The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 366 Negotiate the price? Otherwise, why don’t you talk to the church?
Shen Le didn't even turn his head and smiled.

If I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know that the Horse King has three eyes.

No, I don’t know how many kilometers our big firecrackers can reach…

He originally wanted to use healing magic to slowly take care of it. Healing magic would help the ebony grow on its own, filling in the corroded and burnt part and the gap in between.

However, these powerful vampires and werewolves really put some pressure on him.

In this world, there are indeed people who fear power but not morality. One must have enough power to negotiate "based on strength" -

So, Shen Le quietly communicated with the small oil lamp, separated a very tiny ray of electric light, and input it into the ebony.

Instantly, the spirit of the ebony statue came alive, greedily absorbing the lightning, appearing to be both fearful and eager:

A little more!
A little more!
A little more, but not too much...

More, more, more...

Shen Le asked the small oil lamp to separate a tiny ray of thunder power and input it into the ebony statue. This time, the spirituality of the ebony statue became more active:

This is good!
This is good!
This is very good... This is what I wanted...

But not too much, too much, I will die, I will really die...

Shen Le patiently communicated with it for a long time before determining the power of the thunderbolt it could withstand. Then, he communicated with the small oil lamp and directly mobilized the thunderbolt to strike down from the sky.

Crack!

All the vampires and werewolves present were horrified and jumped backwards at the same time. Ping, pong, boom, crash...

The partition between the workbenches shook and almost fell down. The workbench squeaked and moved half a foot to the side. Various instruments, equipment, beakers, flasks and test tubes on the workbench rolled to the ground...

"Mr. Shen!" The prince of the Toredo tribe shouted:
“What are you doing!!!”

"Oh, I'm providing vitality to this statue, allowing it to grow on its own." Shen Le stared at the statue intently, trying his best to feel every change in it and trying not to over-exert himself.

Prince Allen was speechless and stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help shouting again:
"But that is thunder! Thunder that destroys everything! Mr. Shen, if you have any requests or dissatisfaction, you can just say it directly. You don't have to use this method!"

Tsk... I'm really repairing cultural relics, not targeting anyone... Well, why don't you believe it?

Shen Le sighed helplessly:

"But lightning can indeed provide vitality. During the Jingzhe period, thunder roars and all things begin to shake, which is a sign of life - don't you know that?!"

Who knows!!!

From the ancient Greek gods, to Odin of Northern Europe, to the Christian God, thunder and lightning have always been the force of punishment and destruction, and the spear held in God's hand!
Why can this thing provide vitality? Why do Chinese people use thunder and lightning to provide vitality? Do you need to strike a thunder before you plant crops?
Although immortals who are more familiar with Chinese culture, such as Prince Vanzo, can indeed search for such knowledge points from their memories, knowledge is knowledge, not instinct.

The instinct of the vampires told her that this was an extremely dangerous thing, something that could directly hurt them and destroy them!

During their previous meeting, how did they offend this cultural relic restorer to make him show off his strength?
Shen Le felt that he had provided a reasonable explanation, and when he heard that no one was protesting behind him, he began to work calmly.

One thunderbolt, another thunderbolt, and another thunderbolt.

Although it was only one in ten thousand, or even one in a hundred thousand, he still needed to communicate carefully and control it cautiously:

"How are you?"

"Want more lightning?"

"Do you need to add water or nutrient solution?"

"Want to change a new basin of water and add nutrient solution? No problem!"

"We agreed that this time we are going to help you grow properly, into the original statue's appearance, not into a tree! Don't grow recklessly!"

He concentrated on communicating with the ebony statue, persuading it, coaxing it, and even trying to threaten it with the power of thunder.

By using both soft and hard tactics, the statue was finally restored to its original appearance before it was destroyed:
The whole body is black and shiny, the wood is solid, and the chest and abdomen made of tree knots are huge and plump, which completely conforms to the imagination of the local tribes:

"Okay! I've fixed it! - You guys come check it out, if there's no problem, we can talk about terms!"

In order to show his friendliness and to indicate that he would not strike them with lightning for no reason, Shen Le simply stood far away and went deep into the work area to observe the items to be repaired.

Tsk, this black ball, crumpled into a ball, covered with dirt, could it have been a golden mask?

It's so pitiful, the mask that was once worn by the emperor was treated so roughly, and it has to be unfolded very carefully to restore it to its original state...

What is this pile of random stones? They look like marble. Could they be statues of gods?

Unfortunately, I can’t sense any spirituality from above, and I can’t communicate with the statue directly. I can’t ask, “Hey, what kind of god are you…”

This side... this side should be an oil painting... Shen Le squatted over to look at it with interest. Look at the traces of restoration on the painting, the various restoration tools on the workbench, and the various reagents and materials next to it.

Oil paintings and domestic paper paintings, silk paintings, and thangkas all use different materials, and the restoration ideas and tools are also very different. He basically knows nothing about this, so it would be great to see the ideas of foreign experts...

He wandered around, looking at each workbench one by one. Some he just glanced at and left, while others he squatted there and watched for a long time.

After looking at more than a dozen workbenches, the werewolf and blood clan leaders invited him over. Their faces were solemn, and they were ready to negotiate:

"Mr. Shen, we have confirmed your restoration work. The damage on the surface of the statue has been repaired very well, very perfectly, beyond our expectations."

but?

Shen Le tilted his head slightly, waiting for their turn. As expected, Prince Fan Zhuo said solemnly:
"But, the function of this statue seems to have been modified by you. We can't use it as it was originally—"

"That's not my fault." Shen Le spread his hands. He turned his head to look at the statue and said calmly:

"This statue has been worshipped for a long time, so it already has spirituality. I just enhanced its spirituality, allowing it to recover its losses and grow back to its original appearance."

As for whether it is willing to let you use it, that is its will and your own problem.

I can fix it, but I can't press my head to make it work!
Behind Prince Vanzo, several vampires and werewolves looked at each other and said nothing. Prince Vanzo's chest rose and fell slightly, and he forced a smile and said:

"So what do you think it should look like originally?"

"Of course it's to make people have children!" Shen Le didn't even think about it. Such obvious characteristics of fertility worship, can't you see it?

“Let women have children, have more children, and have them safely. Let the livestock in the tribe, if any, have more children.

Let the wild cattle, wild donkeys, and wild sheep around give birth to many, many children..."

In short, live! Live hard! Live as much as you can!

May all things grow and prosper!

As for why such a "living" statue is unwilling to help you and comfort your pain, that is your business.

Who knows what you did to the statue while it was in danger!
Several big men were silent. He actually guessed it right. It seemed that this guy was really good and couldn't fool him.

Prince Fanzhuo quickly turned around, exchanged glances with his family, and suddenly smiled:

"Mr. Shen, we have confirmed your ability to repair. So, if you can repair the three holy objects for us to the point where they can replace the Buddha head, we will give the Buddha head to you, okay?"

One for three?
Picking up a Buddha head for free was quite good for him, as it saved him a lot of money. However, it might be a problem for the order in Paris.

The worst order is better than no order. For normal people, an order that tends toward light should be better than an order that tends toward darkness.

Shen Le asked himself, he didn't want his compatriots without superpowers to walk on the streets of Paris, not only to beware of thieves, robbers, black and green people, but also to beware of vampires and werewolves...

"Three is fine, but I have a condition." He answered calmly. Without waiting for the other party to ask further questions, he said seriously:

"The combined power of the three holy objects can only be equivalent to that of the Buddha's head, and the increase cannot be higher than 10%. In order to ensure the accuracy of the data, we can introduce a third party to conduct spiritual measurement--"

"no!"

"That won't work!"

"Then we are at a great disadvantage!"

The two werewolf chiefs were the first to get anxious. The difference between the three items adding up to such a huge improvement and the one with so much improvement is too big!

For example, can three Type 90 guns combined be comparable to a Type 155 gun?

Although the caliber and area are the same, the power difference is too great. They cannot be compared at all, okay?
"We are all willing to give you the Buddha's head!"

"Then I should buy it back? -- Refer to the average auction price of similar artworks in the past three years?"

Shen Le asked tentatively. The two werewolf chiefs turned their heads silently. Prince Allen's mouth twitched:
Previously, a Buddha head was auctioned at Sotheby's for 120 million euros, but it turned out to be from the Longmen Grottoes, so the auction was quickly withdrawn...

Now that the great Eastern powers are rising, the pressure on them is increasing, and they are becoming increasingly afraid to act rashly.

This Buddha head, in terms of artistic value and auction price, is really not that good. I estimate that the maximum price is 100,000 euros, so it is not worth using it as a favor...

what?
You said its value lies in the fact that it is a spiritual instrument?
Didn’t they promise to help you repair the magic weapon?
"I am Chinese. I cannot interfere in your conflict, nor can I take the initiative to break your balance." Shen Le said sincerely:

"How about...you sit down with the church and talk about a plan, and I'll implement it?"

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