"The entrustment of the mad alchemist..."

"I've solved it for you. You don't owe that guy a penny now." Roy smiled heartily, "Beliangall, the commission content is quite interesting. Why did you refuse at the beginning?"

"Do you find it interesting?" Berenkael sat on the ground, his face strange and his eyes were a little hollow, as if he had thought of bad past events. "Boy, the courage is commendable. If I were me, I would never let a warlock turn himself into that kind of hairy and noisy disgusting thing! But if you help me deal with this big trouble, I owe you a favor, the hard work of building weapons..."

Berenkarhan's wet palms combed the greasy hair, "Give you a 50% discount!"

"One code is one code... We see all your efforts during this period and deserve to be paid. Besides, the price has been negotiated before, and Resor will not agree." Roy pretended to be open-minded and stuffed the gold ticket, then turned around, grinning in pain, "There are four swords left, you have to worry about it."

"Then this money is the money you have sponsored me for wine." Berenkael collected the gold ticket and yawned. "There is no need to run away after paying off the debt... I have to go back and have a comfortable sleep."

"Continue tomorrow!"

Berenkare slapped the water stains on his hand and stood up. Because of his tired body, he passed by the two demon hunters and walked into the deep night.

"Remember what I said to you!" Roy shouted from behind, "You are going back now, the travel fee is absolutely enough!"

Berenkare paused, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed across his face, "Don't mention Kyle Mohan to me!"

As he finished speaking, he walked faster.

"Little devil," the big man hugged the poisonous snake's swords tightly in his arms, staring at Beiliangall's back as he walked away, "Why advise him to go back?"

Roy stretched, "There are only four people left in the Wolf School. If you can help them pick up an old member, it will definitely be the best meeting gift."

"Come on, there is no news from Geralt yet. We may not have gone to Kyle Mohan," Resor shook his head. "What's more, Berenkall has been away from home for so many years and has long been used to walking alone. It's not that simple to make him change his mind."

"I can feel that he has a touch, but this is far from enough..." Roy paused, thinking of the conspiracy he discovered not long ago, "But next, I'm going to meet the goddess in the lake. Are you going?"

...

The bright moon hangs high, Lake Vijima gently swings its waist, sprinkling ripples.

A strange creature suddenly blew up from the quiet lake, and a strange creature rushed to the muddy ground on the lakeshore. The moonlight reflected its shiny scales and human-shaped limbs.

Its shriveled chest was a fish head, and two huge fish had their eyes rolling. I don’t know if they were too old, and there were two long and white fleshy whiskers growing on their lips.

A piece of ragged cloth wrapped around its neck, covering its back like a small cloak, and duck-like webs grew between its fingers and toes.

It rushed to a rock covered with shells on the shore of the lake, screaming and making a sound in the air. Then, two witch hunters jumped out from behind the rock.

"Meet again..." Under the moonlight, the young witch hunter came over and stretched out his hand at the monster with affectionate attitude. This strange creature was the half-fisher wise man, Qike, who had taken Roy to meet the goddess in the lake.

"Jili Gulu... wow kak..." Qike's beard shook excitedly, then he shook the witch hunter's hand, leaving a sticky liquid on the palm of the other party's hand.

"I understand that reunion with good friends is worth celebrating! I'm very happy too!" The witch hunter smiled and said sincerely that although the half-fish man was wearing a catfish head, he looked funny, but he was very sincere. "How are you doing recently?"

(The Fallen One died, the goddess revived, and the 20th member was born in the tribe, a cute little guy.)

"That's good... Chike, my friend, I summoned the goddess by the lake in the afternoon without a response, do you know what's going on?"

"Curry!" Qike's eyes turned to the burly bald man behind Roy, with a warning, "Wurihe?"

"Don't worry. He was born and died with me, and he respected the goddess as well. I want to take him to meet the goddess, can I?"

Qike tilted his head and fell into silence, as if communicating with an existence in the dark. After a while, it stretched its eyebrows and nodded, and reached out to the lake.

Roy greeted his companion and pulled out Arondate behind him. Under the moonlight, the sword refracted as bright as daylight. When he waved lightly, the gift from the goddess in the lake enveloped the body of the witch hunter. He stood on the lake smoothly and followed the half-fisherman gaze and walked towards the center of the lake.

"Boy, you let me swim over?"

"The best night swimming exercises, do you want to consider it?"

Roy turned his head and said a few whispers to Qike in a turbulent murderous intent. Then the half-fisher-man's short carrot finger pointed at the big man. A green light brushed across his bare head, and an invisible support appeared under his feet. He stepped onto the lake.

The wet water vapor floated from the lake in the distance and brushed across his cheeks. The two of them breathed the slightly fishy air. When they lowered their heads, under the clear and green lake water, clusters of fish wrapped in shadows swam under him. Occasionally, one or two fish with gray-black scales swam over curiously to peck at the soles of his shoes. As he moved his steps, he sneaked into the bottom of the lake in frightened.

Continue walking, circles of spider web-like waves spread around with their feet as the center. They came to such an area where the lake surface was calm like a mirror, reflecting a huge, bright moon. They walked into the projection, as if walking past the moon, wonderful and incredible.

Further behind, a dreamy light blue light appeared not far away.

This is not the lights from Vigima city across the lake, nor is it the moonlight reflected from the lake - a palace in the center of the lake.

The square palace located above the lake is not big and cannot be regarded as magnificent. Eight mottled hanging columns guard the outside of the palace, covered with green algae and shellfish, dripping water downwards, as if just emerging from the bottom of the lake.

The two witch hunters stopped in front of the palace in surprise. They did not remember such a palace on Lake Vijima, and they did not see the shadow of the palace during the day.

Half-fisherman Qike Jili Guru explained that the palace had once sank in Lake Vigima and was surrounded by the dark waters of Dagang.

After Dagan was removed by the witch hunter, the goddess Vivian in the lake regained ownership of the palace and summoned it to float onto the surface of Lake Vigima every night.

In fact, under the lake, there is a wider and magnificent ancient kingdom, which is where half-fish people live for generations, and fairies in the lake also live here on weekdays.

"The ruins under the water?" The witch hunter followed Qike up a row of stone stairs on the water with curiosity. The stone stairs were corroded in an abnormal manner. They tilted down from the lake surface and gradually penetrated deeper into the invisible bottom of the lake.

The half-fisherman kicker stopped at the stone staircase before entering the palace, held his head upright, and stood sideways respectfully, like a noble servant.

Two witch hunters stepped into the palace under its sign. A colorful throne, composed purely of coral, appeared in the center of the view. A huge night pearl on the throne stood in the air, blooming with a dreamy light blue light, illuminating the interior of the palace.

A "woman" lies lazily in the throne.

She put on the handrail on one side of the throne, and the huge fish tail under her body swung lightly and mischievously. The scales flashed in a blurry color under the light of the night pearl. She leaned on the other side, supporting her chin with one hand, as thick as seaweed, and her emerald green hair covered her convex figure and half of her face, revealing her delicate baby face and petal-like lips.

Her gem-like eyes blinked at the witcher, "Roy, the knight of Lake Vigima, finally willing to come to see me?"

The crisp and soft voice echoed in the palace, completely different from her mature and charming figure, and was full of another kind of innocent charm.

Roy controlled the pendant trembling violently between his neck. His strong will allowed him to instantly dispel the beautiful thoughts in his mind. At the same time, he gave a look at the big man next to him, making Reso withdraw his curious gaze.

The goddess in the lake has changed a lot compared to the last meeting. Not only is she more insecure, but her unfathomable strength, lingering around her, everywhere, with real magic.
Chapter completed!