Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 58 New Deal Completed

For the princess's camp, which was stationed on the banks of the Beilu River, there was bad news. The young princess had casually promised away such a crucial bargaining chip as the healing medicine that the other party valued highly.

No one could say anything. The young princess had the right to freely dispose of the camp's supplies. The key point was that these were not the property of Cloud Mist Territory, but gifts given to her by her maternal clan.

Even if the young princess used it to feed the birds and fish, the lord could only frown at most.

Moreover, given the precedent of being crushed by the orcish wall knights in Changfeng Hills, a single dose of medicine could not salvage the situation. It was the little princess's inexplicable generosity that brought the team back to life.

Or perhaps, let her be...

After all, Linda had mentioned the pill to the young princess a few times before, and after the Changfeng Hills incident ended, Linda had heard plenty of Princess Liushuang's veiled criticisms.

Every morning, the little princess would mutter, "Ah, the sun is so red, just like the flames on the orcs that day!"

At noon, Ququ chirped, "Linda, Linda, do you think if I hadn't given him that 'Eternal Song' back then, we wouldn't be able to have such a good lunch now!"

That night, I reflected: "Every time night falls, I think of the endless darkness when I was surrounded by orcs..."

Several maids surrounded the young princess, showering her with compliments, making her beam with joy. Meanwhile, Lady Linda, her face stiff, quietly walked away, having barely touched aristocratic etiquette lately.

I wonder if this is one of the ways the young princess skips school...

In short, the young princess was so generous this time that, despite feeling very distressed, the team managers wisely kept quiet.

As expected, as soon as the young princess made her promise, the other party immediately went back to prepare a gift of thanks for her. Not long after, the guide Luke rode in to report.

The other party has come to their senses and wants to go with the Yunwu team.

This is really great!
At the welcoming banquet, Master Locke subtly expressed his intention to recruit this young mage. After all, the fact that he could produce a weapon that directly "judged" the Bastion Knight meant that, regardless of how many coincidences there were, its power was undeniable.

For nobles who have broken away from their families, recruiting them into one's own ranks or recommending them to the lord is a good thing to strengthen oneself and weaken potential rivals.

When it comes to external affairs, if talented people are not used by oneself, they will be used by others. When nobles fight each other, it is a war of life and death.

Internally, although the young princess's succession order has no value, there may be other people in the succession order who want to win her over, suppress her, suspect her, or even take advantage of her. It's never a bad thing for her own team to be stronger.

Even if she is conscripted by the lord in the future, wouldn't that still be a way for the little princess to continue her family's lineage?

Of course, Chen Mo was focused on his studies at the time and didn't consider this option, which was considered a polite refusal.

According to Luke, the other party actually needs to go back and report to their instructor and obtain their consent before deciding whether to accept the invitation from Cloud Mist Territory.

This person's character reassured Master Locke and Captain Peven even more.

Luke had already carried back a large bag, and then took several guards with him. In the end, they brought back more than a dozen packages, which impressed everyone.

As expected, it exudes a noble air. Even the little princess, who changes her clothes every day, has less luggage than Chen Mo now because she lost her supplies in Changfeng Hills.

Chen Mo remained as open and honest as ever. Upon arrival, he stated his purpose: he hoped that Yunwu Ling could find him a magic tower, a magic academy, or a private magic teacher to guide his spell cultivation and learning. The cost was negotiable.

Then, he opened his "skull safe" and poured out a large number of various equipment and devices, inviting the little princess to choose for herself.

Having dismissed the servants beforehand, the small team of Liushuang, along with the three leaders, began to admire the wondrous creations of these legendary "mechanical kings" and "cyber lords" with great interest.

Chen Mo introduced them one by one. Of course, Captain Peiwen didn't quite believe Chen Mo's description anymore. After all, when it came to that thermite grenade, he said it was "a little bit hot!"

The Great Knight of the Barrier was scalded to death!
"This is... um, a standard weapon used by the warriors under that king, firing a small bullet out of this tube?"

Captain Peven picked up the Type 95-1 automatic rifle with great interest, glancing at the barrel with one eye open and the other closed: "I don't see a crossbow string in here, so how did it fire?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment and tentatively offered an explanation: "Um... gas, use the expansion of the gas to spray it out..." Pei Wen immediately understood: "Oh, it's blown out, right? That's interesting!"

"Tsk tsk, such a small bullet? No wonder it doesn't need a bowstring."

Clearly, Pevin wasn't very interested in firearms. In the eyes of the Golden Scale Swordsman, a bullet that was too small would naturally have less power, just like a magician's large fireball would always be more powerful than a small one.

In reality, Earth's weapon systems perfectly align with this perception; 155mm caliber weapons are undoubtedly far more formidable than 5.8mm caliber ones.

As Chen Mo pulled out his grenade pouch, Peiwen's attention was quickly drawn to him.

Clearly, Captain Peven was most interested in weapons that he had used once and personally tested and found effective.

"Is this the same as the one you gave me last time?"

"The difference is quite significant!"

Chen Mo had to explain and gesture to the Golden Scale Swordsman, who finally managed to make him understand the difference between the [Offensive], [Defensive], and [Thermite].

"If..." Captain Peven rubbed his hands together, "If I were to take these... grenades, how many could I take?"

"I will always remember the kindness of the princess in giving me medicine twice. If you want it, you can have all of these. If it's not enough, I'll ask the great... um... industrial empire for some more!"

"The mechanical monarch you were talking about earlier?"

"...They're all the same, they're all the same!"

Dinner was plentiful, but for Chen Mo, it was far inferior to the food in his hometown of Dongxia, so it didn't matter. There was no difference between the noble camp and the academy canteen.

After the meal, the other party arranged a grand aristocratic gathering.

Those who like to dance will dance, those skilled in archery will compete, the cultured will recite poetry, and those who know nothing can still arm wrestle...

It's clear that Yunwuling really wants Chen Mo to integrate into the team atmosphere as soon as possible.

Chen Mo knew nothing, not even how to arm wrestle, so he could only sit quietly and watch the show.

After a while, Princess Liushuang quietly walked over, sat down in the chair next to Chen Mo, and whispered something in a low voice.

"You're bored too, aren't you!"

"I hate these kinds of situations the most. It's like this at home, and it's like this outside. It's so annoying."

"I envy you so much. You dare to travel around all by yourself. You must have experienced a lot of adventures."

Chen Mo smiled sheepishly: "There's no adventure involved, it's just an ordinary life."

"You're lying! You were injured when I first saw you!"

"Were they attacked by bad guys?"

Chen Mo: "...Would you believe me if I said I was bitten by a dog?"

"Impossible! You're lying to me again. How can a dog use a bow and arrow?" The little princess puffed out her cheeks, glared at Chen Mo, and was deeply indignant at his deception.

"Ha, what a simp!"

"???"

(End of this chapter)