Chapter 181: Tour from the King

"Is this the product of the blood of Yadan fused with the blood of the source warlock?"
　　 Cohen took a blood bottle and said suspiciously: "Felina...nothing has changed in this thing?"
　　 "...the product of the combination of two red liquids, do you still want them to turn green?" Fei Lina contemptuously asked.
　　 "No, I mean, it has to emit some light to be like alchemy."
　　 "You are such an old man..."
　　 "Haha, I haven't seen you for almost a week, of course I have to use jokes to adjust the atmosphere."
　　 Fei Lina was disdainful, but at the same time, she also felt that the direction of the magic in Cohen's body was a little strange, but it was very weak, and it was really unclear.
　　 Cohen smiled when he saw her, and looked at Feline’s broken arm with a little regret in his smile.
　　 "Felina, your arm..."
Fei Lina did not reveal any upset when she heard that, "The absence of an arm will not affect my work and life, not to mention... The biggest problem that Corvell has faced in hundreds of years has finally been solved, at the cost of losing her arm. , It's worth it."
　　 Cohen said: "Everything is the reward of your hard work."
　　 "No, all thanks to the prophesied Edward Roger."
　　 "Prophecy..." Cohen thought deeply, "It was that beautiful night. Did you mention the prediction of Coville a hundred years ago to me?"
　　 Fei Lina was taken aback, and immediately showed a disgusting expression, "Please don't mention that night again, let alone the beauty, that everything is a tragedy caused by alcohol."
　　 Cohen smiled and frowned, "I will be lost if you say that."
　　Felina pursed her lips and smiled as she looked at Cohen, and said, "Anyway, it seems that we can't believe this kind of prediction."
　　 Cohen sighed, "Anyway, you're fine...but I didn't expect that Mr. Charon is also dead. Don't get me wrong. I am not standing in the position of a vampire, but regretting the loss of a friend from a personal standpoint."
　　Feelina's expression flashed with anxiety, "Charon may not be dead."
"Oh?"
　　 "Only the remains of the Shadow Elders shattered into powder were found in Nottinglin Square, and Charon was not found."
　　 "In other words, he disappeared with Miss Origin Warlock and the "Edward Roger"?"
Facing Cohen’s question, Fei Lina could only say shallowly: "Everything happened too quickly and too vaguely. The last thing I saw was that the Elder Shadow rushed towards Edward Roger, and then my sight in the next second Blurred, the brain was dizzy, and when I opened my eyes again, they all disappeared."
　　 "It's something that can't be sorted out by common sense." Cohen shrugged.
　　 At this time, the big clock on the rear building rang at noon.
　　 "It's noon, I should go." Cohen turned around and boarded the carriage that was staying here.
　　 "Felina, thank you for your help."
　　 "Huh." Fei Lina smiled and waved at the old friend for many years, "Pay attention to your body, and hope your wish can be fulfilled."
"My wish... may really be fulfilled. Although Charon has been your enemy, the reagent he left behind is indeed miraculous. I'm talking about the syringe for me." Cohn said. Lina raised her eyebrows frivolously, "Just so, next time you are welcome to Novigrad, and goodbye my friend."
　　 He closed the door, and the carriage drove along the avenue.
　　 Fei Lina watched the carriage go away until she disappeared from her sight.
　　 At this time a warlock walked quickly from the street behind him and stopped her.
　　 "Master Ferina, the bishop has issued an order to postpone the afternoon meeting to the evening."
　　 "What's the reason?" Fei Lina was puzzled.
　　 "I heard that it is dealing with the legal issue of the folk vampire hunting team."
　　 "Vampire Hunting Team..." Fei Lina thought, and said, "Is that the new organization led by two hunters?"
　　 "Well, one is called Kakatri and the other is Jerry."
　　 "Also, the cult and military personnel do not have those hunter professions after all."
　　 Fei Lina sighed and stepped towards the bell tower behind.
　　 "Master Ferina... Excuse me... Do you have something on your mind?"
　　 "Mind?"
　　 "Well, I always feel that there is some uneasiness hidden in your eyes... If I am wrong, please forgive me."
　　Felina was silent, her mind...
　　If there is something in her mind, it should be that she perceives a strange magical power in Cohen. It is different from the heretical magical power that Cohen exudes when he came to Coveill, and is more like...
　　 Some kind of curse mixed with the unknown.
　　……
　　 "Little horse! Hurry up!"
　　 In the repair shop, Emily put a large box of waste materials on the table.
　　 "Sister... Brother Ma is gone, why can't I get my real name back?!" Xiao Ma lamented, looked at the objects he was repairing in his hand, and frowned.
　　 Emily brushed her hand and walked over to the call of a customer outside the store, not forgetting to turn her head and say, "Because Mr. Marger will be back sooner or later."
　　 "I'll be back sooner or later..." The little horse was stunned, "Is my old sister mad?"
　　 "Well, maybe not."
　　 Xiao Ma followed the voice and turned back, "Mr. Punk, when are you going to eat and drink for free at our house?"
　　Punker smiled, "Boy, if you don't have me, your business will go down sooner or later."
"what?"
　　 "Mr. Malger is not here, you cannot support this shop alone, so I have already figured out a way."
　　 Xiao Ma was poked in his heart. His craftsmanship really could not support the operation of this store, but the self-esteem left at the end of his adolescence made him not want to admit it.
"any solution?"
　　 "I started my side business, mainly engaged in catering and selling handmade products. I have found the manpower. I was the crew member who brought us here. After all, I have been in an individual business. This kind of thing is more familiar than your sisters and brothers."
　　 "...Does my sister know?"
　　 "She is immersed in the good news that Mr. Marger is not dead, and hasn't told her for the time being. I will talk about it when she regains her sense."
　　 "People who haven't seen a figure for a week...Where is the news?"
　　 "A lady named Jasmine, I have known each other."
　　 "Hmm..." The pony fell into deep thought, then raised his head and asked after a moment: "I always feel that there are other reasons for you to stay away..."
　　 "Cough!" Punk coughed with a guilty conscience, and then went to help Emily receive the guests.
　　 Xiao Ma looked suspicious, "Sure enough, it's not that simple."
　　……
　　 At Jasmine's house, Ke Min sat in the living room and looked upstairs impatiently.
　　 "These children are really noisy. I sympathize with you for having three children."
　　 Jasmine pursed her lips and smiled, "At least it's lively."
　　 Ke Min held the cup in both hands and drank his mouth water. After putting down the cup, he hesitated and asked, "So...that guy never appeared again?"
Jasmine bowed slightly, "Well, the last time I saw him was when you took him to Nottinglin Palace. He said in my ear that there was something upstairs for me, but when I saw it, it turned out to be a letter. "
　　 At this point, Jasmine laughed.
　　 Ke Min looked confused, "I don't understand why a letter can make you laugh?"
　　 Jasmine shook her head comfortably, got up and walked slowly to the high cabinet, took out a piece of letter paper from the drawer, and handed it to Ke Min.
　　 "Just look at it."
　　 "Well...that guy's letter is too scribbled." Ke Min murmured, and began to silently read the contents of the letter paper.
　　"Dear Miss Jasmine,
　　 I don’t know if the format of the letter is like this, I just wrote it that way anyway.
　　 There is something very unexpected and abrupt to tell you, I may be leaving.
　　 Going to Nottinglin here, there is a high probability that I will leave this place directly. Of course, there is no guarantee that there will be a small probability that I will come back, but I have to leave at the end. Isn't it the same when I write this stuff?
　　 Thank you for taking in for a long time, and thank you for the alchemy materials you sent me.
　　 There are several things that I must tell you.
Your son Tom’s skills are brilliant, and he is considered my enlightenment teacher on the road of becoming a thief. If you think that being a thief is not a promising career, then I suggest that before he reaches adulthood, you can use a stick called magic to spur him on his ass. Fight once in the morning and noon, so that you can't steal him from the shadow of childhood.
　　 Jack, that kid may have taken a fancy to Marfa. I think this marriage is reliable. This kid has no father or mother to bully, so he is a qualified husband.
But you have to pay close attention to Jack. This is my entrustment. Remember to train him according to my training. Once this kid feels his wings become hard and wants to go back to his hometown to go to the grave, please stop him. When can he break the stone outside the house? Let him go again.
Miss Emily, please tell her, if Marger is missing, it means that this guy has gone to learn from the experience, and will come back after ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties, but I don’t know if it’s five years or ten years. There are so many married girls, if she is lonely, she can marry at any time.
　　Also, let punk stop walking around and stay in Corvill at ease. This guy went to the underground black market with a reward order, leaving Corvill's dead end. As for the reason, you let him guess.
　　 Finally, please help me and Ke Min with a sentence, you really get sick if you wear it so little. In our hometown, there is a saying that sickness comes from the mouth, and the chest is also the mouth.
　　 That's all, I hope you live a peaceful life, on behalf of the Lord Triss, bless you.
　　Mask Butcher"
　　 Ke Min's eyes have turned into dead fish eyes...
　　 "How do you feel?" Jasmine asked.
　　 Ke Min sighed, "Ah... this guy... really poor."
　　 "That's right~"
　　 Then Jack ran downstairs from upstairs and ran towards the door.
　　 "What are you going to do?" Jasmine stopped him.
　　 Jack turned his head, his face was determined, "Chop the stone."
　　……
　　Novigrad, 27 Xianghua Street.
　　 Ronald was brewing coffee in the room, and half of the manuscript of the novel was on the table, when the door was snapped.
　　 He walked over and opened the door.
　　 A man with a bowler hat stood at the door.
　　 Ronald smiled and asked, "What's the matter, sir?"
　　 He took off his top hat. He was a young, yellow-skinned man with a ponytail, and his face was as delicate as a woman. If it weren't for his figure and the raised knot on his throat, I'm afraid no one would treat him as a man.
　　 "I want to talk to you." The man's eyes seemed to be able to speak, conveying his kindness.
　　 Ronald was in interest at this moment. He couldn't see through what was thinking in this person's mind, or there was a barrier preventing his own consciousness from invading his mind.
　　 Is another person in another world?
　　 The man smiled, "No need to think, you can't see through my thoughts, Master of Mirror."
　　 A trace of doubt flashed in Ronald's expression, and he immediately stepped away, "Please come in and talk."
　　 When the man entered the house, Ronald patted his palm.
　　 Time is still, the noisy street outside the house is quiet, the cockroaches flying on the wall inside the house stopped in the air, and the man also stood there.
Ronald walked up to him and looked at this man suspiciously. Unlike all other people he had ever touched, this man brought him an unprecedented sense of strangeness. From the time he saw his eyes Already have this strange feeling.
　　 Ronald walked into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee, held it in his hand while sipping while looking at the man, and flew away the obnoxious cockroaches stagnating in the air.
　　 The man suddenly moved, "You dare to touch... a cockroach."
　　 Ronald was surprised, staring blankly at the man's disgusting appearance from the cockroach.
　　 He scanned the surroundings and immediately walked out of the house, looking at the people standing still like statues. He was sure that time was still still.
　　 "No need to watch...I just acted with you." A man's voice came from the room.
　　 Ronald closed the door and walked into the room. Although he still maintained that calm face, his spirit was already extremely tense. This man surpassed his own laws and surpassed the common sense he knew.
　　 "Who is Mr.?"
　　 The man sat down unceremoniously, raised Erlang's legs, and pointed to the ceiling, "Hey~ what's on it?"
　　 "Is this a quiz?"
　　 "Count, but there is no reward for correct answers."
　　 Ronald experienced passivity for the first time, but he raised his mouth, "There are people like you in another world? Or are you the so-called god?"
　　 The man bent over and smiled, "Guess~"
　　 Ronald's eyes began to turn black, which was a sign of his revealing the demon, and slowly said: "Sir, I suggest you not consume my patience."
　　 The man raised his eyebrows and smiled, picked up the manuscript on the table, glanced twice and read casually: "The Demon Hunter Biography-The Last Fairy Tale... Um..."
He turned over the manuscript, let Ronald see the text above, and said: "My purpose is to understand the story of the protagonist of this novel, and a woman who has a relationship with the protagonist. On the other side of the sea, she is called As a source warlock, but what I want is a story that really happened."
　　 Ronald said: "This is very simple, but I..."
　　 "I will reach an agreement with you and give you things that are satisfactory." The man interrupted, grinning, "Please rest assured, I am very reasonable and I will not shame."
　　 "What are you in exchange for?" Ronald didn't ask for it this time, because he knew that the person sitting in front of him was at least equal to himself.
　　 "My identity."
The man said: "A king, he manages dozens or hundreds of cities and villages. It is impossible for the king to know the trivial things that happened in each area, such as...whether the cat in the suburbs of Uncle Wang's house died? The door is unlocked."
　　 "You seem to like storytelling very much." Ronald laughed.
"Please don't interrupt the passion of a creator." The man was dissatisfied and continued: "These trivial things, the king can't detect them, but once some strange or shocking things happen in the country, for example, a certain location In the village on the border of the country, there appeared an interesting... clown, or talent, that can please the king. These anecdotes will naturally spread to the king’s ears.

　　 "I think it's because this country is not big enough." Ronald commented with interest.
　　 The man nodded and said, "Indeed, even if all the milk tea in this country is collected, it will be enough to circle the earth."
　　 Ronald shook his head and smiled at this joke, "Sorry, I interrupted you again, please continue."
"The king knows an interesting person, what should he do next?" The man bent his hand on his cheek and smiled, "If it is the emperor of Nifogad, I think it should be for the soldier to ask that person. Come here, or ask someone to observe that funny guy first, but unfortunately...
This king is a lonely man. He has no army, no retainers, and no so-called enemies. He can only stay in the castle alone and spend hundreds of years and hundreds of years. All the wind depends on his senses. Perceive and experience, the people don’t even know the real person of the king, and no one has ever seen the king himself, even the lonely castle, no one can see, he has lived himself into a rumor, he can’t read the people His memory can only rely on his own legs to verify the authenticity of anecdotes. "
　　 After a moment of silence, Ronald opened his mouth and said: "It's really a weird story, Your Majesty."
　　 "No need to salute~"
　　 "Ha~" Ronald laughed, and then asked: "If Mr. Li Nuo is your citizen, then what am I?"
　　 The man thought and said, "The tallest and most prosperous Chitose tree in the village, or the fiercest beast on the border."
　　 "Wonderful metaphor." Ronald sighed: "Aren't you going to tell me your identity in a more direct way?"
The man smiled bitterly, "Because of some nasty rules I have set myself, some things cannot be said clearly... But you should also know who I am. In short, let’s get back to the topic, because there are two special [identity] people in the village. , That’s why I came to you, a person with heavenly eyes, to ask what those two people have experienced."
　　 Ronald nodded, "Well, since you have told me everything, I will also tell you about them."
　　 It is not long or short, ten minutes later, Ronald finished talking, the man pinched his chin and smashed his mouth.
　　 "Thank you for your explanation, Master of Mirror."
　　 The man got up and put on the top hat.
　　 Ronald said: "Your presence disrupted the agreement between me and Mr. Li Nuo."
　　 "It is indeed..." The man looked at Ronald and said, "But I won't let accidents happen. Everything should follow its proper path."
"Then what are you going to do? Erase my memory?" Ronald said and laughed, looking at the man like a joke. He is the supreme being in this world, and even people in another world cannot control him. Thinking.
　　 This is the usual thought of high-ranking people.
　　 "Remember that I just pointed to the top and asked you to guess the puzzle?" The man paused when he said, and said every word: "The answer is, I am far above you, Mr. Tree in the village."
Snapped……
　　 The man snapped his fingers.
　　 Ronald's eyes went dark.
　　 When he opened his eyes again, the black in his eyes had faded. He wondered why he stayed in the living room. He turned his head and glanced, and found that the manuscript on the table had moved. He also found that the coffee that was still being brewed was now poured into the cup.
　　 glanced around and noticed the cockroaches broken into pieces on the ground.
　　 a little strange climbed into my heart.
　　 He always feels that something has just happened.
　　 My own memory became confused in just a moment.
　　 Ronald looked for the anxiety, and immediately walked out of the room, looking at the bustling crowd outside the house, looking at the usual peaceful sky, he calmed down, went back to the house, picked up the cup, and took a sip of warm coffee.
"Yes, Not Bad."
　　 "......?"
　　 He always felt that something was wrong, and looked back at the door of the room, and pinched his eyebrows.
　　 "No, I think too much, that kind of situation can't happen."
　　……
　　Ps: Thanks for the thousand rewards for lovers of farming life~