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Chapter 1234

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"I really don't get it. Why did the Khuylwu people build their castle here? It's cold, damp, deep in the forest, far away from the outside world. It's as cold as ice in winter."

As the illusion of Tigris disappeared before everyone's eyes, Veronica was like an apprentice who had finally finished her homework. Her sweet face and round almond-shaped eyes were full of fatigue. She grumbled, "No wonder it was destroyed."

Morgiana leaned on Laing, and the Lake Goddess witch's face quickly turned red. She pulled Laing into her arms and said softly, "The Khuylwu people's choice is not hard to understand. The castle's main purpose is to defend. The Khuylwu people built their castle here to avoid and resist attacks."

Veronica clicked her tongue in wonder. Speaker Garland looked at the almost empty hall with only a few broken tables and chairs, and said disdainfully, "So the Khuilwu people were all wiped out. Humph ~ They deserved it!"

"Pfft." Ryan simply chuckled. "You're not going to live there anyway. You can live in your Magic Tower and manor."

"Oh, speaking of which, Laing, Laing, come and see!" Veronica's attention was diverted by another topic. She immediately jumped up. "Come and see my room!"

There was not much to say about Veronica's room. It was a small room about 20 square meters, and it was only slightly decorated. A big bed with countless precious memories was placed on one side of the room. Then there was a round table and a few chairs, the magic instruments of the Chairwoman, a whole box of magic potions, and a freshly lit fireplace. A large wardrobe was filled with Veronica's clothes and even Morgiana's.

The room was dark yellow with stone ceilings, temporary wooden windows, and a damp floor covered with carpet. This was the room that Veronica occupied. Laing looked around and noticed that there were two quilts and two pillows on Veronica's bed. He said deliberately, "You two plan to live together?"

Veronica rolled her eyes at Laing and grabbed Morgiana's hand. "Yes, we'll live together and sleep in the same bed!"

Morgiana looked at Laing expectantly. "If you're coming over tonight, I'll sleep here."

"Then … why not?" Laing thought that Suria would come over one day later. Veronica and Morgiana looked at him and said something that made them happy. "But only after we're done."

Veronica clapped her hands. The chairwoman was obviously happy. Morgiana was looking forward to it, but at the same time, she was a little unhappy. The Lake Goddess liked to monopolize Laing, but now was not the time to be calculative.

After a few words of small talk, they got to the point. Veronica first locked the door and then set up a magic circle. Only then did she open a large treasure chest. This treasure chest was sealed with the dwarf's mechanical lock, the elf's rune lock, and the Veronica's magic lock. The chairwoman walked to the treasure chest and squatted down. She felt that it was a little indecent, so she lifted the chest and put it on the round table.

"Is everything ready?" Laing walked to the round table.

Inside the treasure chest was a soft cushion with grooves. In the grooves were twenty transparent crystal tubes. The tubes were filled with a golden liquid. The liquid was not clear, and it was constantly jumping in the tubes. It was like flowing gold, constantly spinning and splashing.

"Everything is ready. Here are twenty bottles of Phoenix Potion." Veronica nodded.

Laing nodded with satisfaction.

The Phoenix Potion was the deepest secret of the Marvel Blue Council. It was also the key to how Margarita, a mortal witch, had been able to reach the peak of the Saint Domain. This secret had always been in the hands of the chairwoman of the Marvel Blue Council. If it weren't for Margarita making Veronica her direct disciple, the secret of the Phoenix Potion might have been lost.

The process of brewing the Phoenix Potion was extremely complicated. It required over a hundred processes and dozens of witches. It would take at least three years to brew the potion, and if there were any problems in the process, everything would have to be restarted.

In addition to the hundreds of processes, brewing the Phoenix Potion required countless precious materials, all sorts of rare treasures, and even phoenix blood. In the ten years after Laing became king, the Knight King had forked out a large sum of money for Veronica to brew the Phoenix Potion. He had even requested the support of the Lake Goddess Church in terms of manpower and material resources. Only then was Veronica able to build the foundation.

So, what was the use of the Phoenix Potion? It was worthy of being the treasure of the Marvel Blue Council. Even the vice-chairwomen, Aurora and Teresa, didn't know what it was. So, why was Laing willing to do such a thing?

This was because the Phoenix Potion had an extremely special ability. With just a little bit, a mortal who drank the Phoenix Potion would obtain an indescribably strong bonus. The specific effects were as follows:

First, one would be enveloped by an unimaginable amount of luck. One could inconceivably dodge the vast majority of attacks that one could dodge. Every attack would either be a critical hit or hit a vital point.

Second, one's wishes would come true. As long as it was within one's power, one would succeed. One's wishes would come true, and good luck would roll in.

Third, the user's various abilities would be strengthened by one rank. With the blessing of the phoenix's flames, one's wounds would rapidly heal, and broken limbs would regrow. Even if one was fatally wounded, it would be very difficult to kill them.

Back then, Savior Ludwig had faced many dangerous situations during the Battle of Fasa. This was especially true when the Khorne had sent Krabanha's Skull Hunting Squad to hunt down the Savior's head. Ludwig had relied on Margarita's Phoenix Potion to inconceivably dodge Krabanha's every attack. This caused Krabanha, who had obtained sufficient strength from the Khorne, to repeatedly fail in his hunt. In the end, he was infuriated and punished by the Khorne, dropping from the first rank to the third rank.

"There are twenty potions in total. Each one can last for twelve hours." Veronica pointed at the two rows of Phoenix Potions in the box.

"Very good. This will be the key to dealing with the Seed of Destruction." Laing nodded. "When the time comes, distribute it to all the saints. One potion per person."

"Laing, don't you want it?" Morgiana asked.

"The Phoenix Potion's effects on demigods are already reduced." Laing shook his head. "It won't be as effective on me as it is on you."

"You still have to take it. One for each of you. It's settled then!" Morgiana took out two potions from the box and handed them to Laing.

Laing couldn't argue with Morgiana and took the potions in the end.

The twenty potions cost thirty thousand crowns in total, and that didn't include labor. The cost of the materials was only taken into account. The Phoenix Potion was also very toxic. While it only lasted for twelve hours, the resistance to its effects would accumulate in a mortal's body for three years before disappearing. Additionally, if it was taken too often (twice in five to ten years), the potion would cause irreversible negative effects on the brain, including arrogance, stupidity, epilepsy, neuroticism, and even having one's head explode on the spot.

Laing put away the two potions and told Veronica to distribute them when the time came. The chairwoman and the witch had a new mission. They still had other strengthening potions to make, so he didn't disturb them.

That night, the castle in Kuylev's tombs was quiet.

The next day, the travel-worn Berliat finally arrived. Ugor was dressed in a clean military uniform. The Old Guard opened the door for Berliat. Ugor strode in and knelt on one knee. "Your Majesty!"

"Rise, Berliat." Laing sat at the back of the office and helped him up. "How is it?"

"It's all thanks to Your Majesty's wisdom and foresight." Berliat said solemnly, "Katarina agreed to help. Tsar is already on the carriage and should arrive tonight."

"Good job. Did you spend a lot of time on it?" Laing was a little surprised that Tsar agreed so easily. "Did she ask for anything?"

"Everyone knows about Her Majesty Katarina's situation, Your Majesty." Berliat said seriously, "When we sent out the invitation, I spent an hour or two trying to persuade Her Majesty Katarina to work for us."

"Work for us?" Laing frowned slightly. He looked at Berliat with burning eyes.

Berliat also looked at Laing. Ugor tried to make his eyes look as clear and sincere as possible.

"She must have some conditions, right, Berliat?" Laing paused for a moment and said with a half-smile, "You must have talked to her about something to persuade her?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Berliat nodded. "Would you like to hear it? Although it may be a little presumptuous, I can guarantee that it will not harm the interests of Brittany and Your Majesty's personal interests at all. It's fine if Your Majesty is not willing. "

"Tell me, what did you talk to her about?" Laing nodded and leaned against the simple chair.

"Kislöw needs an heir." Berliat gulped. Ugor said firmly, "Your Majesty! Katarina needs an heir! This heir will inherit the bloodline of the Ice Witches and everything of the Romanov Royal Family! This heir will be crowned as the new Tsar, and with the support of the Empire and us, she will recover Kislöw and rebuild the kingdom of ice and snow! "

"Heir?" Laing repeated. Knight King was first confused, then shocked.

A second later, Knight King couldn't help but laugh. "Berliat, you … do you know what you are doing?"

"Of course I know what I am doing, Your Majesty." Berliat quickly knelt down. Ugor looked at Laing and said seriously, "Your Majesty, please listen to me. Believe me, this was proposed by Her Majesty Katarina. She needs an heir, an excellent one. The Ice Witches have the secret of pregnancy. She is confident, and she needs your support. With an heir, Kislöw will have a chance to restore the kingdom!"

Berliat repeated his and Katarina's entire speech to Laing. Of course, Ugor slightly changed the causality and the primary and secondary relationship, and then polished the old and new relationship of the host and guest to a certain extent.

According to Berliat, Katarina now admired Laing and admired Laing's current political and military achievements. In order to save her father's kingdom of ice and snow, she was willing to give up everything.

Laing did not doubt it after hearing it, because the whole process, Katarina's reaction, Berliat's speech, and the final result were all reasonable.

Knight King reached out and motioned for Berliat to sit down, and then said that he needed to think.

There's a chance! Berliat quickly sat down. He pretended to look down and think, but in fact, he was focused on watching Laing's reaction.

In the room, only the crackling of the stove and the sound of the cold wind blowing through the ruins of the castle could be heard.

After a long time, Laing smiled awkwardly. The Sun King shook his head helplessly. "That's enough, Berliat."

"Your Majesty?" Berliat's heart skipped a beat. Ugor looked at Laing's reaction and saw his stiff and awkward smile. He quickly asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Really, Berliat, that's enough." Laing grinned and shook his head repeatedly. "It's the Final Moment. The army of Chaos in the north of the Empire is pressing in, and we are also facing the attack of the Seed of Destruction. How can I still have the mood to find a new female minister and find an heir with Katarina? Really, Berliat, that's enough. I asked you to invite Katarina to come over and help, not to invite Katarina to be my female minister. "

"But … Your Majesty?" Berliat was anxious. Ugor quickly said, "Her Majesty Tsar means well, and if there is an heir between you two, Kislöw will have a chance to revive!"

"But … I really don't have the mood to think about these things now." Laing thought to himself.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please let me finish." Berliat continued. "Her Majesty Katarina will arrive tonight. Don't rush to a conclusion. Wait until you meet Her Majesty Katarina at night, and both sides get to know each other and communicate. Then you can think about other things, okay? Whether it succeeds or not, and what to do, all the decisions are in Your Majesty's hands. "

"That's more like it." Laing nodded. "If that's the case, I'll leave it to you. Now that things are urgent, we can't hold any welcoming ceremony. Let's keep it simple. Tonight … at nine o 'clock, arrange for her to come and see me directly."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Berliat strode away. Ugor's men were constantly thinking about what to do next.

Three hours later, Berliat's fast horse arrived at the official road from Gene City to Bordero. The black curtains were tightly drawn, and not a trace of light could be seen.

Knock, knock, knock. Someone knocked on the window. Berliat's voice came through the window. "Your Majesty, it's me. I'm Ralph Lien."

"You … you're back?" Katarina, who had specially dressed up in a Romanov royal dress and put on makeup, sat upright in the carriage with an expression of humiliation and uneasiness. When she heard Berliat's voice, Katarina opened the curtains slightly, and an icy beauty's face and icy blue eyes appeared. Katarina did not wear her hair in a bun today. Her pure black hair fell straight down her back, and there was a cold gleam in her hair. "How … how is it? What did the Knight King … say?"

"I have to say, the Sun King is a little … surprised by your request."

"It's your request! It's not my request! I just listened to your suggestion, Ralph Lien! " Tsar was embarrassed and angry. She screamed repeatedly, but quickly lowered her voice and said, "It's you, you, you who suggested it! As long as I have an heir with Laing, help me revive Kislöw. I'll sacrifice myself to help you fight against strong enemies, provide you with magic advice, and even be Laing's female minister. But I'm the last descendant of the Romanov royal family. You have to give me the most basic respect! "

"Of course! Of course … My Queen Tsar. " Berliat smiled. Ugor was trying to persuade her. "But I think I have to admit that His Majesty Laing still has doubts about your 'sincerity'. You have to be a little more proactive, a little more … enthusiastic. Can you do it?"

Katarina was stunned. Then, Tsar's extremely angry and humiliated voice came from the carriage. "That's enough! Berliat! You bastard! I'm here to help, not to run hundreds of kilometers to deliver goods to your door! "

"Then, all your previous efforts will be in vain. Your people will struggle for their last breath in pain. The kingdom that your father fought for his entire life will be tainted by Chaos forever. Even your family will have no descendants. Queen Miska's bloodline will be cut off forever. Is that still okay?" Berliat saw that Katarina could not accept it and immediately emphasized, "Think about those heroes of the past. Now, they rely on selling medals and working for three copper coins a day to make a living. In the end, isn't it all your fault? Do you want us to go over it again? "

"I …" Katarin's imposing manner immediately weakened. "I … this … I just … respect, I just need respect."

"Do your best to try, Your Majesty." Berliat continued to push his luck. "His Majesty Laing is really charming … I won't lie to you. Be bolder and dress up well. You'll get twice the result with half the effort. I've already written down the points for you."

The curtains were drawn, and the carriage was silent again.

Outside the carriage, a strange smile appeared on Berliat's face.

He knew Tsar very well. Katarina had already broken her bottom line once. She was not afraid of breaking it a second time, a third time, or even a hundredth time. She had already fallen into his trap. As long as there were no accidents, this deal was basically a success. He, Berliat, would once again make a great contribution. He would even become the savior of Kislöw!

The carriage continued to move forward. It followed the main road and the ruts. The bearings turned and creaked.

Then, night fell. The small carriage carried a huge secret and drove into the Chalon Forest.

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