The career of an evil alchemist started when he picked up the Mad Sword Girl

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At the same time, in the city, in the tavern.

"Dead, dead..."

Tang Bo swallowed, tremblingly withdrew his breathing hand, and looked up at the tall man beside him.

This man's name is Bam, he is the owner of the tavern and a man from the Cyborg clan.

The Cyborg tribe is a relatively sparse race. Their tribesmen are often about two meters tall, with solid builds, darker, reddish skin, and firm and upright facial features. Compared to humans, their skin feels softer to the touch. It is close to hard leather, and the facial features are similar, but most noses are more depressed, and the brow bones are more prominent.

This race generally has very strong physical strength and is a natural warrior.

As a male from the Cyborg clan, Bamu is one of the strongest warriors in the entire Diling Town.

It is also because of this strength that this tavern can always have a prosperous business in the small town but rarely get into trouble.

Looking at Debel's body, Bam crossed his arms and frowned.

He has opened a tavern in this town for more than ten years. Although it is not common for people to drink to death or have epilepsy and stroke in the tavern, he has seen it many times. Usually, people would ask family members and doctors to Just call and take the body away and forget about it.

But today, I'm afraid this matter won't be as simple as usual.

"Boss, what should I do? Call a doctor?" Tang Bo asked.

"No, no need," Bam shook his head, "People should be here soon."

Tang Bo was stunned and didn't understand what it meant.

Who just came?

Didn't they call anyone?

While he was dazed, suddenly, there was a commotion downstairs in the tavern.

Tang Bo turned around and looked, and his expression suddenly changed.

I saw a middle-aged Goblin tribesman wearing gorgeous black clothes rushing into the tavern with several Goblin tribesmen also wearing black clothes. A drinker didn't pay attention and was blocked in front of them. The leading middle-aged earth spirit kicked him and flew two meters away.

The poor man who was kicked away was about to have a fit, but when he looked up, he suddenly saw the black volute pattern on the shoulders of the middle-aged earth spirit's clothes, and he immediately rolled and crawled to the side.

"The boss of the Black Snail Gang? How could this happen?" Tang Bo looked shocked.

"Why not?" Bam on the side also looked solemn, "The one who died was his son."

"Huh?" Tang Bo was surprised again, "Is Debel his son?"

"Is it weird? Otherwise, do you think this kid can be so domineering in the town alone?" Bam lowered his voice and said, "Don't say anything for a while. When they ask you, answer them truthfully."

While several people were talking, a group of Black Snail Gang Earth Spirits dressed in black had already rushed to the second floor. When they saw Daibel lying on the ground, the middle-aged Earth Spirit leader immediately shrank his pupils and took three steps at once. He rushed forward in two steps, knelt on one knee beside Dai Beier, stretched out his hand and breathed.

Then, his expression changed drastically, and he turned around and shouted: "Gabisti! Hurry! First aid!"

While he was shouting, another earth spirit carrying a leather handbag had already rushed up. He knelt down directly next to Debel, opened the handbag, took out an advanced healing crystal with his left hand and activated it directly, and took out a crystal with his right hand. He placed the short white staff between his eyebrows and recited a mantra.

Two slender white light strands emerged from the short staff and flickered upstream of Debel's body.

The middle-aged earth spirit stood aside and watched nervously, not daring to take a breath.

After a long time, the light of the healing crystal disappeared. The earth spirit holding the short staff was silent for a moment, and finally sighed and said: "Sorry, boss, young master, he is gone..."

As soon as these words came out, the bustling tavern fell into a dead silence.

The middle-aged earth spirit was silent, his face lowered, and his expression could not be clearly seen.

After a long time, an extremely calm, yet terrifying voice came from his mouth: "Where is the cause of death?"

The earth spirit on the side was silent for a long time and said: "Sudden heart attack."

"Not poisoned?"

"There are no signs of poisoning."

"Not an alcoholic?"

"Not drunk."

The scene fell silent again.

The middle-aged earth spirit had a gloomy face. He could not accept it no matter what, his son died like this.

And the result was just because of a sudden heart attack?

He felt that he was full of anger and sadness, but he had nowhere to vent it and could only hold it in his heart.

He looked up to the side and met Bam's gaze.

Bamu looked at him and said calmly: "I'm sorry, next time you come, I'll buy you a drink."

The middle-aged earth spirit did not answer, but stretched out his hand to close his son's eyes, then picked up his body, and slowly left the tavern with a few followers.

Watching their figures disappear outside the door of the tavern, Tang Bo scratched his head and whispered to the boss Bam beside him: "Boss, they just left like that?"

"What else?" Dam rolled his eyes at Tang Bo, "His people are sure that this is just an accident, can he still cause trouble for me?"

"Yes, that's right," Tang Bo nodded, "Oh, this is really interesting. This Debel has done many evil things. I'm afraid the gods can't stand it anymore, so let him take it down."

"Maybe," Bam curled his lips, "It would be best if this matter were so simple..."

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Outside the tavern, the Earthlings from the Black Snail Gang stood on the deserted street, silent.

The tavern behind them soon became lively again, but they all stood there for a long time without saying a word.

The people standing at the back exchanged glances with each other from time to time, and it was obvious that they were all a little uneasy.

As for the leading middle-aged earth spirit, it seemed that he had not made any movement from beginning to end, but if you look closely, you can find that his hand holding his son was trembling with anger.

He stood like this for a full half an hour before finally taking a step forward, turning left and walking deeper into the town.

A group of Black Snail Gang members quickly followed, but they were all a little confused.

This direction does not seem to be the direction of their gang's stronghold.

But they didn't dare to ask at this moment, so they could only follow silently, wondering where their boss was going with the body of their young master.

Will it be going to church to pray?

Or should I buy some burial clothes?

Or should we go directly to make funeral arrangements?

They had many guesses, but in the end, none of them could guess where their boss stopped.

They stopped in front of a simple and clean shop.

There are several large characters written on the shop sign in neat and square fonts.

Sacred Alchemy Atelier of Cebuike.

Chapter 15 Why is there another lucky choice?

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Accompanied by the crisp sound of flint, the gorgeous and exquisite crystal furnace lit up with soft light.

The man in a nightgown covered the lid of the crystal stove, yawned, turned around, and sat on the big soft sofa nearby.

The man has soft golden curly hair. Although he belongs to the Earth Spirit tribe, he is nearly 1.8 meters tall. Among the entire Earth Spirit tribe, he should be considered one of the tallest.

Not only that, compared to other Earth Spirit tribes, the appearance of men is closer to that of people with round ears. Even in the aesthetics of people with round ears, they can be said to have handsome faces.

Coupled with the fair skin and the elegant temperament revealed in every gesture, it actually gives people the feeling of an elegant and aristocratic person.

And he is none other than the owner of "Sebuike's Sacred Alchemy Workshop", Buqun Sebuike.

"My dear leader of the Black Snail Gang, Mr. Dai Dafu, do you know what time it is now?" Bouqun Sebuike said slowly, crossed his legs, crossed his fingers and placed them on his knees, looking down. Looking at the man in black robe in front of him.

"Of course I know, Lord Buqun," the man known as Dai Dafu straightened his back and said in a rather unhappy tone, "and, if you ask this, don't you understand what's happening now?"

Bu Qun smiled softly and looked down at the chest of the leader of the Black Snail Gang.

In his arms lay a corpse, an infamous corpse.

"How did your son die?" Bu Qun asked.

"He died suddenly in the tavern. My doctor said it was a heart attack," Dedav said.

"So," Bu Qun nodded, "you should know that I don't have the ability to bring people back to life, right?"

"Of course I know," Dai Dafu gritted his teeth and said, "If there is still a chance of rescue, I will naturally knock on the door of the church instead of running to you and wasting time with you."

"Oh, that makes sense," Bu Qun held his cheek with one hand, "Then what you're asking me for is that you think there's something fishy about his death?"

"Nonsense, my son is still so young! How could he suddenly die of a heart attack for no reason?" Dai Dafu said sternly, "Someone must have tampered with it, maybe even..."

Having said this, Dai Dafu's eyes became sharp, like swords, pointing directly at the alchemist in front of him.

"Hey, don't look at me like that. I haven't had any related business recently," Bu Qun dismissed his aggressiveness, "That's why I don't want others to know that I know black alchemy. It's really, really weird." I became suspicious."

With that said, Bu Qun sighed, stood up, pointed to the reclining chair beside him, and said, "Go, put your son on it, and I'll help you see what's going on."

Dai Dafu didn't answer any more, silently placed Dai Beier's body on the recliner, then stood aside and looked at Bu Qun.

Bu Qun walked to the bookshelf and took out a short black staff and a fist-sized white disc from a square box about fifty centimeters long.

Then, he walked up to Dai Beier, placed the disk on Dai Beier's chest, then pointed the end of the staff at the disk, and began to recite the incantation.

During the chanting process, no visions occurred, no runes lit up, and no magic circles appeared.

Only the pure white disk placed on the chest of Debel's body gradually became dyed with bright scarlet and filthy darkness.

When the chanting ended, the disk completely turned into an ominous mixture of black and red. Just looking at it made people feel uncomfortable.

"Your Excellency Bu Qun, this is..." Dai Dafu's tone became more and more gloomy.

"Haha, it's really a curse. Damn it. You can actually meet other people who can cast curses in this corner of the corner." Bu Qun smacked his mouth, "You are here. I'm afraid there is no such thing in the whole town. Others can see it."

"Sure enough, someone has harmed my son," Dai Dafu clenched his fists, and the muscles in his palms rubbed together, making a tooth-breaking crunching sound. "What kind of curse is this? How did the other party do it?"

"Sorry, I don't know," Bu Qun shrugged and sat casually on the sofa nearby. "Curse magic is a taboo study that is not popular with the world. It is very difficult to learn it."

"Even I have only dozens of related alchemy formulas, and most of them are low-level formulas."

"If this kind of curse that can kill people is realized by a curse created by black alchemy, it must be an intermediate or above formula."

"I only know a few of these formulas myself, not to mention that this curse may not be based on a curse, but may be the flowing hands of a wizard and shaman. If you ask me to identify it, I will never recognize it."

"So even you can't find out who the murderer is?" Dai Dafu's tone became more and more sinister.

"Yes, but don't get angry. If you are willing to spend some money, I can't help you show the way," Bu Qun said.

Dai Dafu frowned, reached into his arms, took out a small bag of silver coins, and threw it to Bu Qun.

"Take it, there should be thirty or forty silver coins," Daidav said.

"Hmm, let's just do it."

Bu Qun took the silver coin bag and put it on the table aside, and then continued:

"Curse this thing. It is extremely difficult to cast a curse out of thin air. Basically, you need a medium."

"There are generally two types of media."

"One is a cursed object made by the caster and placed next to the cursed person. But at least based on the results of my recent investigation, your son does not have anything similar."

"So, I tend to use the second type of medium, which is things that once belonged to the cursed person, such as hair, nails, underwear, or things that have been with him for a long time. Using these things, the caster can It's possible to cast a curse on your son remotely."

"Generally, the more severe the curse, the closer the connection between the object and the cursed person is."

"So, you can check to see if your son has lost anything recently, or if he has been in contact with any suspicious people."

"Ah...but speaking of which, he himself is the suspicious person who interacts with people everywhere, right?"

"Haha, I'm sorry. The dead person is the most important. Maybe I shouldn't make such a joke. I mean, I'm afraid this matter won't be easy to investigate."

"Anyway, good luck."

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