The bulletin looked very shabby, and while it was brand new among the many neglected pages, it had been there for at least a few months. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info such a monster bounty, in this village where there are no witchers, I'm afraid that no one will take it down until winter.

Ogast unveiled the bounty, and the bounty of 200 gold was enough for everyone to reach Styel.

Bounty hunters who don't know how to do magic will need to prepare a scroll of fading to let them exit the untouchable state of nothingness when dealing with wraiths. The scrolls are easy to use and allow ordinary people to use esoteric magic. They are made of ink ground from the Bright Moon Stone, and use many incomprehensible geometric patterns to mimic the movement of the Arcane in the hands of a mage. When the user pulls the string wrapped around the scroll, a small mechanism design is triggered that connects the entire magic circle. The more powerful the magic, the higher the requirements for the quality of the Haoyueshi in the ink, and the difficulty of making it is also progressive.

There are many forbidden large-scale ritual destruction scrolls, which can be bought for 20,000 gold coins. But fortunately, there are mages by Ogst's side, and there are two, so there is no need to worry about the little fading technique. Even without the help of magic, the Sword of the Sages is powerful enough to send resentful souls away.

However, what needs to be worried is whether this Wraith's surprise sneak attack will succeed, and the Demon Hunter usually does not go to the location where the Wraith haunts him to die. They investigate the true identity of the wraith, and then take the initiative in the battle by burning his body and desecrating the wraith's personal belongings to force him to appear at a disadvantaged time and place.

It seems that you have everything you need, but all you need to do now is contact the village chief "Felix Beal" who posted the notice.

The other three, Klinos, Ebner, and Abel. They don't think much about making money, and going out on the streets is the purpose of their trip. The daytime in the village should be very calm, everyone goes to work in the fields, and only the dogs and children stay at home.

Occasionally, a woman in a torn apron hurried out to hang up her clothes, and when she turned around, the child who had just completed the moon in the house was crying, and she had to hurry back to see it. Some children sang nursery rhymes and ran around on uneven dirt roads.

The lyrics sing:

Once upon a time there was Emperor Miles

His sons and grandsons all fell ill and died

There are no children and illegitimate children

Disputes over the throne lead to trouble

The evil bird eagle is called McGee

Sweep away all the elders of the council

......

Before the song was finished, the woman ran out of the house, and took the boy by the ear and cursed.

"Didn't I tell you not to sing this?

The children behind him were all terrified, and they felt that there was nothing more terrifying than this babbling woman.

As they walked, the three of them came across a small shop called "Witchcraft and Medicinal Herbs". On the wooden board at the door were written some words, presumably to buy all kinds of herbs, presumably a grocery store selling witchcraft supplies and herbs.

Abel didn't think about it, and pushed the door open. What came out to greet them was a strong smell of herbs, and I was afraid that a candle could make this place explode, of course, this was just a fantasy. The scents in the air are mint, lavender, jasmine, agarwood. But when they are mixed up, the taste is not flattering.

In addition to the aroma that borders on gagging, there are many other flavors here. I can't tell what it is, but it doesn't smell good. The room was filled with fresh herbs and quirky ornaments, including necklaces made of teeth and bracelets made of bones. On the shelves are large bags and small bags, bottles and cans that I don't know what they are. There were some herbs hanging from the roof, and it looked like garlic, elf ears, curtains in front of the windows, and so on. There is no empty space in the whole field of vision, it is all occupied by this.

All three of them thought that the owner of the shop must be a strange man in a dark robe.

Abel and Ebner look around a dragon wood carving, the statue is only the size of a palm. But each piece of dragon scale can be seen clearly, and the texture of the wood itself and the stripes of the dragon scale are cleverly combined to make it look more lifelike.

Clinos looked around the room, barely making out where the cash register was, but no one was there. Bookshelves stand against the wall of the cash register, and the books on them have no titles, or no binding on the backs. It seems that they are all written by private individuals and have a long history. Some of the pages were jagged and about to fall out, and seemed to fall apart into untidy piles of paper at the touch of a button.

Klinus picked up one of the less fragile flips through and looked at it, nothing written on the cover, presumably one of many such notes. Inside are the effects of various herbs, as well as their combined effects. Some of them are very interesting effects that can even make a mage lose their magical talents temporarily, while others can put a person into a realistic state of suspended animation.

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps upstairs, and Abel suddenly withdrew his hand that wanted to touch the wood carving.

"Forgive me, I didn't expect guests to come at this time. A green-eyed young woman came down from upstairs: "What do you want?"

"It looks like you're a little more pragmatic than those alchemists, and these notes could save a lot of lives. Clinos said, "I'm sorry, I should apologize to you." I shouldn't just look at it, these must be your precious efforts, and it won't bother you very much if I am an outsider. ”

"Not at all. The woman saw from the neat attire of Clinos that he was not a nobleman, but the son of a rich man.

"How can you not care? These are valuable experiences and knowledge that may bring you infinite wealth. Have you thought of writing a book about these herbs?" said Klinos.

"Half of these things are poisons, and the other side is mostly known. The woman said.

“...... Can I know your name?" said Clinos.

"Eunice Bailey, my lord. ”

"Don't call me sir, my background is not safe outside. Just call me Clinos," said Clinos, "Miss Bailey, why did you set up shop here?"

"Why would Mr. Klinos want to know this?"

"If it is inconvenient to disclose, I fully understand. ”

"Is this dragon sculpture for sale?" Abel asked.

"I'm sorry, it's the only thing in this house that it's not for sale. Eunice said.

"Can even Miss Eunice be sold?" said Clinos.

"If the price is right. ”

"I thought Miss Eunice was a serious businessman. Klinos said.

"And I thought Mr. Clinos was a serious mage. Eunice said.

"Forgive my faux pas, and now allow me to ask an important question. Many of the drug reactions documented in the book were fatal. And I'm wondering, how do you get this data? Let me see, herbal reactions, pupil changes, visceral changes, and even the cause of death, and wonder what comes at a huge cost. You probably don't think that in this life, no literate person will come in through this door. Clinos flipped through the book in his hand and said, "If I'm not mistaken, Bailey is not your real name." Miss Eunice Morgan. ”

"Why do you think that I am a descendant of Morgan, and that the Morgan family has not been slaughtered by their own vassals a long time ago? ”

"Of course, how could I be so stupid. It's just that there happens to be a young girl who talks elegantly, reads and writes, and observes words, who happens to run a store that can't make ends meet, and still buys fresh herbs in a big way every day, and I actually think that she is a descendant of the inhumane Witch (xi) family, Morgan. "I also forgot to mention the standard green eyes of the Morgan family," Clinos said. ”

"How do you know that this shop can't make ends meet. Abner asked.

"The absence of ink and pens on her cash register shows that she never records these bits and pieces of income, at least for the whole day today she has not recorded any sales. It's not right to think that a store has such a huge demand for raw materials, but it doesn't care about the amount of profit at all. Clinos said, "Maybe Miss Eunice has her own way of making money." ”

"You're smarter than I thought, Mr. Clinois White, and maybe I should give you a twenty-percent discount. ”