When it comes to what's in stock in the pub's cellar, Eze would think of Max's mead, which is in high demand, or Edwin's Pure Brew, the most famous local brew in Cloverland. There is no need to mention the former, while the latter is a precious thing specially designed to entertain the duke and his retainers and nobles. The taste is not that special, but most people who don’t know much about wine can’t taste it.
Instead, it is Max Mead, which is affordable and tastes good. It is said to have a long history and is named after a certain king. As for which one it is, I'm afraid Eds Haynes can't tell.
After all, let's be honest, he doesn't make a living at Knox Bar. Mysterious creatures can be found in all walks of life, but the tower’s residents certainly don’t serve people plates. The significance of Knox's existence is most likely to facilitate other people.
But this is just our guess. If you were to meet Eds Haynes, the druid of the goddess Heather and the keeper of the mysterious fulcrum Croita, and you were lucky enough to remember to ask this question, he would definitely admit that he just had a flash of inspiration. Now, just like he has written adventure biographies, worked as an herbal medicine merchant, and joined a local mercenary group. If you ask for a deeper reason, the person will act like he is in a hurry and tell you that a long story cannot be shortened, that he has no time to talk, and that you have no patience to listen.
In the end the job had to fall to me.
…
Our bar owner is not traveling far. His scope of activities was limited to Yotsuye Castle, but he was too busy to stop. At dawn, Eze first visited the detection station and reported the arrival of the tower messenger to the person in charge.
Logically speaking, the status of the garrison is naturally much higher than that of the local detection station, but if they are lazy and ignore it, the astrologers monitoring the mysterious creatures in the city will be frightened and sound the alarm. This was the duty of the garrison, so he had to deal with it first.
Then there's Frostleaf Keep. The owner of Four Leaf City is Tracy Wiggins, the Duke of Southland, and only she will allow the garrison to go to the detection station to deal with emergency matters first, and then go to the lord's castle to report the envoy's visit, without being regarded as disrespectful. . This man is the most responsible Duke Eze has ever seen. His only regret is that he often disappears. This is understandable. Grand Duke Tracy is very busy with affairs. He has two territories, a principality, and half a country to manage.
Therefore, when Eze walked through most of the city, exited the city gate, and followed the path to the castle on the outskirts, he was only received by Gavin Wiggins, the head of the Wiggins family and the Duke's youngest son. How disappointing.
"It's really unfortunate." The steward told him, "The Kingdom Council is convening. The Duke must go to Iron Claw City in person and cannot receive the distinguished envoy."
"No, don't bother. It's my task to receive the commander. I'm just here to inform you to avoid misunderstandings." The druid replied, "Actually, I'm glad to hear that Ms. Tracy is not in the city." Li Baizhi There are great benefits to being farther away. "I suggest you do the same."
The steward promised to bring the message. But Gavin Wiggins didn't understand what he meant. The kid actually planned to invite Eds to stay for lunch. "No, Sir Gavin," the garrison declined politely, "I am about to visit a friend."
"I'm not a knight, maybe my sister is," Gavin said. In appearance, he is very similar to his mother. "But I know you shouldn't force a guest with urgent matters, and a real knight may not understand that. Thank you for your notice, Mr. Haynes, and I wish you good luck."
Next came Larsen's plea.
There was no way the "Mark" could be repaired today, and Ezz would have to make a trip to Iron Claw. Presumably after arriving, he would have to walk around the palace again just like he went to Frostleaf Castle. I hope Queen Flavia will be free to meet her and not be as busy with other things as her sister Tracy, otherwise I will have to deal with Lawrence Norman again... To be honest, Eze really didn't want to inform him. Just let the White Envoy move freely in Iron Claw City. Those guys with their own agendas should have been frightened, and it would be convenient to re-establish the mark.
Before he could think about these things, Eze walked into another street. His old friend Larson Gallagher was very tolerant and determined to repay his friendly assistance with another trouble. After solving all these messy things, Eze has to go to the mystery shop to buy pansy seeds.
No other garrison could work as hard as he did. Druid is a forest profession, which is incompatible with the astrology profession in the tower. Everything has to be managed by oneself. There are almost no magic plants north of the Morris Mountains, and even replenishing pockets is a problem. If I had known that my ancestors had forest blood before lighting the fire, I probably would have reconsidered. It's too late. After entering the tower, it is not easy to escape.
...Having said that, he hasn't thought about it like this for a long time.
At the Knox Bar, Ezz could kick the door open, but now he has to knock first. As a result, this polite behavior resulted in dust falling from my nose. "Chester! Damn it! You old lizard. Open the door."
The shop was locked, the doors and windows were closed, and it was locked from the inside. Eze frowned and looked at the wind lamp in front of the door. A string of spider webs repaired the gap in the lampshade. It seemed like no one had been in the house for weeks. In terms of appearance alone, it was comparable to Knox before Uriel came. "Hello?"
No one responded. It seemed like no one was home. This wasn't the first time Eze's efforts were in vain today, but it was the first time he was rejected. Only Chester's departure surprised him. There were many herbalists who locked up their shops when they went on a long trip, but Chester was not among them. This man is the only natural alchemist in Yotsuba City, and the only guest who comes to his door is Eze. This is certainly no coincidence. Chester and the garrison also came from the tower and were one of the old acquaintances of the great astrologer Larsen. In addition to purchasing, Eads was here to pass on Larsen's invitation to him.
However, things were different now, and he did have a reason to avoid Eze. The Druid came to Eastman on Foreign Office duties, but Chester was unpopular at the Tower. There was an astrologer who was accused of betraying the order and was convicted, which led to the implication of everyone associated with him. Chester's alchemy professional mentor was one of them.
No one expected this accident. Larsen's astrology was not very proficient at that time. Fortunately, he had the means to manage the affairs department and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to release the person. Eze applied to become a garrison, and together they sent the unfortunate guy out of the Floating Cloud City.
The news that Bai Zhizhi had arrived at Yotsuba City was not exactly a secret. If it had been someone else from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Chester wouldn't have escaped. The problem is that the messenger himself is a demon hunter, and he even wears the symbol on his body every day. Ordinary hunters would be cautious, fearing that the Nameless One would seek revenge, but if revenge came to the White Envoy, the demon would really be looking for death. Eze suspected that the alchemist had fled to other cities.
Don't be like this. "Open the door. Chester! Did the commander scare you away?" This is a hell of a thing. "I didn't tell him about you. Damn it, you're not a devil! Even if we face you, he won't do anything to you."
Still no one responded.
Eze couldn't wait any longer. He held the handle, and the thin green stem poked out of his sleeve and got into the keyhole. After a moment, the machine clicked, and with just a twist of the handle, the door opened.
The house was dark and musty. Eds sniffed and walked around the counter. The candles placed on it have been burned out. He tried to light the electric lamp, but the glass ball, a specialty of the Eastman Kingdom, had long since lost its effect.
"Chester?" The darkness brought an ominous premonition. But Eze is not an astrologer, and his hunches may be useless. The druid opened a small glass opening on the box, and a large number of fireflies buzzed out. After a few short breaths, the little bugs landed on the ceiling. They spread their wings and let a faint light cover the entire roof.
He found that the window was tightly covered with curtains. But other than that, nothing has changed, the shelves are full and the furniture is tidy. If the alchemist suddenly came out of the inner room and asked him what he wanted to buy, Eze wouldn't be surprised. At least that's what he expected.
The seed on the cat's face is placed on the outermost side. After all, people have the greatest demand for it. Eze had to do it himself and emptied a small bag. He loaded up the materials and decided to go inside to find someone by himself. Following the footsteps, the shimmering light kept pouring out from the box, flying lightly above the head, and sprinkled a path of fluorescent light.
That was until Ezz entered the basement.
Like Knox Bar, the herbalist's basement was filled with bottles and cans. These jars are smaller and have weirder shapes—especially the slim mouth, which makes them easier to hold with one hand. There was no daylight in the basement, but the flame of the candle was silvery white, and no wax dripped even after burning for a long time, as if the fuel and candlestick were just for show. Its light is also stable and long-lasting, undisturbed by air currents.
Behind a stationary fringed rocking chair, Eze's familiar alchemist lies on his back on the floor. His eyes were wide open, his face was gray, and the bottom of his white robe was filled with green powder. He held a flask tightly in his hand, and the unnamed blood-red liquid inside was still rolling and bubbling; countless green mistletoes emerged from under his skin, and their branches were swaying and growing extremely vigorously. This was undoubtedly the reason why he was unable to receive his old friend.
"Heather," Ez murmured.
He backed away involuntarily until he bumped into a porcelain jar. The druid lowered his head and saw that it was filled with silvery pure water, and a large cluster of purple-red privet leaves floated languidly on the water. As a believer in the forest goddess Heather, Eze recognized the meaning of the waterscape potted plant at a glance.
Silver Creek. He thought to himself, the sacred place of the forest race. But why is this guy asking for a blessing from the goddess? Eds looked around dully and accidentally stepped on a cloud of powder. In an instant, the fire swayed, and the magic power suddenly expanded, causing the fireflies to fly around. Who makes them all mysterious creations.
what? Eze kicked the powder away and saw a drop of solidified golden liquid. Mysterious creatures draw magic through fire. The fire is condensed by the soul and is the center of mysterious gathering. Now his soul actually believes that it can climb to a higher level of mystery! He felt dizzy.
Next to the experimental table, the druid found a page of parchment on which complex formulas and symbols were recorded. The strokes were scrawled, but they were clues at least. He then found a sealed wooden reagent bottle. According to records, the alchemist named it "Sovero", which means "change of consciousness" in the magic text.
Eze blew away the dust, reached out and pulled out the cork - the surge of magic was like a storm, and the druid immediately tightened it again.
Sure enough, this name is very suitable. Even if it was only for a second, Eze could clearly see the remaining viscous liquid inside, and the molten gold-like color stung his eyes. It’s no wonder that Chester decided to hold the ceremony, and if it had been Ez, he wouldn’t have hesitated. This thing is undoubtedly a ticket to a higher realm, which can greatly increase the probability of success... However, probability is only probability after all.
"Heather." With mixed feelings, Ez couldn't say anything else and couldn't think of what to do. I came back too late and there was nothing I could do to undo it.
When the church bells rang, Eze came back to his senses. Someone has to get the word out. However, apart from Eze, the alchemist has few friends in Yotsuba City. If it weren't for house visits, I'm afraid the mistletoe would overgrow the basement.
While he was thinking about it, he slowly moved to the rocking chair and sat down. The wood groaned and he couldn't move anymore. The druid didn't pay attention to this. He found the seeds of the pansy and tried to formulate words so that Larson could accept the bad news as much as possible.
But how to speak? 'Chester suddenly held a promotion ceremony, but it failed'? No. It certainly can't be so straightforward. Eze knew how much Larson valued his few remaining friends. After all, the Great Astrologer's lifespan was much longer than that of ordinary mysterious creatures. You'd better be tactful. 'Unfortunately, Heather's council is convening, and Chester has decided to go to His Kingdom in person and cannot come back to accept your invitation.' Is it possible to make Larson laugh? Eads is unknown.
After all, people die in rituals almost every day, mysterious creatures must cross the threshold, and Heather believers must either be reborn, or burn out their souls and feed their vitality back to nature. The latter outcome is common, and maybe he himself will become one of them. Chester just took this step first, why couldn't he accept it?
He simply couldn't accept it.
"It's all your fault, old man." The druid rubbed his brow and complained towards the green leaves of the mistletoe. "It's all your fault, damn genius!" He coughed. "If nothing else, who should I look for to purchase seeds now?"
Of course Ye Zi couldn't respond. Oak druid can't do this either.
Ezz rolled up the remaining Sovero potion in parchment and threw it among the green roots. Then he held up the candle burning with silver flame.
"Two people." The defender murmured in the fiercely rising flames.
