Wizarding World Beekeeper

"Leaving aside whether we can find the legendary cabin, are you sure there is really a semi-automatic alchemy cauldron there? I mean, with such a precious thing, the owner of the house has no reason not to take it away."

"Don't worry, my source of information is very reliable. You know, that friend of mine is a bard and has mastered the ability of 'catching wind and shadows'. The wind in the forest will reveal secrets to him."

The dark-skinned man sat cross-legged under the tree, holding a rough hand-drawn map in his hand. He casually answered his companion's questions without taking his eyes off the map.

He was wearing layers of rags, with long unkempt hair, and was rather slovenly dressed.

Compared with him, his companion leaning on the tree trunk and holding his arms looked particularly elegant.

This man has a slender figure, short silver hair, and wears a spotless dark green robe. He wears at least seven or eight rings on each hand, some are large and some are small, some are inlaid with diamonds of various colors, and some are made of pure metal.

"The bard not only catches wind and ghosts, but sometimes talks nonsense." The man in green robe paused and continued: "Speaking of which, those alchemy dogs all regard the formula as more important than their lives, and the ones that have spread to the market are all Some basic formulas. Even if we get the semi-automatic alchemy cauldron, it won’t be able to play its role.”

"Don't insult dogs. Dogs are our most loyal assistants. Whether they can play a role is another matter, but limited edition rare props are waiting for us somewhere. Don't you want them?"

"Hmph, let's find it first and then talk about it. That wooden house has been cast with a shielding spell, so it's not that easy to find."

"Don't worry, my friend gave some very useful clues, such as following the scent of the sleeping moon flowers..."

"Is the cabin you are talking about made of iron pith wood?" At this time, a woman's voice intervened in the conversation.

"Maybe, what's wrong?" The sloppy man looked up and saw a dexterous and graceful figure standing on the branch.

Sudden——

The woman jumped from the branch.

She wore a black cloak and black tights under the cloak. She looked like a strong black cat. Most of her long black hair was covered by the cloak. She had a beautiful appearance and a cold temperament.

"I may have found the target, follow me."

As she spoke, she put on her hood, pressed the handle of the knife at her waist with one hand, and walked in a certain direction.

"What? Impossible!"

The sloppy man looked at her back, then looked down at the abstract map, and muttered: "How could she be found so easily?"

As a guide, the fart did not work. He was in a very complicated mood at this time. He wanted to find it, but he didn't want to find it just like this.

"Just take a look and you will know." The man in green robe took the lead and followed.

The sloppy man could only put away the map, drag his tattered backpack and follow.

…

Soon, a small and exquisite wooden house appeared in front of them, surrounded by not too dense trees.

It was not in the darkness of some forest, nor was it located in the underground space of this forest as they had guessed before. It just stood there so generously.

Looking at the material, it does look like it is made of iron pith wood.

This kind of wood is very precious, and the normal cultivation and growth cycle is extremely long. If it is used so extravagantly to build a house, the owner of the wooden house must be extraordinary.

The sloppy man pondered for a few seconds: "There are two possibilities, either it is the wooden house we are looking for, or it is not."

The two companions looked at him silently and were speechless.

The sloppy man continued: "If so, it means that the shielding spell has been lifted. There are two possibilities. Either the spell has failed naturally, or it has been caused by man."

"If it was caused by humans, then there are two possibilities." The man in green robe continued his nonsense and used the same sentence pattern, "Either someone got there first, or the owner of the cabin came back."

The sloppy man nodded in agreement: "If it's the latter..."

"Shut up, you guys!" the woman ended this meaningless discussion, "In short, no matter what the situation is, it means that the possibility of us obtaining the alchemy cauldron has become lower. But I think both of you should Don’t you want to stop here?”

The three of them reached a consensus and did not rush in. Instead, they used the cover of the trees to go around to the back of the wooden house.

The first thing I saw was a sea of ​​moonflowers, which spread from the backyard of the wooden house to the depths of the forest.

This exactly corresponds to the bard's clue of "following the scent of flowers sleeping in the moon".

It seems 80% correct.

A figure in black robe was standing in the sea of ​​flowers, inserting a branch into the ground, with a branch on the top, and a small wooden pot hung on it.

The man in black robe held a bottle in his hand and poured some yellow liquid into it. It might be some kind of magic potion.

To repel pests?

He seemed to be taking care of the sea of ​​flowers.

But looking at his clumsy movements, he doesn't look like a powerful character at all, let alone an alchemist who is famous for his dexterity.

You must know that alchemy requires very precise dosage of materials, and the more high-end alchemy, the more so.

If there is a slight mistake, it will be a small matter if the experiment fails, but it will easily blow yourself up.

How can someone as clumsy as him do experiments?

"Maybe this guy is just an ordinary person who entered here by mistake."

"It would be easier if it were just ordinary people."

The treasure he had been thinking about day and night was right in front of him. The sloppy man could no longer contain his excitement and jumped out from behind the tree.

"Even if he is an alchemist, with the combined strength of the three of us, we are not afraid of him! We must subdue him first!"

…

Hua Mi poured the honey into the wooden jar as a sign of goodwill to the seven fake flower essences and as a welcome gesture.

Unexpectedly, instead of waiting for the seven little ones, three uninvited guests came.

The guy at the front had unkempt hair and used both hands and feet, like a wild dog that had escaped the reins, rushing out of the sea of ​​​​Moon Sleeping Flowers and heading straight for him.

The speed is very fast, and there are faint signs of animal transformation in his appearance.

“Is this the lycanthropic patient mentioned in the Black Forest Adventure Guide?”

Hua Mi took a step back. Without any time to think, her consciousness immediately connected to the pain swarm.

During the days when he was making Moon Sleeping Flower Honey, he was not idle. Whenever he had time, he practiced controlling bee swarms, especially combat bee swarms. If not saying that he was superb, he was at least as good as his fingers.

Buzz——

Along with the high-frequency buzzing sound, a group of "black mist" slowly rose behind him.

He paused for a moment in mid-air, quickly reorganized his formation, and swarmed forward.

The fluid swept past Hua Mi, smoothly flew from both sides of his body, then merged together and rushed towards the suspected lycanthropy patient.

"Ha, what a little trick!"

The lycanthrope was not afraid at all when he saw the black mist. He rushed towards it without slowing down and raised his hand with a claw.

Two or three inches long pitch black nails sprouted from his hands, like sharp hooks.

A claw fell, leaving five dark traces in the air, as if it cut through the space out of thin air.

Using force to defeat all means is his fighting method!

No matter what kind of spell you are, just rush in and do it.

With his physical fitness and resistance to spells, ordinary magic can't cause any harm to him for a while.

As long as the opponent is close to him, he will only get beaten. If he catches him, he can directly take him away with a combo of moves.

The black iron-like claws swung down towards the swarm.

The bee swarm split into two and avoided the attack. Only a small number of bees in the middle had no time to dodge and were burned to ashes by a ball of black flames under their claws.

"insect?"

Only when I got closer did I realize that the mist was a gathering of small flying insects, and the buzzing sound was just the sound of their wings flapping.

"How can you deal with such a weak insect? It's effortless to crush them to death!"

The lycanthrope sneered, not caring about the few bugs that landed on his face and arms.

But the next second, his face twitched.

Then red.

Then it turns green.

Turns white quickly.

"Ouch-ooh ho ho ho ho!!!"

The lycanthrope screamed like a ghost crying or a wolf howling.

After dancing on the spot for a few seconds, my whole body froze and I fell asleep.