The black raven of ill omen flew slowly beside a young man, spitting out human words.
"A recently born corpse baby is having an impact on the life of a rich man, how about if you go and help him with his troubles, not only will you get a large sum of money, but also the herbs, my friendship?"
This time, Eleazar didn't immediately balk either.
Seeing that there was something in play, Crow hastened to strike while the iron was hot and said, "The incident is local and won't take too long, simple and easy, the corpse babies, although godlike and elusive, are surely not much of a challenge for you, right!"
Eleazar stops in his tracks, turns his head to look at it, and suddenly reaches out with lightning speed.
"Quack!"
Amidst the scattering of feathers, Eleazar grasped the raven in his hand, held it flat to his eyes, looked into the pitch-black eyes the size of green beans, and said coldly:
"Payment in advance!"
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"Oops, it's a hedgehog type that puts up spikes to defend itself once it's threatened... very much like the style of the First Born."
A man in a white tuxedo shook a glass of red wine in a lavishly decorated room.
The little hedgehog's back was fading away in the crystal ball in front of her eyes.
Rhine stood up and gathered the books in front of her, then walked back out onto the balcony, looking down and examining the garden below for a moment.
Two maids were meticulously watering the plants, the liquid in the jugs blood red.
"Anna, go gather a copy of the Flame Flower."
"Yes, Master."
",? Or are you planning to make blazing boxes?"
Rhine took a guess.
He guessed right, Eleazar did intend to use 'Flame Flower' as the main ingredient to configure a magic potion, but it wasn't as advanced as the other party claimed.
Being screwed over once is enough, he'd be a fool to fall for it again.
For the third magic potion, he was going to configure an entry-level fire magic potion-
The energy intensity won't be that strong, and after absorbing it I guess having a level 2 is tops.
Whether the energy released was strong or not Eleazar didn't care, he was looking at fire resistance.
As a competent Witcher, he must never have a weakness.
According to the path of magic potions guided by the book, he needed to drink all the magic potions of all attributes in the early stage, as a way to generate various resistances and pave the way for his undead body in the future.
Witcher starts with a meat suit upfront...
Eleazar was a bit puzzled at first, but that's how all the previous generations grew up, and he just had to go along with it.
The order of their magical potions had been formulated long ago, like a tedious and complex technological line that strictly adhered to a certain law of lighting up one by one, and each stage could be replaced with a more advanced one, just like he was now replacing his starter magical potion with a beginner magical potion, or he switched to qi, earth, darkness, all of these...
But never replace the branch, he is now out of the full resistance meat suit, there must not be something else mixed in, once mixed with other branches, the meat suit this tech line directly scrapped can never be reversed.
It seems to be a magic potion formula with which Witcher ascended the mythos.
Contemplating this, Eleazar stops abruptly.
Although he was walking away, he didn't let his guard down.
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out, roaming birds were startled, leaves scattered, and hounds barked wildly.
Revolvers, of course, don't make such imposing noises.
It was a double-barreled shotgun, more than twice the caliber of a pistol, filled with more powder, and several times more powerful.
The open space to his side exploded into a crater on the spot, splattering mud and dirt.
"Stand still and crouch with your head in your hands!"
Eleazar inclines his head back slightly and realizes it's a cross-faced ranger.
The collar was wide open, revealing stray chest hairs and a menacing look.
Uncle Peek wasn't wrong, the other rangers simply weren't as nice as he was.
Eleazar slowly turned around.
"I'm not a poacher."
"I told you to get down!"
Eleazar, who was already in a bad mood, slowly clenched his fists.
"Crouch down right now, you hear me, or I'll shoot you in the head!"
"What if..."
No sooner had he finished his harsh words than his vision blurred, and the youth instantly appeared in front of him, half crouching, his robes falling slowly, while the barrel of his gun split in half from it.
"How are you going to collapse when you don't even have a gun?"
It was like an invisible hand strangling the throat, the forest ranger, who had just been fierce and vicious, directly turned pale, his teeth trembled, and he couldn't speak a complete sentence.
"Ghost... Ghost!"
"I'm human."
Eleazar spun around to his side in one swift motion, his arm rising as if knocking on a door, his curled knucklebones knocking heavily into the other man's head.
Memory Erasure Method (Physical)!
People like this unreasonable person deserve to suffer a little.
That ranger with a face full of flesh, his body stiffened on the spot, his eyes widened, his limbs straightened, and he fell backward with a loud bang.
The hound glanced at Eleazar with a warning look, tucked his tail in fear, and whimpered as he lay down, rolling his body over to reveal his soft belly.
Gathering up the bullying ranger, Eleazar slowly makes his way out of the hunting grounds.
Glancing at the estate in the distance, the crowds on both sides of the road were still cheering, not much different than when he first arrived.
I can't believe they're still racing. Is it that much fun?
Still not going over to bother the men, he made a wide circle back to the hillside.
"Fresh!"
At that moment, a shocking cloud-curbing eagle call came from the sky.
Eleazar looked up, his eyes squinting subconsciously and shielding his forehead with his hand again before he saw a fierce falcon pass overhead in the sunlight.
Something tied with a ribbon was thrown down.
Eleazar watched silently as the falcon disappeared into the distance, then looked at his feet again.
A budding crimson flower with petals shaped like burning flames, still freshly soiled and damp, with a ribbon tied around the root.
"Herbs falling from the sky! There's such a good thing?"
Eleazar muttered, picking the flaming flower up.
He knew in his heart of hearts that it was the Druids of the Natural Order who paid the reward.
Of course, he could have defaulted and bought a ticket and gotten away with it.
But Eleazar understands that it's only a matter of time before people find out who he is.
Even his biggest secret has already been discovered by others.
This sect was just as described in the books, preferring to watch everything calmly from the shadows, intervening to regulate from time to time, and firmly grasping the so-called balance.
, which originally represented only jungles and water and earth and wood in the occult, is now defined by this sect as environment and ecology, which means that they intend to meddle with the whole world.
How wildly ambitious!
Eleazar silently picks up the flaming flower, examines it carefully, and after realizing there is nothing wrong with it, unties the ribbon and is about to throw it away when he puts it under his nose and sniffs it again.
A light body scent, then an incredibly complex mix of floral, herbaceous, and woody scents, and a faint scent of blood and rich soil.
It was a woman, walking through a garden planted with a great deal of magical plants, and perhaps watering the plants with some magical blood before, half crouching on the soil, pulling up the flaming flowers, and then in the process pulling out the ribbons from her body and tying them on, and summoning the falcon to carry them away.