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For the inhabitants of Alder, the city of alchemy, that day was undoubtedly enough to go down in history. The news www.biquge.info of the death of Lord Sunflower spread like a passing wind from Alder to the entire empire, and the whole city was wrapped in the white of mourning.

Then the dragon-slaying hunters returned in this pale, with a blinding scarlet. From this day on, for the first time in the history of the Hall, there was experience in successfully hunting the Dragon King, and the news was accompanied by the death of the Sunflower Lord, and the wind also spread throughout the Empire.

"You can go in peace, my lord. Arnold bowed to the old man in the portrait, then took a step back and watched the white-robed priests carry the snow-white coffin into the carriage. The sunflowers engraved on the carriage were pale as if they had been discolored.

Behind Arnold stood hundreds of people, some of them were servants of the City Lord's Mansion, some were alchemists, but many more were natives who had heard the name of Lord Sunflower, knew him, and admired him. They looked compassionate, as if the sky was about to fall, and in fact, for many alchemists, Cassius Holmes' departure was the same as the sky falling.

Nicole and Dennis stood at the forefront of the group, alongside the noble alchemists. No one questioned the two young juniors, as they had a dark bramble flower armband on their shoulders, which was a symbol that belonged to the middle hunters of the hall.

"Your armband, it's beautiful. Dennis said to Nicole, "I've never seen a girl wear this armband." ”

"Maybe. Nicole replied, her eyes kept looking at the old man in the portrait, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity and intimacy, but she couldn't remember where she had seen the old man.

"Why did you refuse the Hall's High Hunter Medal? Dennis asked, puzzled.

"Didn't you refuse too?"

"Because I was in a coma at the last minute. "The Granger family has never been allowed to accept honors that don't belong to them. But the honor is yours, and you helped Ian shoot the last arrow. ”

"He would have done it without me. Nicole whispered, "Only he can be made a high-level hunter, only him." ”

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"I've seen him. ”

Ian, who was standing on the window of a tall building and looking down, said suddenly.

"Oh, have you seen old Cassius?" said the dwarf Barton sat by the window, holding a flask in his hand, his two short carrot-like legs dangling in the air, perhaps because he had drunk too much, or perhaps for some other reason, his face flushed.

"Yes, when I was in Mingtong City. ”

"Mingtong City, I haven't heard of it, I just know that after he fell ill, the hall sent him to a small city far away from the imperial capital, maybe it was Mingtong City. As soon as the dwarf Barton spoke, his mouth was full of wine, "If you have seen it before, it is really fate, you must know that the source of the dragon slayer was developed by him." ”

"Is that him?"

"Well, it's him, and no one else can develop an alchemy weapon like the Source of the Dragon Slayer. "He's a pitiful, pathetic, pathetic old fellow, and I hate him too, really!"

Ian looked at the dwarf Barton's already reddened eyes and didn't speak.

"This damn old guy was always so stubborn, so arrogant, so annoying, when he was young. "But when he came back this time, he was completely changed, not stubborn, not arrogant, not so annoying, only pitiful, completely pitiful, so pitiful that he wanted to hold his head and cry bitterly." To be honest, I hate hypocritical people who cry at every turn, so I like to get along with your father, who has never been serious. ”

Barton the Dwarf said as he burst into tears. His tears were as muddy as the old wine he had drunk: "But your father left so early, and now old Cassius is gone, and I am left alone, no more, nothing left......

Ian sensed that the atmosphere was getting more and more wrong, and although he couldn't laugh now, he didn't want to be infected by this sadness anymore, so he casually talked about it: "Isn't Cassius sick?

The dwarf Barton burped, put down the flask, and pulled out a dirty little bottle from his clothes: "This is it." ”

"What is this?"

Dwarf Barton twisted open the vial, poured two or three bright red pills into his palm, and then stretched out to Ian's eyes: "This is the kind of thing. ”

Ian looked down at the pill in the palm of the dwarf Barton's hand, and felt that the color of the thing seemed to ooze blood.

"Made of dragon's blood. Dwarf Barton slowly clenched his fists, "It can improve people's physical fitness, spirit, strength, everything, just like a dragon." ”

"Dragon's blood?" Ian was startled, "Dragon's blood can also be eaten?"

"Logically no, but alchemy is all about making the impossible possible. "But dragon blood is dragon blood after all, and no matter how much it is reconciled, it can't get rid of its own tyranny, so this thing is like a ********, it will improve everything you want, but at the same time, it will greatly shorten your lifespan." In fact, it is equivalent to an equivalent transaction, and the person who eats this thing will die after all. ”

The dwarf Barton paused and continued: "Actually, it has another effect, which is to prolong the life span of human beings, but those who rely on this thing to survive will be tortured by severe pain every day, and life is worse than death. Cassius should have used the previous effect to improve his physical fitness in a short period of time and use it to complete the source of the dragon slayer, so he died after completing the source of the dragon slayer, and he didn't even have time to see the return of the king killing team. ”

Listening to the dwarf Barton's explanation, a strange feeling rose in Ian's heart. He felt that this pill was very similar to the power of the Iliad in his body, and the power of the Iliad was also able to turn him into an "omnipotent" person in a short period of time, strong enough to fight with the dragons hand-to-hand. But then my body was hollowed out, just like it is now.

Barton the Dwarf stuffed the pill back into the bottle and handed it to Ian, "Take it." ”

"Give it to me?" Ian froze.

"I don't want to give it to you either, it's not a good thing after all. "But you're the son of Illin, and that guy is reckless in everything, and wants to fight for everything." You're injured like this now, and you're not the hunter who can hunt down the dragon king Naga, if, I mean, if there's anything else you want to fight in the future......"

Ian took the dirty little bottle and whispered, "Thank you." ”

"What is there to thank, I hope you never use it. Hey, in fact, this can be regarded as the return of things to their original owners. ”

"What do you mean?"

"This pill is called Dragon's Blood No. 1, and it was developed fifteen years ago by an alchemist named Yilin. That's right, it's your father. ”