The Church of Lord of Dawn has many strange objects that can harm the Undead.
However, the type of ’Morning Dawn Paper’ Edna uses to make manuals is actually just paper originally soaked in water from the Holy Water Pool offering to the Dawn Stone during the paper-making process.
After all, the water in that pool has to be allowed to flow out; rather than benefiting the creatures around Dawn Tower, it’s better to use it, and Lansendel wouldn’t mind their waste utilization.
The paper was originally just something the Dawn Church invented to showcase its bright attributes... The Undead cannot touch this paper, and only facts can be written on it, an effect discovered later.
However, this paper can’t serve as Contract Paper or be made into a Priest’s Divine Art Book, so basically, only the upper echelons of the church use it, and most of it is used for internal communication... Lansendel’s personality is reflected in his High Priests, and this is also a way for church members to collaborate with peace of mind.
As for sale, it has already become a common item for Priests; how could it still be taken out for circulation? Lansendel’s Priests care about their face... At most, when warning certain nobles who have infringed on the interests of the Dawn Church, would they specifically use this paper for communication.
Ordinarily, they’d rather not bully the nobles too much... While they don’t care who they trample, they haven’t planned to make enemies of the whole world.
But the paper isn’t so rare that it can’t be bought. Friendly forces like the Wenjian Clan that can acquire the Main God Badge can indeed buy it, especially the ’Young Master’ who has directly communicated with their Main God before.
But this paper is useless for the Undead Tribe... They’ve tried, but it can’t transform the events in their game into falsehoods. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel·fiɾe·net
However, they can’t write out their reality either! William’s frustrated guy!
Then, this paper seems to have a bit of a suggestive effect, easily leading to slip-ups.
For those who have experienced Hill’s paintings, the Undead can understand... Teraxil’s Sun God is the master of psychological suggestions, isn’t he!
So for the Undead Tribe, other strange objects are a bit more useful.
Especially a kind of Morning Light Oil that can be smeared on weapons and directly harm the Undead, which is almost a household necessity.
At this time, the advantage of Wenjian Clan members having Lansendel Church emblems comes into play... Although Teraxil Elves and the Church of Lord of Dawn are friendly factions, they can only buy these items from the Priests.
Whereas the Wenjian Clan members can get a 20% discount.
Although there have always been rumors that the ’Young Master’ is a big shot who can buy some special items from the Dawn Church with an even lower discount, that guy is lavish and never considers what making money even means, so there’s no way he’d help to make purchases for someone.
But the Sanda King, of course, is different... The ’Young Master’ has always had a good relationship with this High Priest.
He truly is an old friend who can still smile and face insults every day.
’Snow Cloud Peak’ sighed with hands on hips: "Didn’t expect to have to pay extra for casualties compensation! Magic Sword, you must record accurately, or if there are too many deaths, we’ll have to ask Lynn for subsidies... Otherwise, the protection mission this time will be a loss!"
’Magic Sword’ couldn’t help but say: "Why must I record this stuff? Isn’t there a record in your clan’s task completion log?
Besides, isn’t a lot of deaths inevitable? Are those who can disarm traps not just a few? Most people will just step on mines directly."
’Snow Cloud Peak’ turned to look at him: "You can just copy it. The handwriting doesn’t need to be so neat... Of course, if your clan doesn’t need to hand out red envelopes, you don’t need to do it.
Anyway, our clan certainly has to... Leonard is Lynn’s biological brother."
’Magic Sword’ couldn’t help but roll his eyes: "If Edna is a vixen, then what are you? Fox dog?"
’Snow Cloud Peak’ smirked: "As long as we make money, who cares if it’s human or dog?"
’Magic Sword’ stared blankly at the Snow Old Dog in front of him... If he had Old Dog’s thick skin, would he have been single for long?
Edna looked again at the movement of the Undead Tribe, and she wasn’t surprised that ’Old Age Striking King’ would strike that ’Snow Cloud Peak’... surely that Mage was directing with yet another slip of the tongue, and it’s not the first time.
Her Sanda King Sister, though somewhat unrestrained in the Undead Tribe, even those knights who love fighting avoid her.
But it must be said, ’Old Age Striking King’ is very reasonable, never taking the initiative to cause trouble, she simply won’t tolerate it.
So although ’Old Age Striking King’ has a bad temper, she rarely idly curses people since she basically retaliates instantly on her grudges.
Only ’Snow Cloud Peak’ and ’Young Master’ occasionally appear in her curses:
A ’Snow Cloud Peak’ person is so thick-skinned, even after being knocked down countless times, it still leaves this Female Priest feeling unsatisfied. After all, being the commander, Sanda King Sister is a serious person and can’t handle personal vendettas while on duty.
The other one doesn’t intentionally offend the Sanda King, but the things they do always drive the Female Priest up the wall. Yet, they are genuinely good friends, and Sanda King often feels a bit powerless and furious when facing the ’Young Master’... As long as they don’t break up, this ridiculous friend must be endured.
Edna actually has a feeling: that the Wenjian Clan Leader is somewhat similar to Lansendel in behavior.
So, having heard many true stories about Toril deities from a young age, she greatly admires her Sanda King Sister... for being able to maintain such a long friendship with a person like that!
Edna couldn’t help but glance back at the White Robe Mage walking slowly while rubbing his waist; she truly couldn’t understand it. Although you can’t die, getting beaten up still hurts, doesn’t it?
She’s known this ’Snow Cloud Peak’ gentleman for quite some time, always filled with doubts about this person. Clearly very shrewd and capable, why does he always offend people as soon as he opens his mouth?
Facing Sanda King Sister, he’s already doing quite well... at least he’s quick to admit defeat.
But when facing others, his mouth is practically as effective as a luring technique... the kind that makes all enemies view him as a must-kill target.
However, even when many Undead Tribe members see him, they curse him as ’Old Dog,’ yet during an actual battle, they unhesitatingly choose this ’Snow Cloud Peak’ Mage to command everyone, and even obey orders—a large part of them are ’Snow Cloud Peak’s’ enemies... So, why listen to someone you resent?
Aren’t they afraid he’ll use public and private matters for revenge?
Edna gently breathed out... maybe when she finally understands the mysterious and bizarre ways of the Undead Tribe, she will truly be mature.
"Edna~" Leonard turned and called out, "We’ve arrived, should we go straight in?"
Edna glanced back at ’Snow Cloud Peak.’
Snow Old Dog looked down at the tablet: "Sanda King said half the area has been cleared and people are being resurrected, wait another twenty minutes, and the other half will also be done."
Edna smiled: "That’s really fast!"
She turned to the people ahead and shouted: "Wait another twenty minutes, the inside needs some cleaning."
Leonard pulled Luca over to start discussing the variously colored blooming rose vines on the cliff... Although the Undead Tribe doesn’t care about these roses worth only 1 silver coin for dozens of blooms, to the Toril people, these flowers hold some value since they can be used to make Primary Healing Potion.
Of course, only the roses grown in this magical environment are useful, and the potions made only restore minor external injuries.
The Undead Tribe certainly has no use for these, nor would they risk getting pierced by the thorns of the rose vines for just a few silver coins, but Luca, encountering such fresh materials, was quite delighted.
Toril’s healing potions just need similar magical plants, not fixed ones... Alchemy just extracts the active ingredients from these flowers and plants. So basically, the materials sent to the mage’s hands are some convenient-to-obtain herbaceous plants.
He begged Leonard to pick some different colored flowers for him... When the Nature Mage reached out to pick flowers, the thorns on those rose vines automatically folded down.
If it were Luca, the thorns would probably shoot straight out... perhaps due to tinkering with magical plants for years, Alchemists always carry an aura that the plants can sense.
Luca directly took out a chair and his alchemy table, sat on the side, and began studying these roses.
Leonard looked at him strangely for a few seconds, then found Devis: "Edna said twenty minutes, not twenty hours."
"It’s fine," Devis said numbly, "just remind Luca then, otherwise, he’ll pester you to death."
In Leonard’s Magic Tower, there are certainly plenty of herbalists and alchemists, but their ways differ a bit from Luca’s.
Perhaps because Nature Mages can directly feel the properties of plants, scenarios where someone pinches materials and analyzes them bit by bit are rare in his Magic Tower.
Leonard suddenly felt this wonderful difference due to species and magic factions.
He smiled slightly, his perpetual gloomy and melancholy mood improving... Foreign charms are actually quite worth appreciating, aren’t they?
Originally leaving the Tower of Nature was his wish, hence paying the price for this wish is certainly justified, and at least, so far, the teammates aren’t bad... Leonard glanced at the two mages hiding on the other side, adding in his heart, at least more than half are decent.
In adventure logs of elves he read before, elves traveling out of home and encountering humans with acceptable personalities as half their team could be considered blessed by Coron!