Chapter 85 85 Silver Hair


Chapter 85 85. Silver Hair

Early the next morning, Lan En and Aaliya left the room in the Yinlu Tavern.

The two orens he paid earlier were enough to cover the extra cleaning costs for the bed, so he didn't pay any more.

At the check-out counter, Lan sent Aria to get Poppy out first, while he seemed to have inadvertently mentioned it to the bartender who was paying the bill.

“You are the only one working here?”

"Yes sir, the job of a bartender is not busy. You also need to be able to keep accounts and do math, so I am the only one here. I have been working here for more than ten years."

This shoulder is also on my shoulders. The middle-aged man wearing a towel is nothing like the "bartender" from last night.

Even when I first came to Yinlu Tavern, the person I saw was not him.

In other words, the moment he first set foot on Gos Velen, the "thing" who called himself Gaunt O'Dem was already waiting here.

What a headache.

Lan En didn't feel honored to be targeted by that "thing" that could observe the future and modify reality.

Especially when that "thing" seems to have a bad temper.

The witcher didn't talk to the bartender any more.

He turned around and walked out of the tavern, took Poppy, who was dragged by Aria, and walked out.

The deflated alchemy leather bag swayed on the horse's butt. Lan En climbed onto the horse and dragged Aaliya behind him.

He leaned down on the horse and touched the bridge of Popper's nose. He shook his head and snorted with moisture.

It seems that it had a good rest last night.

"My lord, your hair?"

Behind Lan En, Aria reminded softly with a slight worry.

From the little girl's perspective, after one night, the knight she was following had turned a lot of white at the root of her hair.

Although this kind of whiteness is similar to molten silver, shining with luster.

Instead of the gray of aging.

But such a big change occurred overnight. The mysterious alchemy last night couldn't be the kind that burns life, right?

In Aria's hometown, rumors about magic and alchemy always come with a heavy price.

This made her worried.

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

"Last night's alchemy was successful, and this is one of the manifestations of success."

In fact, in the superficial memory obtained by Lan En, the same type of gene seed was transplanted Individuals will exhibit varying degrees of convergence.

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

The left and right are just appearance, and it is a change for the better that improves the appearance.

Lan quickly accepted this.

After all, which man would refuse to become handsome and fierce?

It’s impossible, okay!

The strong mare slowly picked up speed from the trot until she was galloping on the deserted street in the early morning.

The experience of talking to an unknown "thing" last night seemed to be unable to shake Lan En's will at all.

Let alone an unknown "thing", God wants to play with you, so why don't you just stand there and not resist?

Lan En is not such a person.

If the opponent is too high for him, it is like "a tiger biting the sky, with 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.

And first of all, whether it is tempering and adapting to his current combat power, or completing the employment mission with Aretuza Academy.

Or simply, to express the disgust and anger in one's heart towards the slave trade and cannibalism.

He needs to go to Vizima.

——Then kill the head-eater and his buyer!

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The capital of Temeria, Vizima.

In a gorgeous house located in the trading area, the head-eater, Urbank, was sitting in a row of waiting seats outside the study with a nervous expression.

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

Their armor configuration is similar to Temerian standard armor, which is a simple composite armor. However, there is no white lily emblem printed on the outer blouse. Instead, it is plain black.

At various entrances, exits and corners of the manor, there were tall warriors wearing shiny plate armor guarding their faces, even their faces protected by visors.

This kind of warrior with full plate armor, even if he is surrounded by a group of people on the battlefield, he will have to beat him for a while to kill the warrior inside.

Soldiers who can move freely while wearing this kind of armor are more likely to take advantage of this period to swing their weapons, dance like a windmill, and cause a bloody storm.

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

But armored soldiers were also targets of massacre in front of full plate armored soldiers.

Urbank sat here and looked around. All he could see in front of him was the closed study door and the corner of the corridor.

But just sitting there for a moment and watching the soldiers passing by at the corner of the corridor was enough to massacre the camp he worked so hard to run in Willen.

And he also knew clearly that this manor was huge and deep, and there were definitely more guards than he saw.

No matter the power represented by these guards, the entire area of ​​this manor in the trading area is enough to indicate the prominent status of its owner.

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

We won’t discuss the old Vizima City, which is still a little scary because of the old events, nor the Temple District, which is a worthless gathering place for poor people and criminals. Let’s just talk about the most important trade area.

The city is crowded with merchants and goods coming from the rivers and land routes.

Bureaucrats who hold power and desire security and convenience fill the gaps in the trade zone.

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

Ubank was thinking aimlessly when the study door suddenly opened.

Expensive workmanship means that even though this door is thick and strong, it still makes no noise.

The warlock, Safra, is still dressed in light leather armor and a scarf covering the bridge of his nose.

He walked out of the study with a frown on his face, looking like he was not very satisfied with the conversation just now.

Above the face towel, cold eyes swept over Urbank like a poisonous snake.

Let this tall and strong man from the Skellige Islands laugh like a little chicken and shrink his body.

"It's your turn, head-eater, haha."

Safra sneered as if she was particularly disdainful of this nickname.

"I wish you good luck, and I hope the adults can listen to your explanation. Anyway, because of this mistake, I have to be busy for a while."

After that, the bald and turbaned warlock Then he walked away.

Ubank stood up and watched him leave with a doggy smile.

Then he walked towards the study door.

After the door was closed, Urbank's humble smile towards Safra suddenly disappeared.

"Sir, he's gone."

In the study, a well-dressed middle-aged man was playing with a small carriage model.

“How is his expression?”

"It's ugly."

"That's good."

Getting the answer, the middle-aged man nodded.

“As a warlock, Safra is very capable and has great desires, but I can satisfy him even if he is twice as big. But I can’t just let him get what he wants easily. ”

“Power and money have to go through ups and downs before they become more valuable.”

"But you are different, Urban."

Hearing the discussion about himself, the head-eater bowed his head humbly and remained silent.

“You don’t have the skills of a warlock as a capital, so you come with nothing. So I will give you whatever I can, because you are in a hurry. Moreover, your brain and your skill will often be the same. It makes me feel that it’s worth the money. But this time”

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

Those who eat their heads lower their heads lower.

"Give me an explanation, Urban."

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