Early the next morning, Lan and Arya left their room at the Silver Heron Tavern.

The two Orons he had paid earlier were enough to pay extra for the cleaning of the bed, so he didn't have to pay any more.

At the check-out counter, Lann sent Arya to take Popai out first, and he himself seemed to inadvertently mention it to the bartender who was checking out.

"You're the only one working here?"

"Yes sir, the bartender is not very busy, and he also has to keep accounts and count, so I am the only one here. I've been here for over a decade. ”

This middle-aged man, who also had a towel on his shoulder, was not at all the same as the "bartender" last night.

Even when he first came to the Silver Heron Tavern, he didn't see him.

In other words, the moment he first set foot on Goth Willen, the "thing" that called himself Günt Odim was already waiting here.

...... It's a real headache.

Lan En doesn't feel any honor to be targeted by the kind of "thing" that can observe the future and modify reality.

Especially when that "thing" looks like a bad taste, and people have a bad temperament.

The witcher didn't say anything more to the bartender.

He turned and walked out of the tavern, grabbed Popai, who had been dragged by Arya, and walked out.

The deflated alchemy leather bag shook on the horse's buttocks, and Rann flipped on the horse and dragged Arya behind him.

Leaning over on the horse's back, he touched the bridge of his nose, and he shook his head and snorted with moisture.

Looks like it rested well last night.

"Your Excellency...... Your hair? ”

Behind Lanen, Arya reminded softly, slightly worriedly.

From the little girl's point of view, after the night, the knight she was following had a large white patch of hair at the root of her hair.

Although this white is similar to melted silver, it is a shiny white.

And not the gray of aging.

But so much changed overnight...... Last night's mysterious alchemy wouldn't be the kind that burns life, right?

In Arya's hometown, rumors of magic, alchemy, and the like are always inseparable from the heavy price in the story.

That's why she couldn't help but worry.

"No, don't worry." Lan En put a hood on himself as if nothing had happened.

"Last night's alchemy was a success, and that's one of the signs of success."

In fact, in the superficial memories that Lane obtained, individuals transplanted with seeds of the same type of gene exhibited varying degrees of convergence.

And the gene seed called "Emperor's Son" in his chest seems to have a high probability of turning the transplanter into a silver-haired handsome guy.

The left and right are just appearances, and they are still changing for the better.

Lane quickly accepted this.

After all...... What man would refuse to be handsome and fierce?

Impossible, well!

The sturdy mare slowly picked up speed from its trot until it galloped through the deserted streets in the early morning.

The experience of talking to an unknown "thing" last night didn't seem to shake Lann's will at all.

Not to mention an unknown "thing", that is, God wants to play with you, do you just stand on the spot and don't resist?

Len is not such a person.

If the opponent is lofty to him, it is like "a tiger bites the sky, and there is nowhere to start".

Then he will also do his own thing step by step.

Since you can't interfere with your opponent, then ensure your own smooth progress.

First of all, whether it is to sharpen and adapt to his current combat strength, or to complete the employment task with the Erethusa Academy.

Or simply, express your disgust and anger at the slave trade and cannibalism.

He needed to make a trip to Vigema.

- and then kill the headeater and his buyers!

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Temeria, the capital of Vijma.

In a splendid mansion in the Trade Zone, the headeater, Ubank, was sitting in a row of waiting seats outside the study with a cramped expression.

In this huge mansion, soldiers in military armor patrol back and forth from time to time.

Their armor configuration is similar to that of the Temerian Armor, and is a simple composite type of armor.

However, the white lily emblem is not printed on the outer blouse, but is plain and pure black.

And at the entrances and corners of the manor, there are tall warriors equipped with shiny plate armor, and even their faces are protected by visor.

This kind of warrior with full plate armor is besieged by a bunch of people on the battlefield, and he has to beat it for a while before killing the warrior inside.

Warriors who can wear this kind of armor and move freely are more likely to take advantage of this time to pick up their weapons and dance into a big windmill, setting off a bloody storm.

To put it simply, one armored soldier is enough to slaughter five unarmored warriors.

But the armored soldier was also the target of slaughter in front of the full-body plate armor warrior.

Ubank sat here and looked left and right, all he could see was the closed door of the study and the corner of the hallway.

But just sitting for a moment, watching the soldiers passing by around the corner of the hallway, was enough to slaughter the camp he had worked so hard to run in Willen.

And he also knew that this manor was huge and deep, and that there were definitely far more guards than he had seen.

Even regardless of the power these guards represented, the sheer was a testament to the prominence of its owner.

Vigema is not only the capital of Temeria, it is also a central place where roads meet.

We will not talk about the old city of Vigema, which is still a little terrified by the old events, nor the temple area, which is a worthless gathering place for slums and criminals, but only the most important trading area.

The city was packed with merchants and goods flowing by river and land routes.

Bureaucrats, who wield power and crave security and convenience, fill the gaps in the trade zone.

It is rumored that when Foltest moved the palace due to the "Vampire Bird Incident", he had to make concessions on the size of the palace due to the prosperous trade and the advice of the bureaucracy.

Ubank was thinking aimlessly when the door to his study slammed open.

Expensive workmanship, even though the gate is thick and strong, still does not make noise.

The sorcerer, Safra, was still dressed in light leather armor and a scarf that covered the bridge of his nose below.

He walked out of the study with a frown, apparently not very satisfied with the conversation he had just had.

On top of the face toil, a cold look swept over Ubank's body like a poisonous snake.

Let this tall and strong man from the Skelly Islands smirk like a little chick and shrink his body.

"It's your turn, Headeater, huh."

As if disdainful of the nickname, Safra sneered.

"Good luck, I hope you can listen to your explanation. Anyway, because of this mistake, I'm going to be busy for a while. ”

With that, the bald manker walked straight away.

Ubank stood up and smiled like a dog's leg as he watched him leave.

Then I walked to the door of the study.

When the door was closed, Ubank's humble smile at Safra suddenly faded.

"My lord, he's gone."

Inside the study, a well-dressed middle-aged man was fiddling with a small model of a horse-drawn carriage.

"How's his face?"

"It's ugly."

"That's good."

Getting the answer, the middle-aged man nodded instead.

"Safra is a warlock with great abilities and desires, but even twice as big as I can satisfy him. But I can't just let him get what he wants. ”

"Power and money...... It has to go through twists and turns to be more precious. When I use him, it will be more comfortable. ”

"And you're different, Ubank."

The Headeater bowed his head humbly when he heard the talk about himself.

"You don't have the skills of a warlock as the principal, you come from nothing. So I will be able to give to you, because you are in a hurry. Also, your brain and your skills often make me feel that I am worth the money. But this time ......"

The decent middle-aged man put down the model carriage in his hand and looked up.

The head eater hangs his head lower.

"Give me an explanation, Ubank."