His handle was tightly grasped in Esna's hand. It was difficult for him to speak softly and slowly when he was under control.
"Of course not. I'm the type who must possess something I like. But don't worry, I don't mind sharing. It's just..." Aisina leaned over and said with sobs.
"Just what?" Isidor said, stroking the top of Esna's head.
"Just don't do anything to my sister. I don't want to create a situation where sisters have to work with the same person." Aisina said.
"You're a little late. Your sister has already gotten there." Isidor said awkwardly.
"What?" Esina raised her head and gave Isidor a vicious look.
"When I took the atavistic medicine, it was to relieve the side effects of pain... I did this out of helplessness, and I didn't expect her to do that."
"You're lucky!" Esina pushed Isidor down on the bed and bit his shoulder, leaving a circle of teeth marks.
Isidor, who had experienced the side effects of the atavism potion, naturally didn't care about the pain, but in order to show that Esna's punishment was effective, he still pretended to scream twice.
"To punish you, I'm going to be on top today." Esna said, looking into Isidor's eyes.
"It doesn't matter, the force is mutual..." Isidor was halfway through his words when he was stopped by Esna's lips.
After a great harmony of life, Esna lay exhausted on Isidor's body. Although the process was quite tortuous, this strong woman still kept her promise and did not get down from beginning to end.
"Actually, you can take a break. There's no need to be so tired." Isidor said with a smile.
"Who knew it would take so long... According to the book, the average time for a goblin is even shorter than that of a human. I didn't expect that a special species like you would be unable to handle such a thing." Esna said with a blushing face.
"I told you to hold on. Your thighs are still shaking. Go take a soak in the bathtub." Isidor said as he stood up and carried the powerless Esna to lie down in the bathtub.
"In this case, the protective spell of 'Perfect Virgin' cannot be repaired. If you abandon me, I will be left with nothing." Esna said while hugging Isidor's neck.
"Don't worry. How can I bear to throw away an external brain like you that is so convenient and easy to use?" Isidor looked at the blush on Esna's face. In the steam rising from the hot water, he felt that her appearance was extremely moving. His heart was moved, and they played in the water together again.
When Isidor got up from the bathtub, it was only half full.
Esna was already tired after a night of hard work, and after spending half a day with Isidor, she had already fallen asleep from exhaustion. Isidor was afraid of waking her up, so he gently carried her to the bed to rest.
At night, there was a loud noise outside the mansion, followed by several screams. Isidor hurriedly put on his clothes and went outside to check. Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out of the mansion gate, he saw Emmeline dragging several shirtless strong men with one hand. When he looked closely, he found that the arms of these strong men were tied up with their shirts, one after another.
"What's going on?" Isidor asked with a smile.
"These guys were lying in ambush near the mansion, and suddenly attacked me when I came back. I was a little nervous because I didn't bring a bow and arrow, and I knocked one of them away with one punch. He hit the wall and broke half of the wall. I captured the rest alive - there are relief carvings on the wall, so I have to pay a lot of money for it, right?" Emmeline asked worriedly.
"It's okay, your sister has plenty of money - you did a good job, these people can be interrogated. Is the guy who was hit dead?" Isidor asked.
"He's probably dead."
"Bring the bodies here, it will help them regain their memories," said Isidor.
"Well... because I was a little nervous and used more strength, it might be a little difficult to collect... but the two legs are probably still intact." Emmeline said guiltily.
"Let us tell you! Let us tell you! Don't let this lady interrogate us!" Seeing Emilyne's shy look, the tied-up strong men were frightened out of their wits and quickly admitted that they were coveting Esna's carts of gold and silver, so they were lying in ambush here, wanting to kidnap her and make a fortune.
"Is it really just that?" Isidor asked unfriendlyly.
"Really, really! Not a single lie!" The sturdy man said, trembling all over as he looked at Emmeline beside him.
"Humph, whether it's true or not, I have my own way to find out." Isidor said, prying open the mouth of a strong man and summoning a small worm to stuff it into his brain through the upper jaw.
The sturdy man's eyes rolled back immediately, and after a moment, Isidor read the information he wanted.
"Sure enough, you're not lying... It seems I was overthinking it." Isidor said, reaching out to take the worm out.
"Emilyn, let them go. They are just a few thieves. There is no need to cause trouble." Isidor waved his hand.
"Yes." Emmeline nodded, stretched out her hands to tear the clothes that bound them, and the strong men fled without looking back.
"Is my sister here? I have something to report to her." Emmeline turned around and asked.
"She hasn't slept all night and is still resting. Let's talk about it after she wakes up." Isidor replied.
"Well, I'm a little tired too. Let's go back to the room and rest for a while." Emmeline nodded and was about to walk up the stairs when she suddenly felt dizzy and fainted on the ground.
Chapter 144: The Holy Order and the Judge
"Emilyn!" Isidor hurriedly picked her up to prevent her from falling to the ground. Lovely Emilyn's body was soft, as if she had just experienced strenuous exercise.
"What's wrong with me?" Emmeline grabbed Isidor's shoulders, supported her forehead, and slowly stood up.
"Did he overexert himself in the fight just now?" Isidor asked worriedly.
"No, I'm not that weak." Emmeline stretched her body and soon found that her strength had returned to normal.
"What is going on?" Isidor asked.
"I don't know myself...it's like my consciousness was suddenly interrupted." Emmeline replied.
"It seems that the Elf Killer has little effect on you. Is it because you are half-blood?" A strange female voice came from the eaves.
"Who is it?" Isidor looked up and saw a woman dressed as a priest standing there, looking down at Emilyne.
Her priest's uniform seemed to have been modified. The material was much lighter and thinner, and the style was very cool. Large areas of skin were exposed, making it hard to believe that this was a nun's uniform.
Contrary to her cool clothes, she has an extremely hot body, and her eyes and eyebrows have a kind of charm that penetrates deep into the bone marrow. Even if she said that she was a succubus, Isidor would believe it.
"The third judge of the Holy Order, Cecilia." The woman smiled.
"The Holy Order? Are they from the Vatican? What are you doing here?" Isidor asked with a frown.
The Holy See is a super-large organization in human society, with the Archbishop of Piedmont as the Pope. Although the national philosophies of human beings are different, and there are often wars and killings, the vast majority of people believe in the same god. Even the lawless Esna is unwilling to provoke them, which shows the great influence of the Holy See in the world.
Isidor didn't know much about the Holy See, and most of it came from Fiedena.
He had heard Fidena say during a casual chat that the Vatican had a group of Paladins called the Knights of Sion, which were very powerful and almost represented the peak of human power in this world. Fidena had once infiltrated the group as a squire, but later she was caught drinking the blood of a female Paladin and almost didn't escape.
Because of this experience, Fidena also had a certain degree of understanding of the Holy See, and Isidor once asked her out of curiosity. Fidena explained to him the organizational structure of the Holy See and various rumors and interesting stories, but never mentioned the name of the Holy Order.
"The Holy See? Haha, a bunch of ignorant people are just playing a game of imaginary house." When Cecilia heard the word "Holy See", she immediately showed an expression of disapproval.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter who you are. You suddenly appear here, you can't just want to say hello to me, right?" Isidor said, secretly preparing for a battle.
"Of course not. The gods in the distant sky can see clearly what you are doing. Your actions are felonies that cannot be forgiven. I come here today to pass judgment on you in the name of my God." Cecilia said, stretching her left hand toward the sky.
A huge and somewhat exaggerated halberd appeared in her hand out of thin air. The halberd was snow-white from head to tail, and was as exquisite as if it was carved from marble. It did not look like a weapon but rather a work of art.
But Isidor had no time to appreciate the beautiful art. His attention was focused on the way the halberd appeared.
"Fantasy construction?" Isidor blurted out.
"That's right, the Arbitrator can exercise some of God's powers." Cecilia said halfway and suddenly couldn't help laughing.
"So in a sense, I also came to say hello." Cecilia said, dancing the halberd in her hand like the wind, her body floating down like a fallen leaf, and slashing at Emily's head with the halberd.
Emmeline did not dodge, or rather, she could not dodge, because before the attack came, her consciousness was interrupted again, and she fell backwards powerlessly.
Isidor was startled and quickly formed a great sword to block the halberd, and with his other hand he lifted Emmeline up.
"It seems that the interruption of consciousness just now was not accidental. Including the few thieves just now, all of this was caused by you, right?" Isidor stared at Cecilia and asked.
"Yes, I released information to lure them here to cause trouble and thereby attract your attention. So I had the opportunity to play some tricks, but unfortunately, I failed to take off her head. I originally thought that killing her would make you waver a little." Cecilia said with a regretful expression.
"You have done something unforgivable." Isidor summoned an evil creature to protect Emilyne, then grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and pushed away Cecilia's halberd with force.
"Are you going to attack with all your strength? I love fighting the most! Come over here! It's more spacious here!" Cecilia suddenly laughed wildly and retreated about a hundred meters with a few jumps.
Isidor was about to chase her, but was afraid that he would fall into her trap. Fortunately, Esna heard the sound and rushed out with a sword in hand. Isidor told her to protect Emily and he chased after her.
Cecilia was extremely fast. Every time she landed, she created a small stone on the ground as a foothold, so she didn't need to look at her feet when moving. Isidor soon followed suit and increased his speed. However, he was not as skilled as the other in using this technique. He kept chasing her until they reached the mountains outside the royal city, and the distance between the two sides was actually widened.
Isidor was a little anxious. He predicted where Cecilia would land. He sent a void shock wave to shatter the stones he had just built. While she was still unstable, he summoned a huge fireball from the sky. There was a loud bang, and the high temperature of the huge fireball exploded, instantly melting half of the hill into magma.
"Huh, it should be solved now... Did I overdo it?" Isidor looked at the scene in front of him that was like a volcanic eruption, and suddenly felt a little regretful. There was obviously an organization behind the enemy that he didn't know about yet. It was really hasty to kill people without asking for intelligence.
"Haha, that's really rude. Do you men treat beautiful women like this?"
At this moment, a white light split the magma from the ground, and Cecilia jumped out with a halberd in her hand, and built a perfect rock to stand on. She looked a little embarrassed, but only part of her clothes were burned, and she was unharmed.
"How did you dodge it?" Isidor was a little surprised, because he clearly saw the fireball engulfing Cecilia. That huge fireball condensed the strongest attack of the Fire Sacrifice Tribe. Even if he himself was hit head-on, he would be reduced to ashes. But the priest in front of him who had no protective gear was completely unharmed?
"You didn't dodge it, it's just that your attack was not strong enough." Cecilia said with a smile.
"Really? Thank you for talking so much nonsense and giving me enough preparation for the event!" Isidor sneered and suddenly stretched out his hand. An icicle immediately rose from the ground, sealing the magma on the ground and Cecilia inside.
"This time, I want you to be gone without even ashes." Isidor felt that the woman in front of him was unusual. He retracted the idea of holding back and condensed a huge flaming spear as big as a mountain with all his strength, and threw it at Cecilia who was frozen in ice.
Chapter 144 Magic Immunity
Isidor let out a long breath, looked at his almost exhausted magic power, and felt a slight sense of emptiness.
This was the first time he had used magic of this magnitude since his evolution in the Goblin Kingdom. Of all his abilities, this was probably the most destructive. Even the explosive arrows he had created when he had absorbed the spirits of many victims during the battle with the Demon Lord Zam'drol were not as powerful as the supergiant fireball in front of him.
However, after the steam dissipated, Isidor was surprised to find that Cecilia was still standing there, seemingly unharmed.
If Cecilia had not almost fallen down after he used the void shock wave to knock away the stone she was standing on, Isidor would have almost suspected that she was an illusion.
If it was a fully resurrected Zamdrow, he would probably be able to take such an explosion with his body; if it was Esna at her peak, she might be able to use the full power of the Perfect Virgin to block such an attack with the posture of a stone statue. But Cecilia, who looked like a human being, took the attack without paying any price.
Could it be that the opponent has a stronger body than the Demon Lord? Or does he have a more advanced protective magic than Esina?
Isidor quickly rejected these two guesses in his mind.
If the opponent really had such strong defense, then there was no need to block her attack, let alone run away. There must be another reason why she could resist such a powerful magic attack.
Thinking of this, Isidor decided to give it another try. He gave himself the ability of the Chongya Tribe Goblin to the greatest extent - pure speed and strength.
