I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

Chapter 204 Divine Art Level Labor Protection Supplies

“Material that can filter the air?

I’ve only heard of using a sponge to filter red wine…”

The Church of Justice where Larriel is located is also the church to which all the successive lords of Huiyao City belong.

Therefore, believers of Tyr, the god of justice, are highly respected in the City of Glory.

Over time, some of the aristocracy's demands inevitably seeped into the church.

For example, some drinks are filtered through expensive sponges to make their taste purer.

“A sponge won’t work because the hollow part is too big and can only filter some large particles.

I need something that's penetrable enough to allow me to breathe normally, but can also filter out the tiny particles."

“A soaked towel would be ok?

When we were doing City Guard drills, we would cover our mouths and noses with wet towels and walk through fire areas.”

Looking at the guy next to him with a slightly tanned skin, Alvin couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"Your method is quite advanced. We also use this method to avoid the thick smoke...

However, I need a long-term material.

You can’t just let the miners swing their pickaxes twice and then run to the side with a towel to rehydrate…”

Unable to bear the stuffiness in the warehouse, Larriel moved his head closer to the door.

In order to keep the supplies stored in the warehouse, this big house does not even have a window, only a vent above the door.

"It needs to be breathable, filter small particles, and last for a long time... Alvin, why are you making it so complicated?

Wouldn't it be enough to give the towel a constant purification spell?

Unless the equipment is destroyed, the spell effect will always exist..."

Hearing this, all the humans and halflings in the warehouse looked at Larriel.

"Spell constancy? What is that? It sounds awesome..."

This is the inner thought of the young man from Blue Star.

"Are Tyr's priests so extravagant? The constant spells they talk about are as simple as buying lettuce in the vegetable market..."

This is the idea of ​​a halfling maid who lives frugally.

"Magic items... If I had one, it could replace my entire set of armor..."

This was the thought of a certain unconfident city guard.

……

Spell permanence is a technique that allows spell effects to be permanently attached to items through special prayers or spellcasting rituals.

Isn't that quite nonsense...

To put it simply, it is an enchantment technology in which time is stretched to infinity.

But compared to enchantment, spell permanence is much more complicated to operate;

At the same time, it also costs more money.

Item enchantment, even the magical Moon Elf enchantment, is equivalent to "sealing" the spell on an item, waiting to be activated.

But the spell remains constant, completely changing the nature of the item.

Therefore, if you want to give a stone a constant zero-level spell [Light], you need to completely consume the spell slots of the caster at level 6 or above. In other words, the caster will always have one less spell slot before the next promotion.

At the same time, extremely high casting materials or sacrificial materials must be paid as the cost of maintaining this spell.

However, many epochs ago, the wizard who invented the spell of constancy had lost this skill due to some special reasons.

Only some extremely wealthy divine spellcasters would attempt to use spell permanence.

In Radiant City, the church of Tyr, the god of justice, is filled with wealthy divine spellcasters.

Now one of them is in Annie's small room, arranging a prayer ceremony with constant spells.

"This is the Moon Silk of the Moon Elf... the crystallization of the air element...

Oh my god! This is a scale statue made of mithril...

Larrel... I never realized you were so rich..."

The half-orc maid was shouting and yelling around the mostly-decorated ceremony platform, like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

Compared to Larrel, I'm afraid that everyone in the entire Nield Mining District looks like they have never seen the world.

"No way, this is all the money I have saved over the years...

If we can eradicate cough, this effort will be worth it!"

Tyr is a god from the good camp. Long-term study of Tyr's teachings has made Larriel shrouded in the glory of the Virgin Mary.

Percy looked at Larrel with admiration, but Ivan, who was standing next to him, was not impressed.

Sometimes, Mary is not a compliment.

As Larriel's ceremony began, Ivan's thoughts drifted in another direction.

To be honest, Ivan was not slow, and when Alduin strongly urged him and Bor to seek help everywhere, he realized how urgent the situation was.

The invasion of half-dragons would be a huge disaster for the entire plane.

Although the bombardment in the Frost Giants' living area made the half-dragons give up the idea of ​​heading south from the west side of the Gray Haze Forest;

But after all, before that, the main force of the half-dragons had already advanced towards the Elf Courtyard and the Moon Sea Strait in the Far East.

Even though the Fallen of the Elven Courtyard would bring some trouble to the Half-Dragon, this trouble was really only one -

Alvin didn't think that the fallen elves would have any fighting power in front of the half-dragons.

Although my memory of the night when the city wall was invaded was a little incomplete, I still vaguely knew how terrifying those creatures were, and...

"finished!"

Larrel's shout brought Ivan's thoughts back to the present.

He looked at the mask on the table at the ceremony table—yes, a mask.

This is protective equipment made according to his design.

If the effect of [Purification] is stable, this mask will completely block out the inorganic particles in the mine air.

In this way, the probability of mining workers suffering from pneumoconiosis is greatly reduced.

"Very good, let's go to the next one."

Alvin tried this magical mask and found that it worked really well. He even could not smell the unique fragrance in Annie's room.

"Next?"

Larrel looked at Ivan as if he were an idiot.

"I permanently lost my only six-ring divine spell slot, as well as almost all of my precious materials, to complete this constancy...

What do you want me to get the next one?"

"Clam?!"

Alvin was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he knew that spell constancy would cause loss of casting ability.

"Doesn't this mean that there is still no way to solve the problem..."

As he spoke, he tried to apply the [Purification Technique] he had just learned to a new mask.

Don't ask why a druid can use the [Purification] that only priests have so smoothly. The reason is that someone's subconscious is really too powerful.

"It's useless, Alvin. Even if you are a god-favored one, you still need to abide by the rules of spell constancy."

"Rules? What rules?"

"Spell constancy is to use your spell slots and sacrifices to replace the constant effect you want.

The rule is that you must at least let your deity bear witness to your sacrifice and replacement, and only then will the spell be officially fixed..."

"Let the gods be witnesses...any one of them will do?"

When Larrel heard this, he almost laughed out of anger.

"You can still choose which deity responds to you, right?"

Alvin didn't answer. He stood up and started shouting loudly into the air.

"Lal! Joy... I should be remembering correctly this time, the goddess of joy, Lal!

Come out quickly! Quickly! "