Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 146 Holy Water Generator
In the Black Tower Hall, more than thirty magical items were scattered on the floor.

Besides the magical items obtained from the dragon-slaying battle, it also contains many pieces of equipment that Anser had previously accumulated, such as the Fungal Weave Armor, the Featherfall Ring, the Synesthesia Blade, and the Azure Poison Blade.

Anser sat in a chair, with the tall, cold construct shield guards behind him.

"Everyone worked hard in the last battle. Pick one or two useful items for everyone. We'll distribute them to everyone after the Black Dragon is sold." He waved his hand generously.

"So many?" Blatt crouched down to examine the appraisal certificates next to the magical items.

Salian scanned the area but did not find the two anti-magic arrows. However, almost everything he had seen while cleaning up the battlefield was still there, indicating that the female lord had taken almost nothing.

He gave Anser a meaningful look, but didn't say anything.

“The Black Dragon has nothing to do with us.” Kaleno shook his head and picked up a pair of black short blades.

“Exactly.” Colin pulled out an ornament made of three black dragon scales from his collar, tapped it with his fingernail, and chuckled. “This is enough for me.”

"We'll talk about the Black Dragon later. The equipment is what everyone deserves; you get it for participating in the war," Anser waved his hand.

Strictly speaking, the Treeman Ancient Moss contributed the most, but it has no use for these things and doesn't want them. We can only compensate it later when there's an opportunity.

"I want this." Giant Tail didn't stand on ceremony and chose a cool set of armor.

Anser looked up and saw that it was the slatted heavy armor he had seized from the half-dragon. It was of rare quality, but it was slightly damaged and the size was not quite right.

"Sure, I'll find someone to fix it for you later." He didn't refuse.

"I can go by myself." Giant Tail shook his head and refused. He had just become the captain of the guard and spent most of his time outside. He had plenty of time.

“I’ll pay,” Anser said with a smile.

Salian chose a kinetic bowstring, which doubled the range and increased the damage.

Carreno chose the pair of synesthetic blades he obtained from the Shadow Thief assassin, Colin chose a rare shortbow, and Finn took the Featherfall Ring.

Blatt chose the Fungus Weave Armor. Although it had some side effects, it was fine as long as he didn't take it off. The 2 points of Constitution and Dark Corrosion Resistance greatly improved the warrior.

The others watched from the sidelines, some with envy, some with curiosity, only regretting that they were not strong enough to participate in the battle.

"You have good taste," Anser teased, putting away the rest of the items.

The group picked out only the best items, saying they didn't want them, but their actions betrayed their true intentions.

"Here, take this." He tossed the alchemy pot to Blatt as well.

He often forgets to use it, so it's better to leave it to Blatt, the head butler, to replenish supplies every day, such as honey, vinegar, and wine.

Blatt took the alchemy pot, admiring it with obvious delight. When he smiled, his canine teeth protruded, making him look like a wolf who had stolen a chicken: "I've had my eye on this thing for a long time."

Anser was amused by him, waved his hand, and got up to go upstairs.

He didn't return to Jacquelineburg today. After finishing his business, he took Giant Tail and the others back to Holrewyn.

Back on the top floor, in one corner of the room were dozens of round-bellied glass water bottles, each capable of holding a pound of water, and next to them were two large jars of silver powder, materials he had prepared for the ritual.

Ritual magic is a type of ritual magic that requires performing a certain ritual according to the requirements of a religious ceremony and continuously casting spells to complete it. It does not consume mana or spell slots.

The ritual art encompasses a variety of ceremonies, including atonement, blessing holy water, coming-of-age rites, dedication, funerals, and weddings. In addition to its magical abilities, it also includes a great deal of folk customs and knowledge.

Every qualified "charlatan" must know rituals!
For clergy, the more solemn the ceremony, the better, but simplification does not affect its final effect.

For example, when blessing holy water, one can choose a specific time to hold the holy water in front of a church or statue and devoutly chant or pray, or simply hold the water bottle and meditate attentively without interruption.

Anser filled the water bottle with water, held the bottle, sat on the round platform, placed the silver powder beside him, closed his eyes and meditated. He did not utter any prayers, nor did he draw any divine symbols in his mind. He simply used the method of sensing the oath to mobilize divine power.

He radiated a rich platinum light, with silver dust fluttering around him, intertwining with divine magic and seeping into the water little by little.

An hour passed.

He opened his eyes, lifted the water bottle, and the once clear water had turned a pale gold color, its radiance subdued. 'It's done. This bottle will sell for at least a hundred gold coins.' He tightened the cap and placed the holy water aside.

The material cost for this bottle alone is 25 gold coins, and it also requires an hour of work from a paladin.

Holy water is rarely given away for free; it is one of the important sources of income for the church. Clergy are also human beings; they need to eat, and they can't do without money.

Some orthodox churches, such as the churches of Losanda or Tyre, price it at 25 gold coins, but only supply it to faithful believers in limited quantities; others cannot buy it.

Durag only has a few small churches, and the church's strength is limited. In addition, the magic network is in disarray, and it no longer has the ability to produce holy water, which makes the already scarce holy water even more precious.

'continue!'

Anser didn't feel tired, so he continued to make blessed holy water.

You can earn hundreds of gold coins in an hour, which is not much worse than a mage copying scrolls. Working overtime is no big deal.
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Anser woke up naturally in the early morning, feeling refreshed and full of energy.

I did five bottles of holy water last night before resting. I didn't get much sleep, but it was enough.

He picked up the dragon-skin bag from the corner, opened it, and glanced inside. There was no surprise, only a small pile of coins in various currencies.

'From the Black Dragon, or some other dragon's treasure trove?' He didn't know, but he dared not mess around.

It would be troublesome if he lured the Green Dragon Queen next time. He might not even be able to defeat an immature Green Dragon, let alone the Green Dragon Queen, who could potentially reach the level of an Ancient Dragon.

Green Dragon is notoriously cunning and treacherous. He generally doesn't take action himself, but when he does, he always has a very high chance of winning.

After breakfast, he took Giant Tail, Green Dragonborn, and Kaleino to "work".

As soon as they teleported into the room, they saw Elise and Quentin on the sofa.

"So early, something happened again?" Anser glanced at his pocket watch again; it wasn't even eight o'clock yet.

The Durag Federation is somewhat lazy; eight o'clock is considered early. Lazybones like Elise never show up for non-important meetings.

"Why didn't you go home last night?" Elise asked, arms crossed, staring blankly at Anser.

“Oh, it’s too late, there’s no need to bother,” Anser explained.

Quentin looked at the two of them and silently shut his mouth.

Elise glanced at him twice, then stopped pressing the matter, sat back down, and gestured for Quentin to speak.

“There’s trouble.” Quentin rubbed his temples, looking exhausted. “A lot of refugees from Claw Bay have arrived these past few days, including many large families or organizations.”

This morning, several people came to cause trouble, saying that Congressman Graham's chamber of commerce owed them goods that hadn't been delivered, and demanded that the warehouse be opened so they could settle the debt with supplies. They even injured several guards.

“Oh~” Anser understood.

The disturbance was just a pretext; they knew Stoll was gone and had their eyes on Durag, this unclaimed piece of meat.

This is somewhat disrespectful to him, the new president, and Jacquelineburg.

Perhaps these forces think that if Anser, an outsider, can become the president, then so can they.

“Also,” Quentin opened the window and pointed overhead, “there are flying dragons patrolling the sky. They’ve come twice this morning. I have a bad feeling about this.”

Anser leaned out and looked up, vaguely seeing two small black dots flying high above the Sharp Tooth Forest.

“They might be here to scout the situation,” he speculated. “Didn’t they say yesterday that Belgost was surrounded by kobolds? Drag isn’t far away, so it’s normal for the Wyvern Guard to expand their reconnaissance area.”

“Well, that’s for the best. I’m afraid… they might want to take revenge on us.” Quentin looked worried.

Stoll slays the green dragon in a rage, and Anser slaughters a wyvern and a half-dragon; their level of hatred seems to be higher than Belgost's.

(End of this chapter)