Master Tongtian

Rosen woke up at dawn the next day.

Mana is the power of the soul. It is getting stronger and stronger, and the spirit is getting stronger. Even if I went to bed at three o'clock last night, I will still be full of energy when I get up.

There were a lot of speculations last night, but there was actually very little real evidence.

What the truth is, we still have to investigate on the spot.

After washing, go downstairs to find Harik for food.

While eating a delicious breakfast, Rosen asked: "Where is Uncle Chabolai? Is he not up yet?"

Harrick was mopping the floor with a mop. He sighed: "I went out early in the morning. I said I wanted to cooperate with the Mages Guild to arrest Miss Thrandis. I also said I would not give up until I caught her."

Rosen asked quickly: "Did you go alone?"

"No, I went with that pretty boy named Olek. The two of them have been inseparable recently."

Harik's tone was a little dull, and he seemed to look down on Olek.

Rosen's heart moved and he asked with a smile: "Uncle, aren't you jealous of Oleksandr?"

"I bother!"

Harrick looked unhappy: "Would I be jealous of him? I am much more manly than him."

"Then why are you unhappy?"

Unexpectedly, Harrick looked serious.

"Rosen, let me tell you, I have been a hotel owner for 10 years, and I am very good at judging people. No matter how much a person hides, they can't escape my eyes."

"That Olek may not look like him, but when I look at him, I feel that something is wrong with him. There must be something wrong with him, a big problem! If Chabolai mixes with him, he will suffer big losses sooner or later!"

Rosen chuckled: "What kind of disadvantage can uncle suffer? Even if we take the dry road, uncle will still make a profit."

Harrick was startled, then burst into laughter, and it took him a while to recover.

"Rosen, I'm serious, don't interrupt."

He looked around, as if to confirm if there was a third person around, then lowered his voice and said, "Let me tell you, hasn't Olek been living on the second floor lately?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Rosen nodded. He also knew about this. Olek had been living in the Hound House for more than a week, because Chabolai said that there were many rooms here and they were all empty.

"That afternoon, I was moving paintings from the third floor and happened to pass by Olek's room. As it happened, the door to that guy's room was open, so I took a peek inside. What do you think I saw?"

Rosen asked cooperatively: "What did you see?"

Harrick's voice became lower and lower: "I saw him looking in the mirror. Not looking in the mirror like a man, but looking around in front of the mirror like a woman."

"Ouch~ My God, Golden God. He is a grown man, and he is posing in front of the mirror. There must be something seriously wrong in his heart!"

"Well~ it's indeed a bit too much."

Rosen also felt it was a bit strange, but after all, it was a matter of personal habits. Maybe Olek thought he was handsome, so he became obsessed with himself.

But for a moment, he suspected that the other party might be disguised as a man, but he quickly dismissed this suspicion.

Olek was good-looking, but he had a muscular build, a deep voice, and the smell of sweat unique to a single man, and there was no trace of female femininity at all.

What kind of woman does this have to be to dress like this?

But then another possibility came to mind: "This guy likes hanging out with uncles so much. Could he be a lover?"

"I've thought too much. In short, this guy is very dangerous and mysterious. You have to be careful."

He also finished his breakfast and stood up to say goodbye.

"Uncle, I don't feel very happy. I won't be painting today. I'm going out for a walk to relax."

Harrick only thought that Thrandis's incident had a great impact on Rosen, so he said: "Go, go, anyone who encounters this will feel bad. It is also a good thing to go out more."

"I'll go upstairs to get some money first."

Rosen went back upstairs.

Since Olek was not there, he felt free to walk to the door of his room.

First, he looked carefully at the wooden door, especially the position of the door handle, and then turned around and returned to the third floor.

As soon as you get to the room, open the adventure journal and check for fingerprints.

When he saw it, he was immediately startled: "How come there are no fingerprints?"

He has now determined that normal people in this world have fingerprints, and not many people care about their own fingerprints.

"Did you get wiped by Uncle Harrick?"

Harrick has a mysophobia and can't stand a speck of dust. He likes to clean himself with a rag everywhere, so the possibility of being wiped is very high.

Olek's fingerprints were temporarily unavailable, so he didn't hesitate and decided to start from other aspects.

After taking the money and leaving the Hound House and walking onto the street, Rosen felt a little confused.

Although I made a lot of plans last night, I was still in such a hurry that when things came to a close, I didn’t know where to start.

‘Go directly to Veronica? ’

‘Who knows where that bitch is now? ’

He met Veronica for the first time last night and knew next to nothing about her situation.

If the other party is the real murderer and he suddenly comes to the door, he will definitely arouse the other party's alert, and he will lose his life if he can't do it.

I stood on the street corner and thought about it carefully, and finally found another less dangerous breakthrough.

"Marbury embalming fluid."

Thrandis read him a book called "General Alchemy", so Rosen knew that this was an alchemical product, a very professional solvent that was difficult for ordinary alchemists to prepare, and that he had to find a master.

In Silver Moon Castle, there are not many such alchemy masters, and everyone has a name.

Then, as long as you find out who has purchased a large amount of Marbury antiseptic liquid recently, you can follow the clues all the way.

So, how to find a master?

This one is simple.

Rosen quickly walked to the south market of the city and quickly found a herbal medicine shop called Vitality.

Coincidentally, he had painted portraits of both the owner and the clerk of this shop. After entering the shop, the clerk greeted him with a smile: "Good morning, Rosen."

Rosen waved back and asked, "Is Mr. Homerson here?"

"I'm here." came the response from behind the counter.

Rosen walked over and asked with a smile: "Mr. Homerson, I want to buy a few bottles of fire dragon wine. Do you have any?"

Fire dragon wine is a special solvent for preparing various mage potions. The difficulty is similar to that of Marbouri embalming fluid. Those who know how to prepare fire dragon wine will most likely be able to prepare Marbouri antiseptic fluid.

Homerson shrugged: "This product is too high-end. I, the herbal juice seller, can't get it. You have to find a professional alchemist."

Rosen sighed: "But I just can't find it. As you know, something like this happened to my original mentor again. So I want to ask you for directions."

Homerson sighed to express his sympathy, then picked up the quill, quickly wrote an address and name and handed it to Rosen.

"There is only one alchemist living in the south of the city. Ask him if he has any stock."

Rosen thanked him profusely: "Thank you very much for your message, Mr. Homerson. When I have time, I will draw a family portrait for you."

"Ha~~" Homers was very happy: "Then I'm really waiting."

These days, painting a family portrait is quite a luxury, and generally only nobles can afford it.

Rosen smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll come when you have time."

After waving goodbye and leaving the herbal shop, he followed the address and searched for it.

‘No. 36, Tianshui Lane, is a bit far away and the road is not very familiar, but it shouldn’t be difficult to find. ’

After wandering around the streets and alleys for more than half an hour, I finally found the place.

This is a quite unique wooden house with a large yard. Many unknown plants are planted in the yard, and greenhouses and rain screens are specially built in many places.

The courtyard door was closed. Rosen stepped forward and was about to knock on the door when he saw a wooden board hanging on the door.

There is a line of words written in charcoal on the wooden board: "I recently went out to purchase raw materials, and my return date is uncertain. I am very sorry if I have delayed your urgent business."

"Not at home? Is it such a coincidence?"

Rosen looked at the plants growing happily all over the yard, and felt that he didn't look like someone who would travel far.

Otherwise, if no one takes care of the flowers and plants in this yard, wouldn't it be ruined by a rain or snow?

It's drizzling now, with some snow particles mixed in.

He looked down at the writing on the board again: "This wording is really ugly. The board hasn't been completely wet yet. It was just hung up. Did you just leave?"

Since we just left, there should be footprints on the ground.

Rosen looked down at his feet. Because it was mud, there were indeed many footprints of all kinds.

New, old. Human, dog, cat, cow, pig, densely packed.

After careful observation, it was discovered that only one of the footprints matched the footprints in the yard.

Obviously, this footprint belongs to the owner of the yard, the alchemist.

Rosen soon discovered something was fishy.

The footprints at the entrance of the courtyard are a little blurry, and they don't look like they were just stepped on.

"It's strange. We obviously went on a long trip, and we just left. Why are there no fresh footprints on the ground? Did they fly out? Wait, that's not right!"

"Education is expensive these days, and most intellectuals have good handwriting. How can a famous alchemist have such ugly handwriting?"

He suddenly thought of a possibility, and his heart jumped suddenly: "Don't be silenced, right?"

As soon as this thought came out, Rosen felt his heartbeat speed up.

"As soon as I checked, someone was silenced. Is it so dangerous?"

Fortunately, this alley is quite lively, with people coming and going, and you can see patrolling guards walking by from time to time.

By chance, a group of guards passed by.

Rosen immediately walked up the mountain and blocked the other party's path.

The leading guard captain stared wide-eyed and shouted: "Kid, are you looking for death?!"

Rosen reached out and took out four silver clays from his pocket, flipped his hand gently, and secretly stuffed them into the opponent's hands.

"Uncle, I am the nephew of the high-ranking warrior Shabolai Omicia. I would like to ask you to do me a small favor."

With money and connections, the guard captain's attitude immediately softened significantly.

He said kindly: "Oh, it turns out that he is the nephew of Mr. Charbolai. Is there something wrong?"

Rosen led the guards to the entrance of the courtyard and briefly explained the previous analysis.

"I want to buy a few bottles of solvent. But in this case, I suspect something is going on inside. I want to ask the uncle to open the door and take a look."

The guard captain suddenly looked embarrassed.

"Well~ Mr. Stan is a famous alchemist. If he is not at home, we can't force the door."

Rosen's thoughts moved slightly, and a lovely gold crown quietly jumped into the guard captain's pocket.

"Uncle, if anything happens, I will be responsible. Any losses caused will be compensated by me."

"I am Mr. Chaballet's nephew. Even if I cannot shoulder the responsibility, my uncle can."

The guard captain touched his pocket, feeling the heavy touch of Jin Crown, and his heart felt hot.

This is equivalent to half a month's salary of his. The mother-in-law at home has always wanted to get a new pair of earrings. If she has this money, she can be happy and avoid facing a dead fish face when she returns home.

He took out the silver clay from before and divided half of it between each of his two men: "Why are you standing there in a daze? Break the door!"

"Yes, Captain."

The two guards raised their feet and kicked open the courtyard door. Then they went to the wooden house and kicked open the door.

The moment the door opened, a faint smell of blood wafted out.