The wind that brushed his cheeks suddenly became cold, and seemed to sweep away the thin air, giving people the illusion that they couldn't breathe.

In front of me was a dense stone monument, the layers of dark gray, like a dim dark cloud, weighing heavily on my heart.

It's overgrown with weeds and left unattended.

I walked in slowly, reading the names on the stele one by one, even though ...... There are a lot of them that I don't even have a good impression of.

But......

When I got to the middle of the cemetery, I saw the name of Master Bouz.

His stele is carved with a cross, which looks simple and holy. I squatted down, suddenly a little incredulous, and inexplicably ...... And rightfully so.

The old man who has always been difficult to do, the old man who always tells me to do this and that, my ...... Teacher Enlightenment, at this moment, is buried here, and maybe even his corpse...... It's all turned to black dirt.

I felt as if my strength had been drained in an instant, and my body was uncontrollable, and I fell in front of the tombstone all at once, and the black dirt stained my clothes, leaving a dark stain.

At noon, the sun that climbed overhead poured into the cemetery, and it was so hot that I felt ...... It's still empty...... And deserted.

☆★☆

A sudden fire engulfed the entire Panson Welfare Home.

The dean, the correctional teachers, and the children who grew up in the orphanage were all burned together.

-- Even the mercenaries hired by the director to protect the orphanage were not spared.

And the previous threatening letter and disappearance case, along with the demise of the welfare home, has forever become an unsolved mystery.

After leaving the old site of the Panson Welfare Home, I heard about it.

I didn't find Xavier's name among those tombstones, maybe ...... That's that little possibility, maybe Xavier isn't dead, he just doesn't know where he is right now.

Thinking about this, I feel that my spirit, which has been a little sluggish, is a little better.

Yes, I should have gone to Xavier.

And then...... Find out the reasons and truths for this series of events for the students of Panson Welfare Institute.

☆★☆

I came to the place where Darcy Pharmacist taught us a course in herbology.

When Panson caught fire, I was in a hurry, and I was placed under house arrest in the Northern Forest by Master Herb for three years. Now, I don't have any identification, and naturally I can't register with the mercenary union, I think...... He should be able to get one for me on the black market.

Through the thin wooden door, I heard the voice of Darcy Apothecary. Heard what he had told us, all the glorious deeds he had experienced in the mercenary group.

His teaching is still so unrigorous, and the order is still reversed.

When the classes were over and the students came out of the room, I fastened the neckline of my clothes up, covered half of my face, and slowly walked in through the side door.

Darcy was cleaning up the mess of potions on the table, and as if he heard footsteps, he looked up and saw me.

"You ......"

He spoke, his expression a little confused.

Hopefully he'd better not recognize me so I can save some trouble.

"Darcy Pharmacist." Glancing at his familiar face, I lowered my head and took out two thousand marks and placed them on the table.

"Are you going to study herbalism?" He rubbed his hands together and laughed.

I shook my head: "My name is Kolo, I need a form of identification." ”

The smile on his lips deepened, and he stretched out his hand, took out the two thousand marks from under my hand, counted them with great speed, and then said to me with satisfaction, "Add another five hundred, and take it in three days, and I promise it to be the same as the real thing." ”

"Okay."

Three years ago, I knew that he would take on the black job of forging his identity certificate, but I never thought that I would ask him to do such a thing one day.

After finishing this qiē, the 5,000 marks left to me by Master Herb were just over 1,000 mark, and I thought that after I got my identification, I should immediately go to the mercenary guild to receive a mission, or join a mercenary group directly. Otherwise...... It won't be long before I can't even afford to eat the cheapest polk beans.

☆★☆

Three days passed quickly, and the identification certificate that Darcy had given me was indeed fake, and with it, I could finally register with the Mercenary Guild.

The registration process is not cumbersome, and after testing my magical abilities, I am considered a full-fledged mercenary, and as a mage, I don't even need to print all my clothes on the mercenary guild badge like a fighter.

Most mercenary groups recruit new members in the summer, and now, there is still more than a month left before the summer. During this time, I saw that I could only take on short-term tasks that could be completed by one person.

☆★☆

Healing Mages are more support-oriented, so they are limited in what they can do.

I chose some missions that were close to the suburbs and more remote towns, so that I could collect some herbs and make potions while completing the tasks, and then sell them to the city clinics.

After a few days of missions, I found them to be really strange.

- There is a girl who loves beauty, and I hope that the healing magician can tailor the most suitable beauty potion for her.

- A wealthy manor who wants the healing mage to solve the problem of chickens on his manor not laying eggs.

- There is an elderly fighter who wants the healing mage to give him a potion that can kill instantly, so that he will no longer suffer from the pain of old age.

The more I do this kind of task, the more helpless I become. Making zuò beauty potions is also acceptable, but after these ...... It's so indescribable, only speechless.

The so-called chickens that "don't lay eggs" that the lord of the manor showed me turned out to be all male chickens, and male chickens naturally don't lay eggs, this is God's arrangement, it is a natural physiological structure, and even a healing magician can't change it.

And giving a living person an instant death potion, satisfying his wish for "euthanasia" is completely unimaginable - this is also a violation of the principles of healing magicians.

I'm starting to frantically hope that summer will come soon, no matter which mercenary group it is, as long as I am allowed to join, it will be easy to say.

☆★☆

In order to provide the medicine that the hospital asked me to buy, although I didn't take any tasks today, I still went to the western suburbs where I often came to collect medicine. The vegetation is abundant there, and many useful herbs can be harvested.

Walking along the left side of the avenue, I saw elms growing here and there in the meadow, and I carefully uprooted them and put them in the pocket with the herbs.

Suddenly, there was a strong impact of something in front of me, followed by a shrill scream and a strong smell of blood wafting through the air.

I felt a large number of escaping wind elements suddenly appear around me, and when I looked up, there seemed to be an accident not far away, crashing into a tree next to the road, and some people with blood on their bodies were struggling to climb out of the scrapped traffic vehicle.

I stepped forward and saw a man with a golden coat of arms on his shoulder and a very richly dressed man sending a blue flare to the sky.

Have you already summoned the mercenary group? Maybe I don't have to?

But...... Screams rang out one after another, desperately trying to get into my ears. I couldn't bear it, hesitated for a moment, and walked over.

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