Is it over?"

At dusk, Fugui, who had already made enough sanitary napkins for Gagir, was resting in a small tent when he saw Ciri open the curtains and look at him with a look of exhaustion on his face.

"Nope."

Ciri gasped and stepped into the small tent, snuggling next to Fugui, because there was a great witcher in charge, and rarely, Ciri let himself relax.

"Madam Gagir stimulates my soul through some special method, this process will take some time, and once successful, I will be able to raise my alchemy to the second order and enter the ranks of advanced demon hunters."

"How? Is it dangerous?"

"Nope."

Ciri smiled and shook her head, her eyes squinting slightly, enjoying Fugui's care.

"But it's hard to bear."

After that, she told Fugui the general situation of the obsession method.

"To put it simply, in that way, my soul will derive one illusion after another based on my many thoughts, and then these illusions will devour each other until the last one remains, which is my obsession, through which I can condense the crystallization of my will."

"How do you feel like a beauty pageant..."

"Uh.. (； ̄д ̄), you really mean that when you say that.."

"Is it devouring now?"

"Well, but at the beginning, there were too many illusions, and they were basically decided by instinct, and when the number was reduced to a certain level, instinct could not decide, and I might have to decide it myself."

"Then you can rest well, and I'll rub your forehead for you?"

"No.. No, didn't you say you'd treat your niece to dinner in the evening?"

"I've asked Amy and the others to prepare, and when the time comes, I just need to take the hand test, come and lie down, and I'll rub your forehead."

"You... What do you want? (； ̄д ̄), there are a lot of people out there..."

"Peace of mind, just rubbing your forehead..."

"That's what you said last time... (￣_￣)」

"It's real this time..."

「... (￣_￣)」

--- dividing line

"How dare you come to such a place, aren't you afraid that Gagir will find you?"

Another camp outside the Gagir tribe, there is also a flag outside the camp, there is no picture on it, but directly use words as a flag, printed with the word Plam, like the Ken family, the Pram family is also a very famous nobleman in the Char Empire, in terms of wealth, it will not be much worse than the Ken family, the person who spoke is called Rangira Lyke Pram, the second son of the current patriarch.

Although his age is not much different from the Ken family's Clair, he is obviously more stable, in addition to the different growth environment, but also because he was kidnapped by someone because of an accident when he was a child, and his father used ten tons of magic crystals to redeem him.

For example, at this moment, he skillfully turned off the magic lamp in the tent, but did not plunge the tent into darkness, which would make people wonder, but lit the more dim oil lamp, and suddenly, bursts of fragrance wafted into the air, which is an alchemical product that can calm the mind and help sleep, and then, he slowly picked up the coffee pot, poured a cup of steaming coffee, and tasted it carefully.

"The Great Demon Hunters are only powerful in combat, it doesn't mean that they are omniscient and omnipotent, otherwise we wouldn't have existed for so long."

As he spoke, a black mist fell on the opposite side of Rangira, faintly visible as a human form, and the dim light shone on him, and it actually passed through directly, leaving no shadow around the tent.

"Do you want to drink?"

"No, I don't."

"It's a pity, these are coffee beans from the Rainforest Empire, and it's hard to buy, so what's the matter with you coming to me?"

"Nearly a month ago, the corrupt demon hunter in charge of the Rock City area died, and no particularly stubborn traces of battle were found at the scene, with the strength of that fallen demon hunter, it was difficult for even a senior French seal demon hunter to take advantage, so it was very likely that he died at the hands of Gagir, so the guild suspected that the wasteland reform was an introduction, and in fact, the Char Empire might want to take action against the guild."

"Does the Empire know about the existence of the Guild?"

"They may know, they may not know, but they must know that there is a force that has been bleeding the empire for so many years, and the leader of this country is not stupid, otherwise, he would not be able to get back up from the ruins in just a few decades."

"That's right."

Rangira took another sip of her coffee.

"And then?"

"We have never underestimated the Char Empire, so many years of continuous bloodletting, although it has brought a lot of trouble to the country, but it has not been unable to keep up to prevent them from coming out of the predicament, the setting of the resource voucher is an absolutely genius idea, directly reducing the loss to the minimum, with this idea, they survived until the country's economy recovered, and now they have the strength to develop the wasteland, and once the road through the East and West Char is established, the Fallen Demon Hunter Guild will not have much meaning to exist."

"Sabotage this plan?"

Rangira asked cautiously.

"We have such an idea, but it is difficult to take actual action, after all, this is the home of the Char Empire, and the reform of the wasteland seems to be Gagir's own will, but everyone knows that there must be the support of the Char Empire behind this, but considering the various changes brought about by the reform, as well as some other reasons, it is inconvenient for them to come forward directly, and they have replaced it with Gajir, which is easier for the people of the wasteland to accept."

"So what do you want to do?"

"Kill Gagir."

"Poof~"

Rangira almost squirted the coffee out of her mouth.

"I think it's better for us to talk about how to destroy the Wasteland Reform."

"Don't mythologize the Great Witcher."

The Shadow's tone was still calm, and he didn't seem to mind Ranjra's taunts.

"After all, the Great Demon Hunter is not the mage who stood at the top of the world in the past, since the beginning of the Alchemy Age, there are not a few Great Demon Hunters who have died unexpectedly, it is nothing more than a matter of price, as long as the price is enough, any Great Demon Hunter can be targeted to death, but in most cases, no one is willing to pay so much price, but it just so happens that the capital accumulated by the Fallen Demon Hunter Guild over the years can really pay such a huge price."

"Why?"

Rangira wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief and asked again.

"Even if you're right, what's the benefit of spending so much resources to kill a great witcher? It's not a war time now, and the Char Empire won't take the initiative to let the Great Demon Hunter provoke you, I mean, the country you represent behind it."

"You weren't qualified to know about this question."

The dark shadow chuckled twice.

"However, since you are involved in this project, I can reveal a little bit of information to you, on the side of the Char Empire, there are our friends."

"I see..."

Rangira gently placed the coffee cup on the table and sighed.

"I thought you were just bribing some nobles who were dissatisfied with the empire, but I didn't want to, your hands were already stretched so long..."

"Gagir is a staunch guardian of the Empire, and getting rid of her would be a good thing for our friends."

"But I don't think I can help with that."

"Actually, you can."

There seemed to be a surging smile in the dark shadow's tone.

"The three major construction families of the Char Empire, the Ken family is good at magic seal alchemy potions, the Trinity family is good at making giant alchemy equipment, and your Plame family is good at using alchemy formations constructed by magic crystals."

"You want me to do something in the alchemy circle?"

Rangira's expression instantly became serious.

"To be exact, use it as an energy source for the alchemy formation."

The black mist rolled a few times, and with a bang, a head-sized box fell on the wooden table in front of Rangira, and after opening the box, Rangira saw that all the countries of the world were crazy about it, the true king of energy, the magic crystal.

"Directly modify the alchemy formation, then your suspicion will not be washed away no matter what, and ruining the formation will only say that you are weak-hearted, and it will also make the Char Empire target you, and exchange a big nobleman who supports us for a big witcher, in fact, we are at a loss."

"Using it, won't the Char Empire suspect me? What's so special about it?"

Picking up one of the magic crystals, Lan Jira observed them carefully, and even used his mental power, but he didn't find anything, this is a very common magic crystal, the only thing that is commendable is that the magic energy content in this magic crystal is very high, and it is a top-level magic crystal.

"This, it's our own secret, you just need to know one thing, expose you in exchange for Gagir's death, in the end we will suffer, the power of this world is to serve capital after all, and we guarantee that no matter whether the plan succeeds or not, as long as you carry it out, it will provide your family with the opportunity to move capital, and the location of the relocation is up to you to decide, this matter has been affirmed by your father, this is a token."

Once again, something floated out of the black shadows, a special memory crystal, which recorded not a picture, but telekinesis, easy to decipher, difficult to fake, and the information stored through telekinesis requires a specific way to read, this is one of their most core secrets, and its existence can prove that his father agreed to such a plan.

"What am I going to do?"

Now that his father has agreed, Rangira no longer resists, especially the reward they give is also a temptation that the Plame family can't refuse, in the Char Empire, the nobles have lost most of their rights, and there is capital control in and out of the country, and it is even more extravagant to want to leave, to escape from here, in fact, it has always been the wish of their Plame family.

"When activating the formation, use it as an energy core, but there is one thing to note, when the formation is activated, there will be an explosion, the power will not be very large, but it is not small, you better not activate the formation yourself."

"If. . . I want to start it myself?"

Suddenly, Rangira spoke.

In the dark of night, bonfires were lit in the camps around the tribe, illuminating the entire camp and its surroundings like street lamps, but the atmosphere was not as tense as being alone in the wilderness, after all, in today's Char Empire, any weirdness would not dare to trample on the dignity of the Great Demon Hunter, and where there are Great Demon Hunters, there are no weird things around.

"Sister, aren't you going to dress up?"

Outside the camp, looking at Martha, who was dressed in an ordinary herdsman's costume, Donald frowned.

"It's not in line with aristocratic etiquette."

"Come on."

Martha pulled the foot of her skirt and made a common movement of a wasteland person, obviously very simple clothes, under her movements, it can also give people a very feminine feeling.

"I've only met that uncle once, but I'm sure he's the most scornful of the rules of the nobility of all I know, as long as I'm dressed cleanly and decently."

"Whatever you want."

Donald sighed.

"I'll let Watt go with you."

"No, I'll just go by myself, I'm sure no one will dare to mess around here."

"There are so many people that there will inevitably be accidents, and Lady Gagill doesn't have the heart to care about so many things, don't worry, Watt will be back when she gets there."

"Well, let's go, Uncle Watt."

The witcher who recognized the rich during the day nodded, and left the camp following in Martha's footsteps.

"Uncle Watt, do you know that uncle of mine?"

On the way, Martha, who was recording the night of the wasteland with engrams from time to time, asked.

"A little."

The witcher named Watt followed behind Martha, his gaze swaying from side to side.

"As Mr. Donald said, Mr. Stadt has little contact with anyone else, but as far as I know, every year on his mother's death day, Mr. Stadt visits the cemetery."

"What did my grandfather do to him?"

"Uh.. I don't think they've seen each other since Mr. Stadt took his own hands."

"Grandfather is such a bastard."

"It's Mr. Stadt who never goes to see the old patriarch, and at any time, as long as the old patriarch is there, Mr. Stadt never appears."

"Why?"

"Mr. Stadt's mother was a servant in the family, and the old patriarch was once drunk, and then he had Mr. Stadt, but because Mr. Stadt's mother's health was not very good, and it took a lot of energy after giving birth, she died of illness not long after."

"Didn't you give her the water of life?"

"Because there is no one to take care of Mr. Stadter's mother on weekdays, it is too late to find out."

"No wonder.."

Hearing this, Martha sighed.

"Uncle didn't resent the family, it's already a blessing, is there anything else?"

"There is no longer in the family, from the time Mr. Stadt was four years old until he left the family at the age of eighteen, during this period, his life was basically the same, getting up, eating, learning alchemy, returning to his room, or staying in the alchemy laboratory, but after leaving the family, there was a recent incident related to Mr. Stadt that has been more popular."

"What's the matter?"

Martha's eyes flickered like a bee that smelled nectar.

"About two or three months ago, Mr. Stadt paid two million to hire a witch, of course, that's not the point, the point is, Stadt signed a contract with the witch to sleep together..."

"Hahaha.. Ahem.. (This matter was very popular in the circles of the Witcher Guild at the time...)

"Perhaps, this is the freedom that my uncle is seeking..."

After laughing for a while, Martha took a deep breath, and there seemed to be some yearning in her eyes.

"Hiss~hiss~ Hey, it smells so good!"

Suddenly, Martha took a few deep breaths, and there was a fragrance in the air that she had never smelled before, and she couldn't tell what it was, but it made her stomach growl instinctively.

"Uncle Watt, do you smell it?"

"Yes. Mr. Stadt in. Barbecue."

Through the Eagle Eye Technique, seeing the scene in the distance, Watt couldn't believe his eyes, even though Stadt was separated, but after all, he was born in a nobleman, and he grew so big, it was the first time he saw a nobleman make barbecue with his own hands, and the posture was very skillful, and the strange fragrance in the air, even he, a witcher, couldn't control the cravings in his stomach.

"Barbecue?"

Martha laughed a few more times, but not too surprised, for it was not strange for her uncle's style to do such a thing.

"Hey! Miss Martha, walk slowly, please don't run."

"No, my uncle's barbecue is too fragrant..."

「...」

--- dividing line

"You can eat some tonight, we shouldn't be leaving the tribe for the next few days anyway."

By the campfire, Fugui was sitting on a small stool, constantly sticking a leg of lamb with a sharp knife, and the golden grease was constantly dripping onto the magic rock charcoal, mixed with spices, evaporating a trace of tempting smell.

"Hey! What, stupid?"

"You're stupid, it's the illusion in your head that you're still fighting."

Ciri replied with a blush, but she couldn't see it in the light of the campfire.

"Just now, you defeated another enemy, and that enemy was what I thought was the most handsome uncle in the world when I was a child, the witcher who saved my life..."

"Uncle! I'm coming!"

Fugui didn't notice the little Jiujiu in Ciri's heart, but heard a running sound in the distance, and the voice of the strange and slightly familiar girl.

"Amy, go pour a glass of water."

"Yes, young master."

"You're in such a hurry."

After a few breaths, Martha came to Fugui, snorting and panting, it can be seen that she doesn't exercise much on weekdays, in fact, most alchemists are like this, most of the time is spent on alchemy, he used to be, but since he met Ciri, Fugui began to move his body regularly, otherwise, the body is really unbearable..

"No, I'm just curious about what kind of barbecue you make, uncle, it tastes so good."

"Miss, please drink water."

"Thank you."

Grabbing the water glass, Martha drank it down, and then took a long breath.

"It's just some special spices that I encountered when I was studying alchemy, so come, sit down."

"This spice, if sold as a commodity, must be very valuable."

"Give and give, this is for you."

Cut off a few pieces of barbecue, Fugui smiled and handed it to Martha, seemingly evaluating the spices seriously, but the saliva in his mouth was already a little unbearable, this little girl is really more and more in line with his appetite, of course, it is still the same sentence, he will not do the kind of thing that starts in three years, even if there is no law in this world, what he likes is Martha's character, and there is no unappetizing shelf of nobles.

It's not that the aristocracy is high up and it doesn't smell good, after all, he is also a vested interest, but this kind of casualness will make him think of the earth where the dominant class has been broken, don't look at the usual submissive, but any earthling, treat the powerful, in the deepest part of the heart, there is no fear, I'm afraid that you are just because you are better than me, not that you are a powerful person, give me a chance, directly kill you with a knife, and rob your wife of money and house, so, naturally, There will be a feeling that everyone is the same from the heart, and that kind of comfortable way of getting along.

"As for the money you said, this thing can't be sold at this stage."

"Why? Sizzle! Wow, it smells so good, I've never tasted it before... My mouth is on fire.. But.. But.. It's so comfortable.."

"Ha, it's called chili, it has a very unique irritation, and when eaten in small amounts, it can not only whet people's appetite, but also benefit your health, but it's your first time eating it, so I only added a little bit, do you want more?"

"Yes!"

Another glass of water, Martha nodded affirmatively.

"Uncle, why can't you sell such a good thing? Are you afraid that someone else will steal the seeds?"

"That's not it, I also bought it from others, but the production of these things is very low, and if you want to make money, cultivating them is the big problem."

"What's the problem?"

"Planting the same crop on a large scale is not as simple as you think, the habits of crops, what kind of land, when to plant, and the control of pests and diseases, all of which require a lot of time to explore."

"The goddess of magic is above, it's so complicated..."

"I didn't say anything about the manure and water..."

On the side, Ciri thought with some pride, and a sense of superiority that only she knew spontaneously arose.

"What are you doing with your head up..."

Fugui didn't know why Ciri was like this, but thinking that it might be an illusion, he didn't ask, but continued.

"That's nature, if you think about it, the people of Faren have successfully grown wheat, a crop that can be grown in large quantities, for thousands of years, and it can be used as a staple food, and the difficulty of this can be imagined..."

"Then, uncle, if you study it clearly, it will be easy for someone else to steal it, which is really infuriating!"

"Little guy, if you want to ask, just ask, at such a young age, you can learn to talk to others."

"Hey, hey."

"As you said before, it is inevitable that conventional alchemy products will be cracked, so if you want to have a stable income on conventional alchemy products, you must involve a new concept, brand."

Stretched out a finger and lightly tapped Martha's forehead, Fugui said.

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