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

"Dance Star... Two," the young man weighed a green glass jar with both hands, threw it into the air, and then fell down. His hands tightly and stretched, and the earth jar disappeared strangely.

His eyes turned to a small blue jar wrapped in yellow rubber bands.

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

With a little finger, half a fist-sized transparent glass jar disappeared.

"Dream of Dragons..."

"Two swallows..."

"Five numbing poisons, five calendula potions..." The well-proportioned and powerful palms passed by a row of potions that were as clear and transparent as crystal, and a row of light yellow potions.

"There are all things." Roy looked at the man who was meditating in front of the alchemy platform, and a smile of relief appeared on his face. For a whole week, he and the witch hunter were alchemy day and night, and finally replenished the vacant alchemy items.

During this period, they retrieved customized crossbow arrows and maintenance weapons from the blacksmith shop, and retrieved a complete set of leather armor from the garment shop, which was simpler than he thought.

Next, we should prepare for the green grass trial...

"Okay, little dear, there's nothing you have to do with you." The witch hunter finished meditation and a trace of solemnity flashed across his rocky cheeks. "I have to stay in the alchemy room for three days and focus on the ingredients for the decoction of green grass. Remember, don't bother me."

"As for you... taking this time to go around Elland, or visit the Sea Scorpion Acrobatics Group at the Temple of Meritelli..."

Roy breathed a sigh of relief. If he continued, maybe he was going to be driven crazy, but he couldn't stop his curiosity about the decoction of green grass. "In fact, the work of doing chores can be handed over to me."

"You can't interfere with your alchemy level..." The witch hunter refused decisively, "And the decoction of green grass is important. There must be no mistakes in every step, otherwise it will become an absolutely deadly poison."

Roy became more and more nervous after hearing this, "But why did you have to go to the temple to swallow it?"

"Little devil, you made a mistake..." The witch hunter said heavily, "Once the green grass decoction medicine is cooked, it must be taken and injected immediately. In the next few days, I will only fine-tune the herbs. It is not yet time to cook them formally."

"The reason I put this step in the Temple of the Temple of Meritelli," explained the Witchhunter, "because the high priest Nannik there has a top greenhouse pharmacy, which cultivates several herbs necessary for herbs. In addition, there are various complete alchemy instruments there, and the warlock who assists you in the trial should also ask her."

"What if she doesn't agree?"

"She owes me a favor...I have other bargaining chips." The witch hunter said confidently, "She will agree."

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

...

The fourteen-year-old boy walked out of the simple alchemy room in black leather armor and was full of sweat and energetic.

It was early morning, with the sun shining warmly, and the streets of Ayrland were crowded. Compared with the residents of rural villages and small cities, the residents here dressed more fashionable. They were no longer monotonous gray and black, filled with bright colors. They were decorated with hats, necklaces, rings, belts, and headbands.

This is a city full of vitality.

Roy took a deep breath, stretched with a bright smile, and felt like he was alive again. If he had gone straight to the tavern to spend the gunt, but now he had a more urgent impulse. He finally got rid of the limitations of the witch hunter, so he naturally had to try to complete the commission independently.

On the spacious and neat street, the boy didn't take a few steps, suddenly a woman with heavy makeup and charming figure hooked her hands at him, with an ambiguous smile on her pretty face, and her hair was swaying on her shoulders.

Roy stared at the woman, then quickly turned his face and quickly left.

In this world, girls will tie their hair up, married women will cover their hair with a hamper or a turban, noble women will curl their hair into various styles, female warriors will cut their hair short, and only druids and sorcerers and - prostitutes - will keep their hairstyle natural to emphasize their independence and freedom.

The woman on the street is obviously the last one.

Roy did not want to develop bad habits and insisted on them.

...

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

The originally ambitious boy stared at the few wrinkled commissions, and his face suddenly collapsed.

"What do you mean by... well... looking for the lost cat?" He shook his head in disgust. "I'm not a firefighter, I don't have that patience."

"I suspect there is a third party, find out the evidence of my husband's affair?" the young man complained, "Why don't you fight too much for a tit, and you can also raise a novice face and have a 'romantic affair'?"

"Care for paralyzed aunties? Sorry, I didn't master the nanny skills..."

"Well..." His eyes turned to the lower right corner, locking the last brand new commission. Roy finally had a bit of solemn expression on his face, "Missing son?"

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

"Look here! One hundred thousand is urgent, please!

Bounty Hunter, witch hunter, no matter who you are, Old Hack has a job worth 150 kroners for you-"

"My dearest son, eighteen-year-old Basher evaporated from the world after fishing by the river in the suburbs... If anyone is willing to find me, you can come to the bakery east of Elland City to talk... I hope you are a veteran, please don't disturb the liar!"

Outside the suburbs, fishing, missing.

Roy touched his chin and thought for a moment. The scope of the commission seemed to be a bit large. It was not necessarily a monster at work... but it was the most reliable commission at present.

Then go and have a look!

...

In the amazingly popular bakery, the fifty-two-year-old Huck was putting the dough that had finally fermented and plastic surgery one by one into a huge oval arched oven.

The code is neatly arranged.

Old Hack has run a bakery in Elland for more than 20 years, and at least one-third of the locals have visited his shop. In the past, every time he placed the dough in the oven was his happiest time, as if he watched his children go from aged to mature, with a perfect taste and taste. Every bead of sweat on his thin and shriveled face would smile.

But in the past two days, his face was as gloomy as if he was about to drip water. No matter how cute the bread was, how could he compare to his close relatives?

When I think of my missing son,

His thin body began to tremble involuntarily, his nose was sore, his eyes were red, and he couldn't help but hold his head and cry. Old Huck knew very well that those who disappeared in Elland usually had only two consequences, either turned into corpses or incomplete corpses.

Less than one ten that can survive.

"Search in the afternoon, and then search in the evening!"

"May I ask, are you the bakery owner Hack?" The sudden inquiry behind him woke him up from his painful imagination.

Old Hack was shocked and took off his gray gloves, "Yes, but the kitchen is not where you should come. If you want to buy bread and go to the front hall to talk."

"The price of the old Hack bakery is fair. 20 copper coins are enough for you to have a full meal, without any scattered chips, alum, clay and other messy things, pure bread," he subconsciously said the rhetoric of dealing with new customers. "You can also bring some flour, rye, barley, and oat flour. I will keep some of it and make most of it for you to make bread."

"Sorry, I'm not a customer who buys bread." The young man noticed the other party's bloodshot eyes and thin white clothes, and smiled gently, "Boss Hack, my name is Roy, a demon hunter. I noticed the commission you posted in the center of the city, and came to ask about the specific situation and solve your problems."

The man looked at the sluggish and looked the boy up and down again: he was wearing the sewn black one-piece leather jacket and knee-length boots, and his workmanship was slightly rough.

The carefully combed short black hair, straight nose bridge, and deep black eyes are a little handsome but not cold to make people feel that they are too cold to be close to. His figure is tall and well-proportioned, his muscles are strong and obvious, and his height is about 5.6 hours (1.7 meters). However, his smooth skin, his smooth chin and a ray of childishness in his facial features still reveal his real age. No matter how you look at it, it is no more than fifteen years old!

He waved his hand impatiently, "Little brother, don't joke with me! The experienced witch hunter and bounty hunter I'm looking for. It's not a child with no hair growing..."

"And now there is no apprenticeship, and no one needs help catching mice."

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two repeated sounds in succession, and two more weapons were added to the wooden square table that was originally used to knead the dough, a delicate crossbow and a steel sword flashing with cold light.

Old Hack was shocked and hurriedly took two steps back, picking up the rolling pin next to him.

"Relax, if I came to rob, you are now lying flat like bread. Let me tell you a fact." Roy was very satisfied with the other party's performance and said nonsense, "Because of the elves' bloodline, I look younger, and my actual age is over fifty years old... I have no less than a hundred commissions."

As he said that, he took out the tip of his ear under his hair and showed it for a second. As soon as the old Huck looked around, he took it back and said seriously,

"Your son's disappearance is strange, right? So you need an experienced witch hunter. And the sooner you find him, the greater the probability of survival. Do you want to give up this opportunity? Wait for another witch hunter, maybe you won't have a letter for a month."

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

"This trip is not to ask you for advance payment, tell me more specific information." The boy raised his chest and looked up with confidence, approaching him with a step closer, "I can't help you find Basher, I won't take any penny!"

The bakery owner's wrinkled face finally stretched out. He said this, so why not tell the other party? He didn't lose anyway, so he could have a free helper.

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

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

"I've had dinner, let's talk less nonsense!" The boy wrapped his hands around his chest and looked stern, trying to make himself look more majestic.

"But why are your eyes different from other witch hunters? Don't they say 'beast', but you look no different from us?"

"Because I have elf blood... I bet the witch hunters you have seen before were transformed by humans." The young man stared at him with bright eyes, his words full of power, "Go straight to the point!"

"Okay, then I'll just say it." Old Hak wiped his forehead and cheeks with a sweat towel, temporarily dispelling his doubts in his heart, and said slowly, "The missing person is called Basher, my son, he is just eighteen years old this year..."

"There is no need to say more about what is recorded on the entrustment form... When was the exact time and where was it missing?"

"The day before yesterday, on December 27, at about one o'clock, Basher took his fishing rod to the Wigan River outside the south gate of Ellander to fish... It is an old place. He has to sit on the stone for a long time every two weeks, which is his only hobby!"

"My poor child is still unmarried and lives with me, and there is no other place to go." Old Hack sighed, "In the past, he would have been home before seven o'clock."

"But he hadn't come home at nine o'clock that night," Huck couldn't help but clench his fist and knocked on the armrest of the chair. A hint of fear flashed across his dry cheeks. "I knew something must be wrong! Elland had to be a curfew at nine o'clock!"

"It is also possible to spend the night at a friend's house," Roy guessed. "Isn't it normal for an adult to spend the night outside occasionally?"

"I asked all his friends, but no one saw him!" Huck said worriedly, "I even spent a lot of money to inquire about all the guards on duty that day. The child did leave the city gate at about 1:00 pm, but he did not return to the city!"

"Airland has a large population, and the guard may not notice it..."

"No, no!" Hack stressed, "I have conclusive evidence...I found his fishing rod by the river, which was tied with a red cloth strip, which was the one he had used for ten years. He loved the most 'Emti'.

"But there are only things, but no one is seen!"

"Except 'Emti'..." Roy asked, "Didn't you find any clues by the river? Bloodstains, strips of cloth, and items you carry with you?"
To be continued...