"Is this the product of the blood of Ardan fused with the blood of the Origin Warlock?"

Cohen held a blood bottle and said suspiciously: "Felina...hasn't this thing changed at all?"

"...the product of the combination of two red liquids, do you still want them to turn green?" Felina said scornfully.

"No, I mean, it has to emit some light to look like an alchemy product."

"You are such a crooked old man..."

"Haha, I haven't seen you for almost a week, so of course I have to use jokes to lighten the mood."

Felina was disdainful, but at the same time she also felt that there was something strange about the magic power in Cohen's body, but it was very weak and it was really hard to explain clearly.

Cohen smiled when he saw her appearance, and looked at Felina's broken arm with a little regret in his smile.

"Felina, your arm..."

Felina did not reveal any annoyance after hearing this, "The loss of an arm will not affect my work and life, not to mention... the biggest trouble faced by Keville in hundreds of years has finally been solved, at the cost of losing his arm.

, it’s worth it.”

"Everything is a reward for your hard work," Cohen said.

"No, all thanks to the prophesied Edward Roger."

"The prophecy..." Cohen buried his head in thought, "Is it the prophecy of Keville a hundred years ago that you mentioned to me that beautiful night?"

Felina was stunned and immediately showed a disgusted expression, "Please don't mention that night again, let alone the beauty. It was all a tragedy caused by alcohol."

Cohen smiled and frowned, "I'll be disappointed if you say that."

Felina looked at Cohen's appearance and smiled, saying: "In short, it seems that prophecies cannot be disbelieved."

Cohen sighed, "Anyway, as long as you're fine... I just didn't expect that Mr. Charon would also die. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a vampire, I just feel sorry for losing a friend from a personal standpoint."

Felina's expression flashed with worry, "Charon may not be dead."

"oh?"

"Only the powdered remains of the Shadow Elder were found in Nottinglin Square, but no figure of Charon was found."

"That is to say, he disappeared together with Miss Yuan Warlock and that 'Edward Roger'?"

Faced with Cohen's question, Felina could only say briefly: "Everything happened too fast and too blurry. The last thing I saw was the Shadow Elder rushing towards Edward Roger, and then the next second my sight

Blurred, dizzy, and when I opened my eyes again, they were gone."

"It's really something that common sense can't figure out," Cohen said with a shrug.

At this time, the big clock on the building behind rang the noon bell.

"It's already noon, I should go." Cohen turned around and boarded the carriage that was staying here.

"Felina, thank you for your help."

"Humph." Felina smiled and waved her hand towards this old friend of many years, "Take care of yourself. I hope your wish can come true."

"My wish... may really come true. Although Charon has been your enemy, the tube of reagent he left behind does have miraculous effects. I'm talking about the syringe given to me." Cohen said as he charged.

Lina raised her eyebrows frivolously, "That's it. You are welcome to go to Novigrad next time. Goodbye my friend."

He closed the door and the carriage sped off along the avenue.

Felina watched the carriage go away until it disappeared from her sight.

At this time, a warlock walked quickly from the street behind her and stopped her.

"Lady Felina, the bishop has issued an order to postpone the afternoon meeting to the evening."

"What's the reason?" Felina wondered.

"I heard that they are dealing with the legal issues of the civilian vampire hunting team."

"The Vampire Hunting Team..." Felina thought about it and said, "Is it the new organization led by two hunters?"

"Well, one is named Kakatri and the other is named Jarell."

"It's good, after all, people in religious orders and military affairs don't have the hunting profession."

Felina sighed and walked towards the bell tower at the back.

"Lady Felina...please ask...are you worried about something?"

"What's on your mind?"

"Well, I always feel that there is some uneasiness hidden in your eyes... Please forgive me if what I said is wrong."

Felina was silent, worried...

If she was really worried, she should have noticed a strange magic power in Cohen. It was different from the heretical magic power that Cohen exuded when he came to Keville, and more like...

Some kind of curse mixed with unknown things.

…

"Pony! Hands faster!"

In the repair shop, Emily held a large box of discarded materials and placed it on the table.

"Sister... Brother Ma is gone, why can't I get my real name back?!" Xiao Ma complained sadly, looking at the object he was repairing in his hand, and frowning.

Emily dusted her hands and walked over when she heard the call of a customer outside the store. She didn't forget to look back and said, "Because Mr. Marger will come back sooner or later."

"I will come back sooner or later..." Xiao Ma was stunned, "My sister has lost her mind and gone crazy, right?"

"Well, maybe not."

Xiao Ma turned around following the voice, "Mr. Punk, how long do you plan to eat and drink at our house for free?"

Punk smiled, "Kid, if it weren't for me, your business would have collapsed sooner or later."

"ha?"

"Mr. Marger is not here, and you alone will not be able to support this store, so I have already thought of a way."

Xiao Ma was stabbed in the heart. His craftsmanship really couldn't support the operation of this store, but the self-esteem left at the end of his adolescence made him not want to admit it.

"What can I do?"

"Start a side business, mainly catering and selling handicrafts. I have already found the manpower. They are the crew members who once brought us here. After all, I have run an individual business, so I am more familiar with this kind of thing than you siblings."

"...Does my sister know?"

"She was immersed in the good news that Mr. Marger was not dead, so I didn't tell her for the time being until she regained her senses."

"A person who hasn't been seen for a week...where's the news?"

"I have met a lady named Jasmine."

"Well..." Xiao Ma fell into deep thought. After a moment, he raised his head and asked, "I always feel that there is another reason why you are not leaving..."

"Cough!" Punk coughed guiltily, and then went to help Emily receive the guests.

Xiao Ma looked suspicious, "Sure enough, it's not that simple."

…

At Jasmine's house, Ke Min sat in the living room and looked upstairs impatiently.

"These kids are really noisy. I sympathize with you for having three kids."

Jasmine pursed her lips and smiled, "At least it's lively."

Ke Min held the cup with both hands and took a sip of water. After putting down the water cup, he asked hesitantly: "So... that guy never showed up again?"

Jasmine kowtowed slightly, "Well, the last time I saw him was when you took him to the Notting Forest Palace. He said in my ear that there was something left for me upstairs, and when I saw it, it turned out to be a letter.

"

Jasmine laughed when she said this.

Ke Min looked confused, "I don't understand why a letter can make you laugh?"

Jasmine shook her head comfortably, stood up and walked slowly to the tall cabinet, took out a piece of letter paper from the drawer, and handed it to Ke Min.

"You'll know just by looking at it."

"Well... that guy's letter was too sloppy," Ke Min complained, and began to read the contents of the letter silently.

"Dear Miss Jasmine,

I don’t know if this is the format of the letter, but that’s how it is written.

I have something very unexpected and abrupt to tell you. I may have to leave.

When I go to Notting Forest, there is a high probability that I will leave this place directly. Of course, there is no guarantee that I will come back with a small probability, but I will eventually leave. Isn’t it the same whenever I write this letter?

Thank you for your long-term support, and thank you for sending me the alchemy materials.

There are a few things I must tell you.

Your son Tom is very clever and he is my first teacher on the road to becoming a thief. If you think that being a thief is not a promising career, then I suggest that before he reaches adulthood, you can use a stick called magic to whip his butt.

Beat him once in the morning and once in the afternoon to shake him out of his childhood and stop him from stealing.

That boy Jack may have fallen in love with Marfa. I think this marriage is reliable. This boy has no father or mother to bully. For this reason alone, he is a qualified husband.

But you have to watch Jack closely. This is my entrustment. Remember to train him according to my training amount. Once this kid feels that his wings are hard and wants to go back to his hometown to visit the grave, please stop him. When will he be able to smash the rocks outside the house?

Let him go when the time comes.

Miss Emily, please tell her that if Marjie disappears, it means that this guy has gone to seek spiritual enlightenment and will come back after going through nine or eighty-one hardships. I just don’t know whether it will be five years or ten years. Anyway, he is not very old.

There are plenty of married girls, and if she gets lonely, she can get married at any time.

Also, tell Punk to stop wandering around and stay in Coville. This guy got a reward on the underground black market and died in Coville. As for the reason, you let him guess.

Finally, please tell me and Ke Min that you will really get sick if you wear so little. There is a saying in our hometown that disease comes from the mouth, and the chest is also the mouth.

That’s all for now. I hope you live a peaceful life. On behalf of Lord Triss, I bless you.

————The Masked Butcher”

Ke Min's eyes have turned into dead fish eyes...

"How do you feel?" Jasmine asked.

Ke Min sighed, "Ah... this guy... is really poor."

"That's right~"

At this time Jack ran downstairs from upstairs and ran towards the door.

"What are you going to do?" Jasmine called him.

Jack turned around with determination on his face and said, "Split the stone."

…

Novigrad, No. 27, Xianghua Street.

Ronald was making coffee in the room, with a half-written novel manuscript on the table, when the door was knocked.

He walked over and opened the door.

A man wearing a top hat stood at the door.

Ronald smiled and asked: "What can I do for you, sir?"

He took off his hat, and he was a young, yellow-skinned man with a ponytail and a face as delicate as a woman. If it weren't for his figure and the raised knot on his throat, no one would regard him as a man.

"I want to talk to you." The man's eyes seemed to be able to speak, conveying his kindness.

Ronald became interested at this moment. He could not see through what was going on in this man's mind, or there was a barrier preventing his consciousness from invading his thinking.

Another person from another world?

The man smiled and said, "No need to think hard, you can't see through my thoughts, Mirror Master."

A trace of suspicion flashed across Ronald's expression, then he stepped aside and said, "Please come in and talk."

When the man entered the house, Ronald clapped his hands.

Time stood still, and the noisy street outside the house was completely silent. The cockroaches flying on the wall inside the house stopped in mid-air, and the man also stood still.

Ronald walked up to him and looked at this man in confusion. Unlike all the otherworldly people he had come into contact with, this man gave him an unprecedented sense of strangeness. From the moment he saw his eyes, he felt...

Already had this strange feeling.

Ronald walked into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee. He drank it while looking at the man, and flicked away the annoying cockroach that was stuck in the air.

The man's expression suddenly changed, "How dare you touch...a cockroach with your hands."

Ronald was surprised and stared blankly at the man's disgusted look because of the cockroach.

He glanced around and immediately walked out of the house. Looking at the people standing motionless like statues, he was convinced that time was still standing still.

"You don't have to look... I just cooperated with you in the performance." A man's voice came from inside the room.

Ronald closed the door and walked into the room. Although he still maintained his calm face, his spirit was extremely tense. This man had exceeded his own laws and exceeded the common sense he knew.

"May I ask who you are sir?"

The man sat down unceremoniously, crossed his legs, and pointed at the ceiling, "Hey, what's up there?"

"Is this a trivia question?"

"Forget it, but there is no reward for correct answers."

For the first time, Ronald experienced what it means to be passive, but he raised the corner of his mouth, "There are people like you in this other world? Or are you the so-called damn god?"

The man bent down and said with a smile, "Guess~"

Ronald's eyes began to darken, which was a sign that he revealed his demonic form, and he said slowly: "Sir, I suggest you not to consume my patience."

The man raised his eyebrows and smiled, picked up the manuscript on the table, glanced at it and read casually: "The Biography of the Witcher - The Last Fairy Tale... Hmm..."

He turned over the manuscript, let Ronald see the text above, and said: "My purpose is to understand the story of the protagonist of this novel, and a woman related to the protagonist. On the other side of the sea, she is called

I am a source warlock, but what I want is a story that really happened."

Ronald said: "This is very simple, but I..."

"I will make an agreement with you and give you something you are satisfied with." The man interrupted, baring his teeth and smiling, "Please rest assured, I am a very reasonable person and will not cheat."

"What do you want in exchange?" Ronald did not ask for it on his own this time, because he knew that the person sitting in front of him was at least equal to himself.

"My identity."

The man said: "A king, he manages dozens or hundreds of cities and villages. It is impossible for the king to know the little things that happen in each area, such as...whether the cat in Uncle Wang's house in the suburbs died, the house of Widow Li in the village tonight

The door lock is unlocked.”

"It seems you like telling stories very much." Ronald smiled.

"Please don't interrupt the passion of a creator." The man was dissatisfied and continued: "The king cannot detect these trivial things, but once something strange or shocking happens in the country one day, for example, a certain location

An interesting... clown, or talent, who could please the king appeared in a village on the border of the country, and these anecdotes would naturally reach the king's ears."

"I think it's because this country is not big enough." Ronald commented with interest.

The man nodded and said: "Indeed, even if all the milk tea in this country were collected, it would be enough to circle the earth."

Ronald shook his head and smiled at this joke, "Sorry, I interrupted you again, please continue."

"The king knows about an interesting person, what should he do next?" The man bent down and put his chin in his hands, curling his lips and smiling. "If it is the emperor of Nilfgaard, I think he should ask the soldiers to 'invite' that person.

Come here, or ask someone to observe that interesting guy first, but unfortunately...

This king is a loner. He has no army, no retainers, and no so-called enemies. He can only stay alone in the castle and spend hundreds of years, relying on his own senses to hear all the news.

Perceive and experience, the people do not even know the true identity of the king, and no one has seen the king himself. Even the lonely castle, no one can see it. He has lived himself as a rumor, and he cannot read the people.

I can only rely on my own legs to verify the authenticity of the anecdotes."

After a moment of silence, Ronald said: "It's really a weird story, Your Majesty the King."

"No need to salute~"

"Ha~" Ronald laughed, and then asked: "If Mr. Li Nuo is your citizen, then who am I?"

The man thought and said: "The tallest and most prosperous thousand-year-old tree in the village may be the most ferocious beast on the border."

"Wonderful metaphor." Ronald sighed: "Aren't you going to tell me your identity in a more direct way?"

The man smiled bitterly, "Because of some annoying rules I have set myself, some things cannot be said clearly... But you should also know my identity. Anyway, let's get back to the topic, because there are two people with special [identities] in the village.

, so I came to you, a person with heavenly eyes, to ask what those two people have experienced."

Ronald nodded, "Okay, since you told me everything, I will also tell you about them."

Not too long, not too short. After more than ten minutes, Ronald finished everything. The man held his chin and smacked his mouth.

"Thank you for your explanation, Mirror Master."

The man stood up and put on his hat.

Ronald said: "Your appearance disrupted the agreement between me and Mr. Li Nuo."

"It's true..." The man looked at Ronald and said, "But I won't let accidents happen. Everything should develop in its proper course."

"Then what are you going to do? Erase my memory?" Ronald said and laughed, looking at the man like a joke. He is the supreme existence in this world, and even people from other worlds cannot control him.

thinking.

This is the common thought of people in high positions.

"Do you still remember that I just pointed upward and asked you to guess a riddle?" The man paused here and said word by word: "The answer is that I am far above you, Mr. Big Tree in the village."

Snap...

The man snapped his fingers.

Ronald's eyesight went dark.

When he opened his eyes again, the blackness in his eyes had faded. He wondered why he was staying in the living room. He turned around and glanced around, finding that the manuscript on the table had moved and that the coffee that had been brewing just now had now been poured into the cup.

Looking around, he noticed the cockroach broken into several pieces on the ground.

A strange feeling crept into my mind.

He always felt that something had just happened.

My own memory became confused in just a short moment.

Looking for that uneasiness, Ronald immediately walked out of the door, looked at the bustling crowd outside the house, and looked at the peaceful sky as usual. He calmed down, went back to the house, picked up the cup, and took a sip of the warm coffee.

"Hmm...not bad."

"...?"

He always felt that something was wrong, so he looked back at the door and pinched his eyebrows.

"No, I'm overthinking it. That kind of situation can't happen."

…
Chapter completed!