The next morning, Roy, who had meditated for a night, got up refreshedly.

After completely replacing sleep with meditation, he only needs to rest for five hours and wake up every morning with energy. Such days are completely unimaginable for him to suffer from insomnia in his previous life, and even neurasthenia.

Moreover, although this young body is thin, his physique is not bad, and he is even better than his previous life.

Resso in another room left the door earlier than him, drinking wine and eating pies on the first floor of the tavern, and still having a poker face. There was no sign of the romantic feeling last night.

"Don't sleep for a while?"

"If you relax, you can't lose your basic self-discipline."

The two of them were having a chat while eating, and Roy mentioned the dwarf by the way. Unexpectedly, as soon as he spoke, the main owner came.

Compared to yesterday, Seville's eyes seemed to be heavier and he looked extremely tired, but he still forced himself to tell the two of them about his troubles.

The witch hunter naturally would not dislike the commission of too much, Resor listened patiently.

"Since three months ago, nightmares suddenly entangled me, and I didn't give me any chance to relax until dawn in the early morning."

"I sleep poorly every night, and sometimes I wake up suddenly in the middle of the night. After a period of time, my physical health has been greatly affected."

"Can you imagine it? I used to be full of energy without sleeping for three days and three nights. The little squirrel of Mahakan, Seville Hogg, now I will doze off if I don't concentrate. I feel like I am no longer a strong dwarf, but a goblin in the Tyr Tosha Mountains."

"I ran all of Edsberg, and the doctors couldn't see anything wrong with it."

"I turned the whole house upside down and I couldn't find any weird signs. But I had a premonition that there must be something dirty hidden in my house, cursing me, corroding me, and making me restless."

"Ordinary people can't solve my problem at all, so Master Resso, please be sure to help me."

The dwarf had a sincere face, and his eyes looked at the witch hunter without any discrimination that was common in humans.

After hearing his statement, Resor lowered his head and thought, his carrot-like fingers gently tapping the tabletop. Roy tried to connect this matter with the known monster in his mind.

"Two hundred crowns."

Resor quoted the final price, which was twice as much as the hunting of the tomb witch in Kaye. The dwarf in front of him was obviously a guy who was not short of money, because the employer was poor and rich, and the witch hunter also had to "set a flexibly price".

Sure enough, Seville Hogg didn't make a bargain at all and agreed readily.

"Now take us to your house to see what's going on."

...

As the general agent of Edsberg's wine, Seville Hogg is rich in financial resources. His mansion is located in the wealthy area west of the city and is surrounded by four towers.

The rich area covers a wide area and is home to the well-known figures of Edsbo, such as Baron Tavik, weapons and ore merchants, wine merchants, and the density of patrols and greening facilities in this area are far beyond the civilian areas.

Behind the high walls to the west of the rich area is the vast Mahakan Mountain. Some bards joked that this mountain was the nobles who were stationed in Edsberg a long time ago and were built to prevent their troops from escaping.

The high walls of Seville's mansion were green inside and outside, and many dwarf guards with whips, giant axes and heavy hammers patrolling everywhere, with high alert.

The guards saw Seville bowing and saluting, with a heartfelt respect in their eyes.

"It seems that this guy has a high reputation among the dwarves."

Roy also noticed that in addition to the totem-like patterns on the exterior wall, there were also lifelike figures of the Prophet Rabida.

When the two entered the gate, Seville waved his hand and sent off the other subordinates, leaving the two with a quiet atmosphere that was undisturbed, and then yawned.

"After investigating the courtyard, you can go inside the house to check it out after a word. I am so sleepy that I may have to make up for it first." The nightmare made Seville's sleep quality extremely poor, and he had to take a nap when he was free.

After Seville left, the two quickly launched an investigation.

Resor roughly observed the structure of the courtyard. There was a small fountain in the center of the courtyard, and ornamental plants were planted on three sides.

There are also a large number of green potted plants more than one person tall connected to the end, and the city is surrounded by a maze-like fork.

A strange light flashed through his pupils, and then he began to search slowly in one direction.

Roy knew that the man had quietly turned on the senses of the witch hunter, and at this moment it was almost a radar that kept radiating microwaves outwards. He leaned forward and asked curiously, "I have always been very curious about how witch hunters search for traces of monsters."

Resor seemed extremely patient in the professional skills of the witch hunter and explained carefully, "The witch hunter has undergone mutations and has different perception methods than ordinary people. To be precise, we can re-express all the clues collected in vision, smell, and hearing through sensory reshaping."

"Sculpting into a blurry gas ribbon in front of you...a circle of invisible sound waves...a set of shallow footprints..."

“These can guide the direction.”

Resord paused, "The witch hunter's perception ability is very sharp, he can see farther, hear more clearly, and smells scents that ordinary people cannot detect."

"For example, the smell of blood left a few months ago, the body odor of monsters, the pungent perfume smell..."

"There is also the fragrance of fine wine that is dusty in the cellar." Roy couldn't help but interrupt.

"Yes, based on these clues, you can naturally find the culprit." Resor suddenly looked solemn and said to Roy solemnly, "But before you find suspicious traces and start tracking the clues, you'd better be able to tell what kind of enemy you are facing."

"Is it that you can deal with or can only look up to... If you make a mistake in your judgment, maybe you will face a terrifying existence and lose your life."

A trace of melancholy flashed through Resor's eyes, as if he had recalled something.

"To determine whether the target is accurate depends on the experience of the witch hunter. For example, the water ghost smells aquatic smell of water plants and fish. Where the ghouls appear, the rotten corpse will be left behind. The white widow will destroy the integrity of the ground and leave green mucus at the entrance of the tunnel. The griffin beast will only appear on the mountains..."

The witch hunter patiently guided with practical operations and patient explanations, while Roy listened, experienced and memorized desperately.

"After saying so much, little kid, can you give me a judgment and a guess based on my words and the clues in the courtyard?" Resor asked Roy a test expressionlessly.

Roy stroked his chin, passed the new knowledge in his mind, and hesitated, "My remarks are only aimed at the courtyard. I didn't find any strange footprints in my search just now. Then we can first rule out... Katakahn, a blood-sucking creature who is good at invisible and hypnotic, is suspected."

"Good memory." Resor said a rare compliment, "Excluding Katakarn, now go to the house to look for other possibilities."
Chapter completed!