"Bonsai? In the basement?" The apprentice was shocked, "You wouldn't say this is an alchemy tool...?"
"Someone is dead," the messenger told him. "The body is inside."
Although he made it clear, Uriel could not accept it easily. Pushing aside the layers of green leaves, countless thin plant roots emerge from under the human body's skin. Someone had obviously burned them, and the residue and ashes covered the ground, but there were still seeds sprouting in the ashes of flesh and blood, growing into patches of plants. When Uriel saw it, the mature branches were almost climbing up the stairs.
A few minutes ago, they found the residence of the alchemist Chester. However, contrary to expectations, they were greeted only by an empty herb shop with its door open. Thieves are always more discerning than customers. But he must have had the same doubts as his apprentice when he saw a large patch of mistletoe in the basement...unless he curiously stepped into the vines and saw the roots growing from the spine.
The tiny veins are golden yellow and dotted with emerald green, giving it a natural beauty. However, as soon as I think about this beautiful source of nutrients, all appreciation suddenly disappears. Uriel experienced the savagery of life for the first time. Thinking about it this way, it is understandable to set fire to these terrible plants.
"Heather believers." The messenger stared at Ye Zi.
Heather is the goddess of life, and is among the gods along with Gaia and Lucia, regardless of the inner and outer world. Uriel knew that Cecilia was a Heather believer, and that her faith originated from the bar owner Eds Haynes who took her in. He didn't dare to guess for the moment. "All followers of the goddess Heather will turn into plants after death?"
"It depends on how you die."
"Chester is also a forest believer." Fortunately, the ring pointed out this. "He had a good relationship with Haines during his apprenticeship."
Uriel felt a little relieved.
"Eds Haynes was here" But then it dampened the apprentice's optimism. "Obviously he lit the fire. It seems that Chester died before that." I don't know how the ring judged it.
"Did the Necromancer kill him?" the young man asked.
"No trace of the undead. Of course, it couldn't have been Haynes... I see. I remember now. He is a garrison, maybe he just came to remind old friends not to go out.』
The apprentice didn't understand: "Don't go out?"
"Some historical reasons" Sauron was vague.
"Then how do you know who this is?" Uriel couldn't help but ask.
"This is my function. Mysterious arrivals leave traces, and most magics performed by mysterious beings are common. Occupations limit the types." Mr. Ring said, "For example, forest occupations smell like walnuts after they use them, and necromancers smell like onions."
"Walnuts? Onions?" The air in the basement is dirty. It might have been easy to tell if it were Cecilia, but Uriel only smelled the smell of damp grass.
"The former is a profession of order, but the undead are rejected by order, so the smell will be more pungent," the ring explained, "These are the feelings of rune life, boy." Not really a smell. describe. Just a description
Yeah? It seems like it really has no nose. Uriel tried to capture the scent in the air and used fire to manipulate magic. This time he vaguely noticed something. It felt like you put your hand into a bag full of sand and groped around. Although you didn't find anything, from the protruding outline of the bag, you were very sure of the existence of stones.
Uriel thought he had the hang of it. He slowly diffused his consciousness and approached the target smoothly, wanting to experience the "walnut flavor" described by Sauron. But the messenger suddenly turned his head and glanced at him thoughtfully. The apprentice was startled and quickly recovered.
"The laboratory has been idle for a long time." Bai Zhizhi concluded, "It seems that the spread of the potion has nothing to do with Chester. The necromancer did not touch his body."
"If there is a recipe, Thun Luvi can completely start a new business."
"I can't." The messenger pointed out expressionlessly, "To copy a magic potion, you must have a foundation in alchemy."
“Perhaps Chester has a mysterious apprentice. He, Eds Haynes, and Larsen were the same age, and probably even graduated a hundred years ago. "Chester is a human race, but he is not like the 'Eye of Iron'. Now he is an old guy and needs someone to pass on the knowledge." Mr. Ring guessed, "In fact, even the 'Eye of Iron' has two little apprentice
"A hundred years?" Uriel heard the word. He didn't know anyone could live a hundred years. In Yotsuba City, the oldest old man he had ever met was a noble Lord. Legend has it that Duke Tracy personally attended his birthday party celebrating his seventy-sixth birthday. The apprentice knows that the inner world is different from the outer world, but lifespan? He had never considered this aspect before. He has only recently reached adulthood.
"Old guy?" the young man repeated.
"...Chester's apprentice may have revealed the news about the potion." Sauron's words transitioned smoothly, and you couldn't notice any pause in it. "Alchemists come from high towers and don't let the news leak out casually. The Mystery Apprentice is different. To be honest, just looking at these two little girls in Larson, you would believe that they can do anything."
"Aren't they from the tower?"
"Is this the point?" Sauron the Ring was dissatisfied, "The adults are solving the mystery. If you insist on pondering every word I write, kid, then I will change it to Elvish and make you blind."
"Is it possible?" Uriel quickly ignored the language, "They conspired to kill Chester?"
"It's harder to find Chester's mysterious apprentice than to find Thun Luvi."
"There are no records of mysterious creatures in Yotsuye City. If you want to find them, you need to go through the detection station"
"The nightingale destroyed it," the messenger told them, "and I caught the man who did it in the church." But he returned to the Knox Tavern alone. Needless to say what happened to the prisoners.
Now they can only go to Hercule Street.
…
There was a sour smell in the air, as if someone had hidden the overnight meal under their arm. Painter wrinkled his nose in disgust and turned to glare at these lazy people: "Who hasn't taken a shower?"
"Me." York replied without hesitation.
"Bah! Let's play while you're at it. Tell me, don't you smell any weird smell?"
There was a commotion among the mercenaries. They are all members of the light elemental being York Chaine, and a large part of them are still part of the reserve force of the Knox Mercenary Group. These bastards are as young and vigorous as spring fruits, and they don't know how to behave. But no matter what, they are still disciplined. Painter feels that the boys actually have a bright future. As long as York is replaced as captain, things will develop in a positive way.
"It's tasteless." The adventurers were sure. "There's not even anyone around here."
"Wait. Is that a stink? Jet farted."
"Nonsense! Knowing so clearly, you got into my crotch?"
"I heard it. Boss. If you don't believe it, just listen to it."
York rolled his eyes. "What's the use of looking for me? That goblin is the leader. Victor only recognizes him, not us."
This little brat really needs a lesson. "Victor is the old man of the mercenary group, boy." Painter scolded, "When he and Captain Calder were adventuring in the Valley of Sleep, you were still fighting against the wooden men on the sand. Wait for him I have just transferred to the city defense team when I took up the post. As for you, you are all new faces that he has never seen before, and you will be suspicious of anyone else!"
Sita York grimaced: "Definitely not including me."
What he said was true. Sita, the light elemental life, is said to be the creation of the goddess Lucia, so it is very different from most of the races in Knox. York Shain is three hundred and twenty-seven years old this year, which is equivalent to a human fifteen-year-old kid. The long time has given him the accumulation of mysterious ways, but if you let it go, he may not be able to make big troubles... especially when their mission is the disappearance of Yotsuba City.
That's why Painter insists on staying in the team. Hercule Street is located in the southwest of the city. It is neither a bustling commercial street nor a real estate owned by a big shot. The only commendable thing is that there are not many beggars. Naturally, rich people will have compassion, and it is impossible to seek charity from the poor. Mortals would rather crowd around docks, mud lanes, or even ditches filled with horse manure than waste time on Hercule Street. Only the traveling knights passed through Hercule every day until three batches of their men disappeared in succession.
In order to find out the truth, Victor, the captain of the city defense knight guard, approached his old club, hoping that Knox could send someone to solve the problem. Unfortunately he was waiting for York. Painter suddenly felt a little gloating.
"Since the traveling knights don't trust mercenaries, why do they teach us?"
"I'm afraid he doesn't have a choice," someone responded.
Painter turned his head and said, "Okay, are you his reinforcement?"
"What reinforcements? Did you dig out something?" Eds Haynes strode through the alley. "This is Sombigler, right?"
"The situation is unknown. I won't send anyone in." Painter said matter-of-factly. "If you look outside, no one will be missing."
"Of course. Maybe in a few weeks, the missing knights will still give us dreams." York rolled his eyes.
Painter and Eze ignored him. The latter frowned and looked for a moment, then retreated to the front of the team. Hercule Street was quiet and empty, its shops more deserted than an old woman's brothel. But the danger can only be perceived on the surface, but the reason cannot be seen. "Instead of wasting time here, why not go find a spy? No one takes the job?"
"That person is you."
"My seeds are out of stock."
"What?" The dwarf didn't understand.
"Chester is dead. His potion failed to facilitate the ritual, and was used by thieves to bewitch mortals. I smell the stink of the undead."
"Can you smell this?" York asked in surprise.
Painter swung his hammer and dug into the boy's knee. "Chester is dead? Is it an alchemy experiment?"
"I'm afraid so. The goddess's ritual is still in operation, and the necromancer has not touched his body."
"Necromancer?" Painter repeated. Although Eze doesn't seem to be joking, Yotsuba City is not the border of order, how is this possible? "Could I be mistaken? There are also natural undead formations in Knox..."
"You haven't seen it? Those things are all over the floor now. You don't even need to ask me for confirmation." Druid opened the suitcase and said without raising his head. "If this continues, I think the corpse eaters will soon have nothing to eat."
The mercenaries calmed down and gradually realized the seriousness of the situation. Only Sita York muttered: "Very good, now we probably know the whereabouts of the missing knight." He twisted his orange fingers and suddenly remembered something. But first of all, you must not expect him to be just a little slow. "The Necromancer came from Gawa, so it's time for the Flickering Pool to return to Knox? I haven't been home for a long time."
"What a considerate ghoul, eh?" Haines sent him angrily, "Go to the side! Be careful not to touch them." The druid grabbed a handful of furry, chubby, and white ghouls in his hand. Spherical objects, as long as they are exposed to the air, the magic power around them begins to drain away.
Dwarves don't like this stuff. No mythical creatures like that. These seeds are said to feed on the elements, creating small areas of low-density elements around them. What Eze has in his hands is still the thirsty desert breed, and it doesn't even let go of its magic power. These little gadgets come in handy during reconnaissance. But things have to be considered from both sides. Since Druid has invested a lot of money, I'm afraid I will have to pay the bar's debt later...
He couldn't think about it anymore. Mysterious dandelion-like seeds flew into the streets and quickly disappeared. Also disappearing are the quiet and peaceful street scenes.
"What a hell." Sita's eyes widened.
