The Divine Hunter Chapter 17: Tear off the commission

In the brightly lit alchemy room, a black-haired quarter-elf boy is checking the alchemy items on the table,

"Dancing stars... two," the young man weighed a green glass jar in each hand, threw it into the air, and then dropped it. His hands tightened and stretched, and the earthen jar disappeared strangely.

My eyes turned to a small blue can wrapped with a yellow rubber band.

"Anti-magic metal bomb...there is not enough anti-magic gold, so there is only one..."

With a click of your finger, the transparent glass jar half the size of a fist disappears.

"Dragon Dream Two..."

"Two swallows..."

"Five paralysis poisons, five calendula potions..." His well-proportioned and powerful palm passed over a row of potions that were as clear and transparent as crystal, and a row of light yellow potions.

"Everything is complete." Roy looked at the big man meditating in front of the alchemy platform, with a relieved smile on his face. For a whole week, he and the demon hunter were refining day and night, and finally the empty alchemy was completed. Items are fully replenished.

During this period, they retrieved custom-made crossbows and maintained weapons from the blacksmith shop, and retrieved a complete set of leather armor from the clothing store, which was simpler than he imagined.

The next step is to prepare for the Trial of Green Grass...

"Okay, kid, I have nothing to do with you below." The demon hunter ended his meditation, and a trace of solemnity flashed across his rock-like cheeks, "I have to stay in the alchemy room for three days, focusing on processing the grass decoction. Materials. Remember, don’t bother me."

"As for you... take advantage of this time to go shopping in Elland."

Roy breathed a sigh of relief. If he continued, he might really be driven crazy. He couldn't stop being curious about the grass decoction, "Actually, you can leave the odd jobs to me."

"With your level of alchemy, you cannot intervene..." The demon hunter refused uncharacteristically decisively, "And the grass decoction is of great importance, and there must be no mistakes in every step, otherwise it will turn into an absolutely fatal poison."

After hearing this, Roy became more and more uneasy, "But why do you have to go to the temple to swallow it?"

"Kid, you made a mistake..." the demon hunter said seriously, "Once the grass decoction is boiled, it must be taken and injected immediately. In the next few days, I will only refine the herbal medicine. Processing. It’s not officially time to cook yet.”

"The reason why this step is placed in the Temple of Meriteri," the demon hunter explained, "is because the high priest Nannik over there has a top-notch greenhouse pharmacy where he cultivates several herbs necessary for herbal decoctions. . In addition, there are also various complete alchemical instruments there. The warlock who assists you in the trial should also ask her."

"What if she disagrees?"

"She owes me a favor...I have other bargaining chips." The witcher said firmly, "She will agree."

"Okay, now take your fifth pre-drug and you can go out. Come back in three days."

……

The fourteen-year-old boy, wearing a black leather armor, walked out of the simple alchemy room in high spirits with sweat on his face.

It is early in the morning, the sun is warm, and people are coming and going on the streets of Ireland. Compared with the residents in rural villages and small cities, the residents here are more fashionable in their clothes, no longer monotonous gray and black. Full of bright colors, the body is uniquely decorated with hats, necklaces, rings, belts, hairbands and other small accessories.

This is a city full of life.

Roy took a deep breath, stretched out with a bright smile, and felt alive again. In the past, he would have gone straight to the tavern to indulge in Quint, but now he had a more urgent urge. After finally getting rid of the restrictions of the witcher, I naturally wanted to try to complete the commission independently.

On the spacious and clean street, the boy had not taken a few steps when suddenly a woman with heavy makeup and a voluptuous figure hooked her hand at him, with an ambiguous smile on her pretty face, and her shawl and messy hair dangled on her shoulders.

Roy stared at the woman twice, then quickly turned away and walked away quickly.

In this world, girls will wear braids, married women will cover their hair with bonnets or headscarves, women of noble birth will curl their hair into various styles, and female warriors will cut their hair short. Only virtue Ruids, sorceresses and - prostitutes - would keep their hair natural to emphasize their independence and freedom.

The woman on the street is obviously the last one.

Roy didn't want to develop bad habits and insisted on controlling them.

……

In the middle of the city, in front of a bulletin board covered with cobwebs and dust.

The originally smug young man stared at the scattered crumpled commissions, and his face suddenly fell.

"What is this all about... um... looking for a lost cat?" He shook his head in disgust, "I'm not a firefighter, I don't have the patience."

"Suspecting a third party and finding evidence of my husband's affair?" the young man complained, "Why don't you retaliate and have a love affair with a pretty boy?"

"Taking care of a paralyzed aunt? Sorry, I haven't mastered the nanny skills..."

"Well..." His eyes turned to the lower right corner and locked on the last brand-new commission. Roy's face finally looked a little more solemn, "Missing son?"

He spread out the entire notice on the bulletin board and read it carefully,

“Look here! I’m in urgent need, please!

Bounty hunter, witcher, no matter who you are, Old Huck has a job worth 150 crowns prepared for you——"

"My dearest son, the eighteen-year-old Bashir disappeared from the world after going fishing in a river in the suburbs... If anyone is willing to help me find it, you can come to the bakery east of Elland City. Let’s talk in person... I hope you are a senior person and don’t bother me with liars!”

Outskirts, fishing, missing.

Roy rubbed his chin and pondered for a moment. The scope of this commission seemed a bit large. It might not necessarily be caused by monsters... but it was the most reliable commission so far.

Then go check it out!

……

In the surprisingly hot bakery, the fifty-two-year-old Huck was putting the final fermented and shaped dough into the huge oval arched oven one by one.

Code neatly.

Old Huck has been running a bakery in Ireland for more than 20 years, and at least one-third of the locals have visited his shop. In the past, he was happiest every time he put dough in the oven. It was like watching his child grow from youth to maturity, with perfect texture and taste, and that thin and shriveled face. Every bead of sweat on my face will make me smile.

But in the past two days, his face was so gloomy that he seemed to be dripping with water. No matter how cute bread is, how can it compare to our closest relatives?

When I think of my son whose whereabouts are unknown,

His thin body began to tremble uncontrollably, his nose was sore and his eyes were red, and he couldn't help but cry into his arms. Old Huck knew very well that people who disappeared in Elland usually had only two endings, either becoming corpses or turning into mutilated corpses.

Less than one in ten survives.

"Continue searching in the afternoon and evening!"

"Excuse me, are you Huck, the owner of the bakery?" A sudden question from behind woke him up from his painful thoughts.

Old Huck became energetic and took off his dusty gloves, "Yes, but the kitchen is not the place you should be. If you want to buy bread, go to the front hall to talk."

"The prices at Old Huck's Bakery are fair. 20 copper coins will be enough for you to have a full meal. It's pure bread without being mixed with sawdust, alum, clay or other messy things," he said subconsciously. He used the same rhetoric he used to deal with new customers, "You can also bring some flour here. Any flour ground from rye, barley, or oats is fine. I will keep some of it and make most of it into bread for you."

"Sorry, I'm not a customer buying bread." The young man noticed the other person's bloodshot eyes and thin white clothes and smiled gently, "Boss Huck, my name is Roy, a hunter. Demon Hunter. I noticed the commission you posted in the center of the city, and came here specifically to inquire about the specific situation and help you solve your problems."

The man's expression froze when he heard this, and he looked the boy up and down again: He was wearing a black leather jumpsuit that was sewn together, and knee-high boots, which were slightly rough in workmanship.

With his carefully combed short black hair, straight bridge of nose, and deep black eyes, he is a bit handsome but does not make people feel cold and unapproachable. He has a tall and well-proportioned figure, and his muscles are obviously strong and he exercises regularly. He is about 5.6 feet (1.7 meters) tall. But his smooth skin, smooth chin and a hint of childishness in his facial features still reveal his true age. He doesn't look more than fifteen years old!

He waved his hand impatiently, "Little brother, don't kid me! I'm looking for experienced demon hunters and bounty hunters. Not kids with no hair..."

"And we don't accept apprentices now, so we don't need help catching mice."

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

With two heavy sounds in succession, two weapons suddenly appeared on the wooden table that was originally used for kneading dough, an exquisite hand crossbow and a steel sword with a cold light.

Old Huck was startled and hurriedly took two steps back and picked up the rolling pin next to him.

"Relax, if I came to rob you, you would be as flat as bread now. Let me tell you a fact." Roy was very satisfied with the other party's performance, and said nonsense without changing his expression, "Because of the blood of the elves, so I look relatively young, but in fact I have grown up a long time ago, and I have also handled some difficult commissions."

As he spoke, he took out the tips of his ears from under his hair and showed them for a second. As soon as Old Huck's eyes turned around, he took them back again and said seriously,

"The disappearance of your son is very strange, right? So you need an experienced witcher. And the sooner you find him, the greater the chance of survival. Do you want to give up this opportunity? Wait for other witchers, maybe one I can’t believe it for a month.”

Old Ha's lips moved, the demon hunter spoke to his heart, and now he had to race against time.

"I'm not here to ask for an advance payment from you. Tell me more specific information." The young man raised his chest and raised his head, his eyes full of confidence and took a step closer to him. "I can't help you find Bashir. I won't take any money from you." !"

The bakery owner's wrinkled face finally relaxed. Since he was talking about this, why not tell the other party? Anyway, I have nothing to lose, and I can get another free helper.

Old Huck took a deep breath and led him to the front hall of the bakery. He took off the white soft hat on his head, revealing a head of withered and messy yellow hair like weeds, and sat comfortably on a chair. ,

"Brother Roy, do you want some bread? It's just baked and it's still warm."

"I've had dinner, let's stop talking nonsense!" The young man crossed his hands on his chest and kept a straight face, trying to look as dignified as possible.

"But why are your eyes different from other witchers? They don't all say 'beast pupils', but you look just like us?"

"Because I have elf blood... I bet all the demon hunters you have seen before were transformed from humans." The young man stared at him with vigour, his words were full of power, "Get to the point!"

"Okay, then I'll tell you the truth." Old Huck wiped his forehead and cheeks with a sweat towel, temporarily dispelling the doubts in his heart, and said slowly, "The missing person's name is Bashir, my son, this year Just turned eighteen..."

"There is no need to say more about what is recorded on the order form... When did he disappear and where did he disappear?"

"The day before yesterday, that is, December 27, at about one o'clock, Basheer took his fishing rod to the Wigan River outside the south gate of Airland to fish... It is an old place, and he goes there every two weeks. Sitting on that rock for a long time is his only hobby!"

"My poor child is still unmarried, still living with me, and has nowhere else to go." Old Huck's tone became deeper and he lamented, "In the past, he would return home before seven o'clock in the evening. Home."

"But he still hasn't come home at nine o'clock that night," Huck couldn't help but clenched his fist and knocked on the armrest of the chair, a trace of panic flashed across his dry cheeks, "I knew something must be wrong. ! There is a curfew at nine o'clock in Ireland!"

"It's also possible to stay overnight at a friend's house." Roy guessed, "Isn't it normal for an eighteen-year-old and an adult to spend the night outside occasionally?"

"I asked all his friends, but no one had seen him!" Huck said worriedly. "I even spent a lot of money to go to all the guards on duty that day and inquired one by one. The child was indeed around 1 p.m. I left the city gate, but didn’t return to the city!"

"There are so many people coming and going in Elland, the guard may not notice..."

"No, no!" Huck emphasized, "I have conclusive evidence... I found his fishing rod by the river. It was tied with a red cloth strip. He had used it for ten years. The 'Emti' I love is right."

"But there are only things, but no people!"

"Apart from 'Emti'..." Roy asked, "No other clues were found by the river? Bloodstains, strips of cloth, items carried with you?"

"Yesterday, I asked a few old guys to search outside the city for a whole day, but there were no other clues." Huck looked anxious, "So I put up a commission and asked for help from professionals. ~IndoMTL. com~ Roy, have you ever encountered this kind of situation?" The old father was very worried. He originally called the other party Master, but the too young face made him unable to say, "Do you think my child is still alive?"

"There is currently a serious lack of information and it is impossible to make an accurate judgment." The young man remained calm and continued to ask, "What do the Knights of the White Rose say? The security of Elland is also under their control."

"Hmph!" Huck spat disdainfully, "The Knights were ordered by King Foltest, and their main responsibility is to protect Prince Seeward and his family. How can they have time to take care of the small citizens?"

"They asked me to wait until the security issues in the city are resolved... before they go outside the city to find someone to help me." The baker complained in his tone, "If I really have to wait until then, the bread will become moldy." ! My poor Bashir will end up like most of the missing people, and his body will be found by some unlucky guy..."

Old Huck's facial muscles squirmed. When he thought about that possibility, he felt that life would be worse than death.

"Well, aren't all nobles like this?" Roy thought of the unreasonable Thales and felt the same way. He tapped the armrest of the chair with his index finger and middle finger, "Has Bashir ever made a deep grudge against anyone?"

"Impossible!" Huck said flatly, "This kid spends most of his time with me in the bakery as an apprentice...cleaning up, carrying flour, catching mice, and never complains. This kind of honest temper, Who can he offend? If he has an enemy, I will definitely know it!"

"Even if there was something I didn't know, I wouldn't have harmed him like this!"

"Then let's assume that he had an accident by the river." Roy stood up and tied the crossbow and steel sword behind his back. "Let's take a trip and see where he disappeared!"