Gumbuz was silent for a long time.
"I'll think about it and give you an answer."
After Gumbutz finished speaking, he returned to the Moist Bone Forest.
Returning to Shimobone Forest, the airship has still not left.
When Gumbuz came to the tomb of the gods, he found that Yusuf was not with his sister Charlotte. Instead, he was hanging in the air, staring at the sky motionless.
Gumbuz's eyes turned golden, only to find that there was nothing above them.
However, Gumbutz knew that there was actually some kind of terror above the God's Tomb.
This kind of unknown existence cannot be seen by ordinary people. Even if Gumbutz has the Eye of Fantasy, he cannot detect it. He can only vaguely detect something strange through the flow of elements, and it is the kind that can pose a fatal threat to him. Strange.
Now, Yusuf obviously found out.
Gumbutz rolled his eyes. Perhaps the wizard's court had already known the secret of the God's Tomb.
After all, the Wizarding Court has been established for at least hundreds of thousands of years, and it would not be surprising to Gumbutz even if it is millions of years or more. Such a long time ago, the wet bone forest was not established at that time. The wet bone forest can become the guardian of the tomb. Maybe some unknown things happened in history.
But why would such a tombkeeper organization be dismembered at this time? The White Spire was behind all this and did not interfere too much. It just allowed the Cross Obelisk, the House of Worship, and Elfendor to unite in the wet bone forest. The high-ranking officer, the Necromancer, actually never showed up from the beginning to the end, but allowed everything to happen.
Gumbuz looked away.
If he had not stood up at the critical moment, refined the contract inscription with blood, and rewritten the contract content, the Moist Bone Forest, a wizarding association with a history of tens of thousands of years, would inevitably fall apart and disappear from the wizarding world in a short time.
Gumbuz lowered his head and let his thoughts wander.
A lot of keywords flashed through my mind.
White Spire, Cross Obelisk, Swear to Return, Emma Parsons, Disaster, Court of Wizards, Tomb of Gods, Divine Bones, Brahma Bones, Book of Silver Court, Book of Divine Court, Above the Tomb of Gods
perhaps
The changes that have taken place in the Moist Bone Forest in the past ten years have long been destined.
The former president of Shiggy Bone Forest did not resist and vowed to fight back, only sending Nanu, a ring-level wizard.
Everything was expected by the Wizarding Court, White Spire, and even the entire wizarding world.
Gumballs scratched his head, so I have disrupted some of the trends in the wizarding world?
Gumbutz snorted. Let’s not say whether his wild thoughts were right or not. Even if he was right, he wouldn’t have much impact.
He raised his head again and saw that the head of the divine court was still staring at the sky, so he ignored him.
The tomb of God is now shared. Whoever you love can come, as long as you don't disturb him.
As for the sacred bones, he has a share of the wet bone forest anyway, so whoever digs them is not digging.
Shortly after Gumbuz left, Charlotte came out of the tomb of the god.
"Are they stable?"
Yousuf came down from the sky and shook his head, "It's very unstable. You have to move faster."
"How long?" Charlotte looked tense.
"It won't take long." Yusuf's gaze stayed on Charlotte's expression, "Don't delay any longer, you must awaken again within five years."
Charlotte's face darkened, "It's too urgent."
"I believe you can." After Yusuf said that, it turned into a fierce fireball, dragging a thick tail of flames in the sky.
Soon, the black airship of the Wizarding Court disappeared from the horizon.
Ten days later.
Gumbuz meets Granbell again.
"I can sell you the filter pot, but I want a hundred bottles of the Holy Spirit Potion, five pieces of Holy Pattern Witchcraft, and within one year, give me at least seven kinds of dragon blood. Of course, if you have a complete Holy Spirit Potion, I can send you the tattoo meditation method directly."
Gumbuz's words made Granbell's face turn pale.
Gumbuz calmly waited for her to make a decision.
As early as the day he received the "Holy Spirit Potion", Gumbutz took the potion, and the effect was truly astonishing.
His mental power increased from 132 to 135 in the next five days. This effect was stronger than the ten bottles of mental potions he had taken before.
The key is that Holy Spirit Potion is a rare miraculous potion that can be taken repeatedly without causing the body to develop drug resistance.
The material is a mystery, the formula is a mystery, and only the "Holy Spirit Potion" mastered by the Wizard's Court can make it.
If each bottle can increase the spirit by 03, Gumbutz's spirit can break through the '2' level by just taking another twenty bottles.
Gumbutz was determined to get the Holy Spirit Potion. Even if he did nothing, twenty years later he would be able to receive twenty bottles of Holy Spirit Potion as a divine wizard.
But twenty years is too long
If these twenty years were shortened to two years, Gumbutz, who became the wizard of the underworld, would definitely experience a leap in strength. In the remaining eighteen years, he could obtain huge benefits from the practice room.
"Yousuf is right, you are really a greedy guy."
Granber sneered, "At most thirty bottles of Holy Spirit Potion, a sacred pattern witchcraft, and dragon's blood, I can satisfy all of these. One hundred bottles, you don't think I can get fifty bottles of Holy Spirit Potion on me Bar?"
Gumbutz replied expressionlessly: "The Holy Spirit potion is not enough, you can use the Holy Pattern Meditation Technique to replace it, and I accept the same. As a second-level wizard who has lived for hundreds of years, it is impossible that you don't even have the complete Holy Pattern Meditation Technique. Bar."
"Impossible." Granber refused flatly, "The sacred pattern meditation method is a Brahma bone thing. Unless you join the Brahma bone, I can't give it to you even if I want to."
"Vatican Bones? Forget it." If I join the Brahma Bones, I might as well just join the White Spire, Gumbuz thought with disdain.
The two were in a stalemate for a while.
Suddenly, a dark blue filter pot appeared in Gumbutz's hand, "Whether it's possible or not, I think you'd better make a decision after seeing the efficacy of this treasure of mine."
Dim golden light patterns emerged, purifying and purifying the blood poured into the mouth of the pot. The process lasted for more than half an hour, until the entire jar of blood was concentrated into a pure solid.
Granbell's face was calm at first, but as he watched, he gradually lost his strength, and the longing in his eyes was completely undisguised.
Gumbutz looked at it calmly. He knew very well that no bloodline wizard could refuse the [Filter Pot]. For a bloodline wizard, this thing was a unique artifact.
No matter how expensive it is, we will try our best to get it.
"I" Granbell was really entangled. She really couldn't get what Gumbuz wanted, but it was absolutely impossible for her to give up.
"Give it half a year, no, just two months, and I will get what you want. However, I have a request. You must sign a contract with me. This [filter pot] can only be mine."
Gumbutz smiled and said, "Of course there is no problem in signing the contract, but you still have to pay a deposit. First give me all the Holy Spirit Potions and Holy Pattern Witch Weapons you have."
