After a while, Baron La Varedi led the Bobtail Tavern to the north.

"A glass of cider!" The young black-haired witch hunter rushed to the door of the tavern, walked to a round table in front of the counter, snapped his fingers at the hot-shaped female bartender, and sat next to the bald burly man who had been waiting beside him, snatched away the fragrant stew in front of him, and swallowed it up.

"Little devil, don't just eat, you're talking about the finishing work in the castle?" Resor had no choice but to drink dwarf spirits. The other three witch hunters and a thin boy sitting at the table also looked over, with curiosity on their eyes.

"In order to save Little Arian, I almost lost my life! No one can blame this debt, and Baron Baron can't do it!" Roy blinked at everyone, swallowed a piece of beef brisket the size of a fist, and threw a purse on the table.

"The reward is a lot of money."

Amid the crisp sound of the Crown Clash, the witch hunter with a gray hood next to him lit up his eyes. He opened his purse and counted it in a hurry, and his face soon turned dark.

"One hundred Oren, is this the wealth that the great Barron La Varredi promised to spend all his life? He treats us as beggars?"

"Of course it's far more than that... Although Baron Baron is irritable and looks down on civilians, his generosity is no less than Fultest. After all, I saved his eldest son!" Roy chewed the beef in big mouth, smiled with his teeth, took money to eliminate disasters for others, and he was at ease to collect money.

In fact, in the past few months, Baron Verrez, King Fultest, and Baron La Lavaredi have accumulated considerable wealth after solving the problems. Even if the huge expenses in the Vigima Forging School are deducted, there are nearly two thousand Oren.

"This bag of money is left for you to drink...there are nine hundred Oren, as usual, to me keep it. When we arrive at Novigre," Roy said longingly, "this saving will come in handy."

Resor thoughtfully when he heard it.

Oaks sighed exaggeratedly, and a hint of resentment flashed through his amber pupils.

He was afraid that he would not even get the money for wine, so he quickly held the bag with a precious place in his palm and muttered,

"Roy, you have to invite this meal!"

"Ox, have you lost your money?" Seret glared at his brother in dissatisfaction, snatched the wallet in his hand, and kept it in close proximity.

Then he turned to the young witch hunter, "Boy, I need an explanation. You disappeared inexplicably for an hour in the castle, and reappeared, and Arian La Varedi woke up almost at the same time. What happened to this hour?"

"Little devil, if we still think we are our own people," Resor smeared the wine stains on the corner of his mouth, "Don't hide everything in your heart."

Roy pursed his lips.

"If you are worried about implicating us, there is no need to..." Cat-span witch hunter Flius took off his sunglasses and glanced at Roy with his gray-green pupils. "My sword is enough to protect Carl..." He touched the head of the boy beside him, "I still owe you a favor..."

"It will affect the speed of the sword swing!"

"Okay!" Roy felt helpless and warm, "I'll tell you everything. But don't worry, the danger is over." The magic lamp on the ceiling shook off the blurred spots, the Rutchin in the bard's hand twirled the melodious melody, and the witch hunter began to tell a tortuous and bizarre story.

"During that time I disappeared, I was pulled into a game by a mysterious man named Gonte Odim, and the first intersection between me and him started with Edsberg..."

The witch hunter roughly explained the grudges and entanglements between himself and the mirror master.

In addition to concealing the experience of escalating and cutting off the arm and bleeding, and downplaying dangerous battles, the rest remained intact.

He also figured it out that Gonte Odim lost this game and could no longer poke his claws into the people around him, so there was no need to hide it.

...

"In the end, less than thirty seconds remained, I smashed the wall with the Alderfather Seal, released the water flow, and luckily caught the mirror master through the reflection of the water... I beat him!" Roy said slowly, with a hint of fear on his face.

This bet, a bloody lesson told him that things are changing rapidly, and don’t rely too much on the information in your mind to act recklessly.

"According to the contract, we will go all the threats, and from now on we will never have to worry about Master Mirror again."

As for Madame Lu Yisha's side, the witch hunter is another explanation - the invisible devil Shim in the dream is at work.

After listening to the story, Resor, the Oaks brothers, and the master and apprentice of Flius were all in silence.

There was a strange light flashing in everyone's eyes, and Carl was so surprised that he couldn't stop talking, as if he had heard a bedside story similar to the knight's attack on the evil dragon.

Master Mirror is an evil dragon, and his predecessor, Roy, the snake witch hunter, is the knight who fought against the evil dragon and saved humans.

"Boy, are you sure you didn't have a dream?"

"Maybe, a powerful existence created a dream and invited me in to have a fun game, and rescued Arian by the way." Roy glanced at an ancient red symbol on his right wrist, like a ball of thread formed by two semicircles twisted, which was extremely strange.

It is a mark and a talisman that lasts for ten years.

"Don't talk about dreams," Ox rubbed his chin and thought about the message he had just heard, "Satisfied all human desires, asked for the soul as a reward, waved his hand to make time still, and could still travel through the world... Even the legendary gods are just like this?"

"It's not necessarily a god." Seret proposed another possibility, looking up and down at the black-haired demon hunter, "I have heard similar legends somewhere...that thing, like most existing monsters, is a remnant of invading our world from other places through the intersection of the celestial balls...has all kinds of incredible powerful abilities."

The clasped index finger hit the little brother's strong chest muscles, and Seret wondered, "Bet on a bet with this transcendent existence, you are intact, your rib injuries are healed, right? What's the point? No one can beat it?"

"Of course it's here." Roy took a sip of cider, lit his temples, and joked with a casual look. "And the cat is favored by Chaos Energy, and has nine lives. I have two. If you don't believe it, you can ask Resso."

"You're just lucky to escape!"

The bald man immediately poured a bucket of cold water.

After leaving La Varedi Castle, he felt an unusual fatigue, and now it seems to be the sequelae of the spell cast by the Master Mirror.

His life is completely controlled by others, but he knows nothing, and even despair seems pale.

"Pull out the name and discuss it, it will likely attract the attention of that thing, for safety reasons," Resso looked solemn, "From today, no one will mention its name!"

As he finished speaking, the atmosphere at the wine table became heavy for a moment.

The pupils of several pairs of beastly animals slowly turned, and the witch hunter realized the imaginary danger contained in it, and fell into deep thought.

"Guys, don't be frowning all the time, affect the atmosphere! Are there fewer dangers we encounter? No matter what kind of existence it is and how powerful it is!" Oaks broke the silence and picked up the wine glass to the little brother of the Snake Sect. "Roy won a game and finally survived. Isn't it worth celebrating?"

"Shouldn't you be honored with a cup of winners?"

Several people exhaled when they heard this, stretched out their sorrows, and raised their cups.

"And I!" Carl stood on tiptoe excitedly and raised his cup of blueberry juice.

"Meow—" Golfin Black Cat drilled out of his hood and thrust his nose and meowed.

Six cups, one claw gently hit, crystal wine splashed, the aroma of wine and fruits filled the hearts, and the feeling of depression in everyone's hearts was wiped out.

"There's the end of the matter in the castle," Resor pondered, "Now that Arian is awake, Madame Luyisha should fulfill its promise, release the members of the Sea Scorpion Acrobatics Group, and give compensation."

"It's underway," Roy explained, "There will be news tomorrow afternoon. We should set off if we can't stay for a few days... My injuries have healed, so there is no need to delay any further."

He was also curious about how Barron and Lu Yisha, the noble nobleman, would compensate the civilians who were wronged by him.

Because of their selfishness and stupidity, the reorganized Sea Scorpion was broken and lost two members forever, Corinthian, the Fire Spitter and Amos, the Gent performer.

How should I calculate this account?

The coldness flashed through Dark Gold's pupils, maybe he had to take action.

...

After the small gathering in the tavern, four witch hunters led by Flius took the boy Carl away.

How boring is the witch hunter? Especially for old men over fifty-year-olds like Resor and Oaks, training apprentices is a great pleasure for them.

So they volunteered to help the rookie instructor, Catsman Flius, trained apprenticeship.

During this period, four big men have been training the thin boys in turn.

Roy, who was once under the oppression of Resso, conducted a dark and perverted training to squeeze out all the potential of his body.

He still remembers the torment, sourness and sorrow. But after a year of training, the foundation of this year's young witch hunter has been quite solid, and he can even stand alone in some aspects.

The three bigwigs of the Snake Sect almost let him go and ask for advice in more cases.

Now, the suffering he has endured has been doubled on Carl, and the thin boy has to face the four life mentors. What would that be a tragic situation?

Roy couldn't help but die for three minutes for Carl. He came to the stable behind the tavern with a snicker in his heart, added some peas to Brown Marvelt, patted his shiny mane, and took out his hood. After licking a few drops of strong wine, he began to shake his head and meowed Golfin Black Cat, holding it in his arms and rubbed it.

Although they have been neglecting their feelings recently, these two little guys have been extremely loyal to the witch hunter from beginning to end.

It doesn't need too much company, but it always responds with kindness.

After playing with the two friends for a while, Roy sat on the haystack in the stable, took out a cowhide notebook, and began to record all the information of the Baron's trip, the whole case, the negligence during the investigation, the pros and cons of the choices made, the mistakes made in the battle with the ghost in the maze, and the improvement of Gonte Odim's personal information,

"On October 23, 1261, Baron La Valerdi, Aaron broke the affair between Lu Yisha and King Fultest, and was deeply shocked and was seduced by the master of mirrors and fell into a dream... Gonte Odim, suspected--"

"Demon? God?"

"Almost omnipotent..."

"In terms of 'harvesting souls', it is strictly bound by contract... elsewhere, but it has a certain freedom of movement... For example, killing someone..."

He included this guy in the category of remnants, and his strength was ahead of the high-level vampire ruler and Shadow Elder.

After the record was completed, Roy took out the spoils of the trip to the maze—the information of the Flying Lion School, and looked at it carefully.

Why is it the recipe for the Flying Lion?

Roy knew about the ruins of the Wolf, Bear, and Griffon School, and that Cat Pian Flius was by his side and had the opportunity to exchange for the recipe.

But Flying Lion School, Zerekan and Hackland, far east of the Blue Mountains, had no idea about this and could not find a recipe.

Master Mirror saved him a lot of effort.

"Flying Lion School Green Grass Decoction Formula: Ordinary Grade Green, Blue, Red Mutation Inducer... Mother's Tears, Witch Herbs, Rye Worts, and ingredients are different from Snakes... No need for Griffon Mutation Inducer, then Golfin saved his life."

"Meow, Meow?"

Golfin Black Cat drilled out from behind the saddle bag, with a round, furry head placed on the owner's shoulder, and curiously turned her black eyes.

There is a big difference between the recipe of this Flying Lion and the Snake. The green mutation inducer that enhances physical fitness and potion tolerance occupies the majority, and the blue, strength, and agility red that enhances spirit are far inferior to the former.

The ratio of the three is approximately 6:1:1

If Roy takes the Flying Lion Decoction Medicine, his physique attributes will definitely be greatly improved. He will take more potions at one time, as long as he can survive. No one knows how dangerous it is to take the Green Grass Decoction Medicine twice.
To be continued...