#127 - Mysterious wizard organization
Gord learned about the Black House from a conversation between two wizards he had transported three years ago.
He only knew that wizards would conduct transactions in the Black House, but he knew nothing else.
Munn, on the other hand, was very curious about this place called the Black House.
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However, he would not easily go looking for this place now, after all, an unknown gathering place for wizards is often full of dangers.
If he really planned to go, he had to find out exactly what this place was.
It just so happened that Munn had a knowledgeable old gentleman who had recently joined him.
Mimir, who had lived on the second floor of the cabin for three days, was once again invited to Munn's room.
"Black House? That is a gathering place for the Faithless. They will not welcome outsiders to enter casually."
After hearing Munn's inquiry, Mimir mentioned another mysterious wizard organization.
【The Faithless】
The creators of the Black House, and a group of extremely xenophobic wizards.
"I see. It seems that it is impossible to obtain Selma Flowers from the Black House. Can we buy this flower from the tribesmen?"
Munn still remembered when Mimir saw the Selma Flower powder, he said it was something guarded by the tribesmen. Now, to refine the Laceration Potion, the Selma Flower is the most indispensable medicinal ingredient.
"The tribesmen on the Vena Islands are not that xenophobic, but this is only for ordinary people."
Mimir looked at Munn when he said this.
"They don't reject ordinary people, but they reject wizards!"
Although Munn had already learned from Zalan the metaphor that "wizards are rats", he did not expect wizards to be so unpopular.
"Are there any other ways to obtain this Selma Flower?"
After knowing the price Gord offered for the Laceration Potion, Munn was determined to get the Selma Flower.
"Although I don't know how the little witch you mentioned obtained the Selma Flower, the witch doctors of the tribesmen do have very strict control over this flower."
Hearing Mimir say this, Munn knew that the refining of this Laceration Potion might not be so easy. However, he did remember that the little witch Chris probably still had two portions of Selma Flower powder.
"Perhaps I can buy it from her, anyway, this little witch loves money very much."
Seeing that Munn was no longer asking questions about wizards, Mimir directly took out the 《Anvil Song》 that he had newly copied in these three days.
"Munn...Scarlett, Your Excellency, this is the complete ballad I have newly copied. Can you make it...more?"
Looking at Mimir's weathered face showing a pleading expression, Munn gladly took the collection of poems that still had the scent of ink.
Ten [Duplication Charms].
Ten identical copies of 《Anvil Song》 appeared on the table.
"Oh, thank you so much. This way, the children can each have one."
After witnessing the magic that Munn possessed again, Mimir was still a little excited.
"Old Mr. Mimir, you don't have to call me Your Excellency, you can just call me Munn."
Most people use honorifics to Munn because they have something to ask of him, but Mimir is not like that.
Not to mention that he possessed a wealth of experience and knowledge that Munn lacked, but his attitude of being willing to devote his life to ballads was worthy of Munn's respect.
After moving into the second-floor cabin of the Thorns, Mimir copied poems every day. When he rested, he would also sing to the people in the entire Old Soldier Alley.
This made the people in the entire second-floor cabin feel better.
Especially the seven or eight children who were the same age as Sophia, Munn could now hear their laughter every day.
"No, Your Excellency, your magic is unparalleled. Although I don't know why you want to find those wizards who like to fight, you are the most honorable friend to Mimir."
After carefully examining the newly appeared 《Anvil Song》, Mimir bowed deeply to Munn.
"Old Mr., don't be like this. Actually, I have already told you that what my magic can do, ordinary people can also do."
Munn quickly walked over and helped Mimir up, saying.
"That's impossible, Your Excellency."
Hearing Munn still insisting on this absurd statement, Mimir smiled and shook his head.
"Do you know why I have to find a job every once in a while? I'm not just for food.
Paper, materials, borrowing books, none of these don't cost money, and the prices are not low."
Munn actually already knew about Mimir's statement.
When he was copying the herbal atlas in Xilin, it was because paper and books were hard to come by that he asked Zalan to borrow two from the herbal merchants he knew.
Paper books in this world are very expensive, but Munn knows that another world is not like this.
In fact, Munn had never thought about whether to copy the advanced knowledge dissemination methods of another world to this world.
But seeing Mimir asking him to copy 《Anvil Song》 for the children of Old Soldier Alley in the future.
Munn decided that he had to do something.
"Old Mr. Mimir, I know this may not be easy to believe, but you will soon see what I said become a reality."
The voyage from Xilin to the Vena Islands takes about ten days under normal circumstances.
That is to say, before actually landing on the Vena Islands, Munn had to return to Hogwarts once.
Of course, this was just the safest plan Munn envisioned, provided that no accidents occurred.
But when the Thorns sailed to the seventh day, the accident still happened.
Gord's ocean-going experience was very rich, and he knew that all kinds of emergencies could easily occur at sea.
Sudden changes in the weather, sudden whirlpools, inexplicable thick fog, and unpredictable pirates.
In order to deal with these emergencies, Gord arranged lookouts on the masts of each ship.
They were often the first to spot any unexpected situations.
"Southwest direction, unknown ships appear thirty nautical miles away."
Because the Goddess was at the end of the three ships, it was also the lookout of this ship who first discovered the suspicious ships appearing on the side and rear of the fleet.
"The other party has hoisted the pirate flag! They are accelerating towards us."
At first, the appearance of ordinary ships did not attract much attention from Gord. He only asked to observe closely.
But until the other party sailed within forty nautical miles, the pirate flag was hoisted, and Gord immediately asked the signalman to communicate.
"Don't worry, Your Excellency, I am familiar with the pirates in this nearby sea area. As long as they know that Gord of the Thorns is here, they will not take any outrageous actions."
After hearing that pirates had appeared, Munn immediately boarded the highest level of the deck.
Although Gord said it very confidently, Munn knew that he was enjoying the highest level of treatment on the Thorns, and he certainly had to do something at a critical time.
The pirate ship with the black skull flag in the distance was still approaching.
Munn found that the signalman was waving the flag faster and faster, but the pirate ship did not show any signs of stopping.
"Whose ship is this! Why don't they abide by the agreement with us?"
While Gord was roaring madly at the first mate.
A loud cannon sound reached everyone's ears.
