Wizard of All Souls

five days later.

In a sealed room in Lent Town, it was steaming and smoky.

With a solemn expression, Will picked up a ceramic pot filled with dark green liquid, and poured the dark green liquid into a clean white cloth bag.

Squeeze the bag firmly.

Put the dark green liquid flowing out from the gap of the cloth bag into a glass tube container.

Will brought the mouth of the glass tube to his nose, but there was no smell.

Will dripped another drop of the solution into his mouth, and there was a faint tingling sensation on his tongue, but it was not very obvious, a bit like peppercorns.

"It finally worked."

Shaking the liquid in his hand, Will smiled.

When refining the black stock solution some time ago, there were no problems with the materials, steps, and techniques, but no matter how hard Will tried, he couldn't make a qualified black stock solution.

After asking Rep, Will knew the reason.

the reason is simple.

The temperature is unstable!

Ordinary boilers have uneven temperature distribution, so no qualified black stock solution can be produced at all.

Since a qualified stove could not be built in Albert Castle for a while, Will came to Lent Town.

After having a qualified stove, Will successfully refined a qualified black stock solution in less than five days.

Will walked out of the room.

He told the three servants who were waiting outside: "Open the window, ventilate for three hours, and then rinse the room carefully with water. During this period, no one should be allowed to approach. Remember, you must wear a mask and gloves when cleaning."

Poisonous mist will appear when refining the black stock solution.

Even a knight would feel ill if he breathed it.

Will was also able to stay in the poisonous fog because of the black stock solution, which contained extremely strong toxins in his body.

Will returned to the room, changed his clothes, and took the tools he had prepared.

Riding a steed, he walked towards the Red Moon Forest.

About half an hour later.

Will came to the edge of the Red Moon Forest, and there were two people sitting under the shade of a willow tree by the river.

One looked about forty years old, with disheveled hair, an eye patch over his left eye, and an accomplished overcoat.

The other person was about fifty years old, with a thin build, dark skin, and sunken eye sockets.

"Uncle Rip, who is this?" Will stepped forward.

"He is an experienced hunter I invited." Rep said.

"Master, my name is Mick, and I am very happy to serve you two." Orion Mick saluted Will.

"Mick?"

The next thing Will and Rip are going to is the lair of the four-armed ghost ape.

Even the knights may not be able to survive, a little hunter?

Mick saw Will's mistrust.

Mick raised his chest and said to himself: "Masters, since I entered the Red Moon Forest with my father at the age of seven, it has been forty-one years. In terms of familiarity with the Red Moon Forest, no one in Lent Town can compare I."

"I found Mick, and it will be useful," said Rip.

Now that Rep has spoken, Will can't say anything.

Will, Rep, and Mick entered the Red Moon Forest together.

Mick led the way, Will in the middle, and Rip in the rear.

In the lush forest, the three of them were like three small black dots, moving slowly among the giant trees and vines.

As the three continued to deepen.

Mick started to stop frequently, sometimes to make marks, sometimes to lie on the ground to listen to things, and sometimes to put feces on the ground into his mouth.

Rep seemed to be very interested in Mick. Along the way, he kept chatting with Mick, and the two kept discussing the knowledge of adventure hunting.

For three days, Will listened to it and felt that it benefited a lot.

Will could intuitively detect that Repp's experience and skills were far superior to Mick's.

Along the way, the conversations between Rep and Mick were actually for Will.

The purpose is to let Will understand the hunting adventure from shallow to deep.

"So that's why you brought Mick?"

Will was moved.

...

this day.

In front of a swamp, Mick stopped.

Here, the miasma begins to appear.

Looking from a distance, the miasma is getting thicker and thicker, like a thick fog, covering the front.

"Ahead is the Deadwood Swamp. After passing the Deadwood Swamp, you will reach Banyue Mountain. After taking you here, my mission is over." Mick looked at the front with a serious face.

"It may not be easy to cross the Deadwood Swamp," Rep said.

"Masters, I advise you to stop here." Mick expressed good intentions, "The Deadwood Swamp is too dangerous. There are less than ten hunters who are sure to cross the Deadwood Swamp in the whole month."

"Aren't you one of those ten people?" Rep took out a money bag, "Here are twenty gold coins. If you are willing to take us across the deadwood swamp, all these gold coins will be yours."

grunt.

Mick stared at the bag in Rep's hand with greedy eyes.

Mick raised his hand and put it down with difficulty.

"It's not difficult for me to cross the deadwood swamp alone, but I want to bring two people together." Mick smiled wryly and shook his head, "Masters, to tell you the truth, I really want your money, but whether it is For the sake of my own life, it is still two, I advise you to give up."

"Is the Deadwood Swamp so dangerous?" Will asked on the side.

"The deadwood swamp is dangerous, but if you want to cross it, there is still a way, but—" Mick's tone suddenly became awe-inspiring, "I wonder if the two masters have heard of 'not half crimson'?"

"Crimson less than half?"

Rep looked at Will, who was also confused.

"It's actually very simple. It literally means, go deep into the Red Moon Forest and never cross the Half Moon Mountain." Mika explained.

"That is why ah?"

Even Will, this is the first time he heard such a statement.

Mika grinned, and squeezed out a few words between his yellow teeth, "Because, everyone who went to Banyue Mountain died."

"They're all dead?" Will was startled.

"Not a single one survived." At the end, Mitya added, "There were a few knights among them."

In Mick's heart, the knight is already extremely powerful.

Even if Will and Rep are nobles, have practiced breathing techniques, and become knights, going to Banyue Mountain is just looking for death.

But what Mick didn't know was that Will and Rip were not just knights.

"We have to go to Half Moon Mountain. I don't have so many gold coins with me." Rep took out a dagger inlaid with gems, "If you are willing to take us through the deadwood swamp, this dagger belongs to you."

Mick's eyes stared straight at once.

Mick took the dagger with trembling hands. Mick's eyes did not look at the gems inlaid on the dagger, but at the blade.

"Varian steel?" Mick took a deep breath.

"Only the blade is made of Varian steel, but it's worth several hundred gold coins." Rep said.

"Are you sure to give it to me?"

Mick held the Varian steel dagger tightly, with a desperate expression on his face.

"For us, it's nothing more than a dagger," Rep said.

"Okay, but I will only take you through the deadwood swamp, and you can go the rest of the way by yourself, right?" Mick said firmly.

"We are in a hurry and must cross the Deadwood Swamp within today." Rep added.

Mick looked up and glanced at the sky.

"It's about ten o'clock."

The golden sunlight fell piecemeal from the gaps in the leaves to the ground, turning into spots of light and imprinting on Mick's resolute face.

"Okay, it's a deal!" Mick seemed to have made a huge determination.

"make a deal."

Rip smiled and shook Mick's hand.

"Uncle Rip?"

Will looked at Rep puzzled, not understanding why Rep did what he did.

Bringing a hunter who doesn't even have a quasi-knight, no matter how good the hunting experience is, it's just a burden.

Rep gave Will a meaningful look in his eyes, without explaining.

Will, Rep, and Mick set off again.

Mick is indeed one of the hunters who knows the Red Moon Forest best.

Along the way, Mick led Will and the others to avoid dangers and beasts.

Without Mick leading the way, Will and the others might have been attacked more than a dozen times.

But without Mick.

Will and Rep let go of their strength and moved forward without hesitation. At noon, the two had already passed through the deadwood swamp.

And now, it's five o'clock in the evening.

Deadwood Swamp is only two-thirds gone.

Mick pointed to a large swamp in front of him, "This is the swamp crocodile pond, the habitat of giant swamp crocodiles. It is two kilometers wide. As long as you cross this large swamp, you will be able to see Banyue Mountain."

"There's no place to stay here?" Will asked.

"See those trees?" Mick pointed to the sparse trees in the swamp. "There are many vines connecting each tree. We can climb the vines to cross this swamp."

Will took a look, sure enough.

Although the trees in the swamp crocodile pond are very sparse, there is only one tree at a distance of tens of meters.

But all the trees are entwined by countless vines, covering the entire swamp crocodile pool like a giant net.

Mick led the way and climbed a tree.

The bark of the tree is damp and rots.

"Be careful, there are not only crocodiles living in the swamp crocodile pool, but also countless miasmas. If a person falls, it will corrode and melt away." Mick warned.

"I'll talk about this later. The snake caught in the hand is all right?" Will asked.

On these rotten giant trees, countless bugs and birds inhabited.

Along the way, the three of Will were covered with bugs of all sizes.

Although Mick said that the bugs were not poisonous, the feeling of countless bugs crawling on his body still made Will extremely sick and uncomfortable.

"snake?"

Mick looked down and saw that he had mistook a snake for a vine and caught it.

It was a green snake with the thickness of a finger, about the same as an ordinary green snake.

Mick froze for a moment, and suddenly his face changed drastically.

"Green snake!"

Mick shook his body and quickly threw the snake in his hand.

"Ahhh!"

Mick screamed and fell into the swamp holding the hand bitten by the green snake, and his whole body was submerged in the swamp.

"Mick!"

Will reacted a little slower.

Will's feet were clamped on the branches, his body was hanging down, his hands went deep into the swamp, and he didn't hold Mick's hand until his arms were completely submerged in the mud.

Will pulled up hard.

Unexpectedly, when the hands tightened, they couldn't move.

Will pushed harder.

"Wow--"

A rosy-white human body was pulled out by Will at once.

Mick was covered in blood, and there were small "Sisi" whimpers from his mouth.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Will immediately retched.