Chapter 3: Pulling silk and peeling cocoons

Roy silencedly touched the empty laboratory bench in front of him.

There are five more bright and green herbs on the stage.

"Look, do you recognize me?"

Reso, Kaiyan, and three warlocks, who are best at alchemy, each took one.

Observe, touch, and perceive the smell.

Five minutes later.

Collectively fell into a petrochemical state.

"I think I am already familiar with all the medicinal herbs in the world, but I didn't expect to be passed by you, a stinky boy!" The alchemist cleverly pinched the herbs with light blue squirt leaves in his hand. "Even I can't recognize this herb, so there is only one possibility."

"It's called Death Knives, it's highly toxic, be careful." Roy's eyes flashed past the four herbs one by one, "Neen root, bubble grass, blood crown, and blood thorn vine, all produced in the Snowmanling of the Sky."

"No, I have to go back and study immediately!" Kalkstan seemed to have an addiction attack, his whole body was cramped, his face was full of fever, and his cheeks were like chrysanthemums in bloom. "Herbs from another world, different medicinal properties, meaning inspiration and a lot of innovation! With them, I will create a unique alchemy potion in this world!"

Resor and Kaiyan's breathing begins to worsen. No one is obsessed with a brand new herb, either alchemist or botanist.

"Evelyn will definitely be fascinated by them." Kaiyan thought of something again, and a sweet smile appeared on his cheeks covered with scarlet scars.

"Don't be impatient, everyone!" said Roy. "My surprise hasn't been finished yet. Don't you want to continue listening?"

"There are other herbs!" The alchemist was shocked.

On the other hand, women's focus is not on this at all.

Trische Yaku's eyes stared at Rita Need, and a hint of envy appeared on his pretty face.

"So, you already know this? He's back from another world?"

"Of course..." Rita Need nodded, his hair jumped mischievously on his shoulders, and the smile on his lips was proud and showing off a little, as if he was complaining to his best friend, "Last night, he told me everything he should have told me clearly what he should have done and what he shouldn't have done. Otherwise he wouldn't have come today!"

Tris took a deep breath, lowered her head and pinched the amulet with a dull look on her face.

...

"Okay, we believe your explanation." Cohen asked, "but how can you go to another world?"

"Is it happening in Sintra Castle right?" Maojiu's pupils shining under her sunglasses, guessing, "Tris remembered that several men attacked you at that time. They got you to that Tamriel?"

Roy looked at the red-haired sorcerer behind the crowd, and saw that she was unscathed, and he focused his attention.

The sorcerer felt his gaze and smiled softly at him.

"I don't know why, they didn't kill me, but cleared my memory."

There was an unconcealed bitterness in the smile.

Roy fell into deep thought after hearing this, and then slowly recalled it.

"You don't need to recall, I will add to the places you forgot. That day, we entered the castle together to find Xiri, but we were stopped by four people halfway through. As for their identities..." Roy's voice hesitated, as if he remembered some unbearable past.

Coral immediately gently held his hand in his palm and comforted him.

"Their identities are extraordinary." Roy's voice was low, with a gritting smell. "I believe everyone present has heard of their name."

"I'm worried that they will follow the clues to the Gawain House. That's why they called everyone to the Valley of Nine in Tosent thousands of miles away."

"After all, they don't know that I'm back now. I luckily found a powerful master from Skyrim Province for help, and with the help of his space spell, I escaped."

In fact, Roy teleported back with his own strength with the Gate of the World.

But the Gate of the World involves ancient blood and is too involved. He does not intend to disclose it to everyone at present.

...

"Little devil, it's not like your style," the bald man patted his shoulder lightly with encouragement. "Do you remember, you have killed the evil god projection in Vigima, and fought against the legendary demon in La Varedi. Who can make you so afraid?"

"Boy, have you forgotten how you promised?" Ox frowned and shouted in a rough voice, "Don't hide anything anymore! Don't hide everything and face danger alone, why are you hesitating now? Do you want to break your promise?"

"You misunderstood, I'm just thinking about how to explain." Roy took a deep breath, his eyes slowly swept across everyone's expectant faces. "The four people who attacked me are named Elan, Ivar Evil Eyes, Aiga, and Anahad."

Roy's voice fell.

In a moment.

The entire laboratory fell into a strange silence, and all the sounds disappeared.

The surprised expressions on the faces of the ten demon hunters were frozen, and they clenched their fists at the same time, as if they were being held back by someone's throat and could not speak for a long time.

In the laboratory, you can only hear the sound of your heart pounding.

a long time.

"Master Ivar, how could that be..." A strong questioning burned in Seret's amber's pupils, staring at Roy, trying to see a trace of guilt on his face.

But only firmness.

"Master Aiga...a name that is far away and familiar..." Weissemil closed his eyes, his weather-beaten face was strange, mixed with relief and shock. "The set of wolf school drawings we found in Kyle Mohan were derived from the equipment he left behind."

"As for Anahad, I met him hundreds of years ago, the founder of the Xiong School, a tall man with cold eyes."

"Ivar Evil Eye Grandmaster, who rebelled from the Bear School led by Anaharol, founded the Viper School in Gusved." Resso's eyes flashed with reverence. "After decades ago, Teacher Ivar left Kogrim with instructions to find a blueprint for the equipment of the Snakes, he was also missing. Later, Berenkar seemed to have said that he appeared in Aden."

"Since many years ago, Kyle Siren, the Griffon Academy was destroyed by the Great Avalanche in the Dragon Mountains, Grand Master Elland left a book of "The Book of Shadows" and began to wander around the world." Cohen recalled, "In the Battle of Manada, he seemed to have appeared and met Jeron."

"The Grand Master of the Demon Hunter, the first generation of the Demon Hunter, has all been missing in recent years," Serrit concluded.

"Their combat effectiveness is unquestionable. After all, they have experienced mortality rates and the pain is far beyond the repeated transformation of ordinary grass trials."

"But why they got together, how did Ivar and Anahad live peacefully together, the traditional enemy? Since Grand Master Ivar is still alive, why didn't he come to see us for so many years?"

"The reason is very simple!" The bald man slapped the table with his thick palm, his eyes full of confidence. "We made speculation when we inferred that Elland appeared in the Battle of Manada and met with Jeron Molu of the Griffon Sect. Some powerful force controlled Elland's Grandmaster."

"And further infer that since the masters of the Wolf Sect, Snake Sect and Bear Sect are also unknown, are they also under control?"

"Doesn't the little ghost's remarks confirm this speculation now!"

Everyone present was shocked, as if they had witnessed a broken puzzle pieced together, showing the magnificent landscape.

They felt a sudden realization and were eager to continue to piece it together.

...

"What is their purpose?" Kaiyan couldn't understand. "The four great masters joined forces to frequently appear on the battlefields of Manada and Sintra, and finally sniping Roy in Sintra Castle?"

"What kind of powerful existence can control the four witch hunters."

"Resor was wrong," Roy shook his head and threw out another verbal bomb. "The four masters were never controlled from beginning to end. This was what they admitted to me in person, and they seemed to have volunteered to join a mysterious organization."

"As for their frequent appearance on the battlefield, I suspect it has something to do with the souls of the soldiers who died on the battlefield!"

"In addition, they thought I accidentally took away a certain artifact, so they attacked me."

Roy thought of something they called the fragment of the Supreme.

No matter where it comes from, it is now a template that belongs to itself and is bound to its own soul.

No one can take it away from his own hands!

"Four great masters, join forces to shuttle through the battlefield to collect souls for a certain organization?" Oaks blurted out, then shrank his neck, as if a cold wind was pouring in from the back of his neck, and muttered in a low voice, "It sounds quite evil, but this does not conform to Teacher Ivar's style of doing things. What goal will he achieve in the end?"

"I don't know that," Roy said. "They thought I was a hindrance, so they took measures to exile me to another world."

At that time, Roy was still in a state of slow resurrection and could not see the methods of the four great masters.

When everyone heard this, a hint of pity appeared on their faces.

To some extent, exile is more terrifying than death.

This brother must have had some bad experiences.

"Putting people to another world sounds a bit like a magic call that the Brotherhood explicitly forbids," Tris frowned slightly, guessing.

"They may have used some kind of tool, too," Cohen added another corner to the puzzle. "We found the wishing bottle of the imprisoned Dijin in the Heinkawich Fortress on Mount Amer. Dijin can predict war and have the ability to exile, right?"

...

"The four great masters actually revealed so much information to you?" Maojiu raised his eyebrows in surprise, "If it were me, I would definitely take action directly and let you be reborn as soon as possible!"

"At the beginning, Grand Master Ivar was quite gentle to me and wanted to discuss with me and negotiate terms." Roy pursed his lips and sighed, "Aga, Elan, too, is very rational and restrained."

Resor, Oaks, Threate and other members of the Snake Sect breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.

If in my memory, the venerable and admirable Ivar Evil Eye who vowed to expel the wild hunter and restore peace to the world, turned into a scum who killed innocent people!

They don't know how to deal with it.

"But Anahad of the Bear School has taken a terrible attack on me!"

Roy clearly remembers the feeling of being dismembered by broadsword and death.

Whether Anahad is a grandmaster or something else.

This life must be recovered!

"I have heard of all kinds of rumors about the Bear School, cold-blooded and ruthless, without any mercy or mercy," Lambert shook his head, "It's not surprising that Anahad does this. But don't worry, boy."

"The Brotherhood of the Witcher will avenge you!"
To be continued...