[Hmm, there has to be some warmth, right? Everyone vote with warmth, for this chapter.]
"Alright, for the people around Brother Salin to trust me, I'll sign the contract." Sharman still insisted. She pulled Salin's sleeve and followed him back to the shrine.
Salin was very familiar with the follower contract. The two signed the contract under Isabella's witness.
Sharman then said, "Brother Salin, you're giving me the position of general. Where are my soldiers?"
Salin couldn't help but laugh. "It's still early. You have to at least become a true Sword Saint and reach 18 years old. Also, you have to become a level-one mage and master a certain amount of magic. Only then will I hand the army over to you. "
Sharman almost cried. She said aggrievedly, "Brother Salin, are you lying to me? I feel like I've been tricked! "
Salin rubbed Isabella's golden hair. "What's so difficult about it? Isabella can teach you magic, and it won't affect your swordsmanship training. If you want to lead an army, you can't just be strong. After you learn memory magic and have enough magic strings, I'll let you read a lot of books on war and find some people to teach you the basic knowledge of marching and fighting. How old are you now? "
"15."
"You're a genius. Can't you do all this in three years?"
"But, is this true? Will there be new requests? "Sharman's eyes flickered. She wanted to act coquettishly with Salin.
"Master, if she doesn't want to do it, then I'll do it. I have plenty of energy anyway. " Neris appeared like a ghost. Sharman blinked a few times. Her mouth moved, but she didn't continue to play tricks.
She didn't have much confidence in dealing with Neris.
"Neris, why are you here? Weren't you at the port?"
"Sister Sicar has something to tell you. She asked me to pass it on." Neris glared at Sharman. Neris naturally had malice towards this little girl who dared to be intimate with her master.
Master was her own. She definitely couldn't share it with others. Well, Sicar was an exception …
Neris was calculating in her mind. She excluded the Winged Skeleton. In any case, the Winged Skeleton had a soul contract with its master. It was too late to say anything now. At most, it would teach that fellow a lesson after it had advanced to the next stage and obtained all eight abilities. One lesson a day.
Other than Shika, no one would be able to do anything to Nelis. Salin trusted and loved Nelis. After this little devil was deceived by him, her future didn't seem to be very bright. Because if he couldn't fulfill the thousand-year promise, Nelis would also be in trouble.
That was why Salin was somewhat indulgent towards Nelis and the Winged Skeleton.
"Alright then, Brother Salin, I'll listen to you." Sharman instantly became obedient. Only then did Nelis retract her vicious gaze. She could also understand Salin's feelings, so Nelis was not as apprehensive as before.
"Neris, tell me, what's the matter with Sicca?"
"Master, let them out." Neris pointed at Sharman and Isabella.
Sharman was fine as she did not understand some of the rules, but Isabella was a little angry. Although Nelis was powerful, she was also Salin's contracted creature. Isabella, on the other hand, was Salin's follower. Her status was higher than Nelis. This was publicly acknowledged by all mages.
Salin also frowned, wondering if he had been too lenient with Nelis.
"Nelis, they are followers. There are no secrets to hide."
"Up to you. Sister Sicar wants 800,000 gold coins," Nelis said. Sicar really had no other choice. After starting to make the potions, she realized that 600,000 gold coins was not enough. It would probably cost 800,000 to 1,000,000 gold coins. Therefore, she let Nelis do it. Anyway, Nelis had eavesdropped on her and Salin's matters.
Sicar could push Salin down by force, but it was difficult for her to ask Salin for money.
"800,000 gold coins!" Salin was also a little shocked by this number. Rex did leave him a lot of money, but that was for the construction of Mars City. The reconstruction of three cities would cost a lot. Although Salin had his own ways to save money, he still had so many troops to equip and pay. The amount of gold coins needed was also a terrifying number. The monthly expenses left Salin unable to save much money. Most of his cash flow came from the arena.
"What does she want to do with these gold coins?" Salin did not want to ask, but there had to be a reason since the amount was too much.
Nelis looked at Sharman and Isabella and said, "Sister Sicar wants to make potions."
"What potion needs so much money!" Salin found it even more bizarre.
"Yes, Sister Sicar said that this potion can let you and her have children. She also said … "
"Alright! Nelis, yes, you two should leave. "Salin was very depressed. Isabella, however, held back her laughter and turned to leave Salin's room. Sharman thought about it and did not have a reason to stay.
After the two left, Salin set up a Silence Ward. When he used this spell, there was also fog. Not only sound, but even with the Magician's Eyes, he could not see anything.
"Master, I already said to let them leave, but you …"
Salin groaned and said, "Alright, it's my fault. But Nelis, why did Sicar ask you to do this?"
"Master, Sister Sicar is worried that you can't afford it, so she asked me to ask."
Worried that I can't afford it? Hearing this, Salin felt a lump in his throat. For some reason, tears welled up in his eyes. He had become the ruler of a country, but Sicar was worried about his financial resources. If this was the result of his hard struggle, then what was the point of his cultivation and his power?
"I have the money." Salin wiped away his tears and said, "Nelis, ask Sicar to come. I want to see her. No, I'll go myself."
Salin mumbled incoherently and left on his own.
Nelis did not dare to neglect him. She followed him from afar. Leaving the temple, Salin walked towards the Southern Courtyard.
Salin walked step by step, his mood gradually calming down. He suddenly felt a lot of guilt towards Sicar. Last time, he asked someone to give her village tens of thousands of gold coins. Did he think that it could replace everything?
What Sicar did not want did not mean that he should not give. He did not seem to be in a hurry about Sicar wanting to have a child. Sigh, Sicar, Sicar …
Nelis followed behind Salin. Seeing Salin's steps getting steadier and steadier, all kinds of flaws disappeared as he walked. Only then did she feel relieved. Salin's appearance just now, he could not even react to a sneak attack.
Metatlin could defend against an army, but since it was open for business, it could not stop assassins from entering. Maybe there were assassins lurking in the city now, wanting to harm Salin.
Salin calmed down, but he thought more. Sicar had been persuading him to marry Rex, and he had a good impression of Rex. Similarly, Rex would not be too different from him. And Rex could help him conquer the world and provide countless opportunities.
It seemed like a perfect choice.
But, Sicar, where should he put it? Even if Rex could help him conquer the whole continent, it could not replace Sicar's smile.
Sicar was worried about money. For 800,000 gold coins, he even asked Nelis to test him. If he were to continue like this and put everything on his country, what would the result be?
Back in Ceylon City, all he wanted was a piece of bread a day. How could a person's desire become like this!
Sicar had his own house in the South Park. Around the house, the most elite Caucasian warriors were stationed. Seeing Salin coming, the Caucasian warriors bowed respectfully, their eyes filled with unspeakable envy.
They did not envy Salin's identity. So what if he was the king? What they envied was that Salin had obtained the favor of the priest.
The Caucasian warriors all moved away, trying to stay as far away from Sicar's wooden house as possible. They wanted to leave some private space for the priest to enjoy with Salin. Nelis stayed in the distance. She saw that Sicar's wooden house was well decorated. It was carved out of a huge, withered tree. And all the routes that could be attacked were blocked by all kinds of buildings.
These buildings were all occupied by Caucasian warriors.
Nelis found a big tree and jumped up. She lay on the branch and looked down, monitoring everything around her.
Salin walked to Sicar's wooden house, reached out, and knocked on the door with his finger.
"Ah, it's Salin, right? Wait!" Sicar's voice sounded in the room. The wooden house was divided into a few floors, and the area of each floor was not big. Sicar walked down the stairs and opened the door. His face was a little flushed.
"Eh? How did you know it was me? " Salin did not find any surveillance equipment around the wooden house. He was curious how Sicar could determine his identity from the knock on the door.
"Come in, come in." Sicar pulled Salin's magic robe and pulled him into the wooden house.
Salin had never been to Sicar's wooden house before. Whenever he came to the South Park, he would go to the alchemy factories nearby or work with Eleanor on magic plants.
Sicar pulled Salin up the stairs and went straight to the fourth floor. On the fourth floor, there was a soft bed. On the other side of the window, there was a carved table. Salin was surprised to find that everything in the room had been enchanted with elven magic, including the table.
On the table, there was a wooden bowl. The bowl gave off a fresh medicinal smell.
"Sicar …" Salin held Sicar's hand. For the first time, he felt that Sicar's little hand was very soft. The word "soft" should not be associated with Sicar.
"What's wrong?" Sicar took off Salin's hood and stroked his eyebrows. Salin's eyebrows were clean and clear.
"Nelis said that you need a helper for alchemy. I plan to stay with you for a while. My foundation in magic alchemy is very solid. "
"Help me alchemy?" Sicar came to a realization. Her face was red as she hugged Salin tightly. She breathed deeply. Salin's body smelled like he had been cleansed by magic.
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