After bumping into the villain boss [Western Fantasy]

The story of Haishizi is actually quite simple.

It was just an accident at the very beginning.

A child with a prominent family background and a child with excellent grades but from a poor family are enrolled in the same school, but they did not coincidentally become the same class or anything else, they just chatted a few times during a certain class cooperation activity.

At that time, Haishizi was still a domineering child who didn't know the principles of dealing with others. When he saw a classmate who was said to be born in the poor, he asked if the life of the poor was very difficult.

Haishizi still remembers the angry eyes of the students in the class with few nobles, and the child named Vito answered his question after serious thinking for a long time: "If it is life, it is definitely far beyond your imagination. Difficult. But if it is light, I think we have seen more beautiful light than you."

Haishizi was confused by this answer, so he became more curious about the details of ordinary people's lives, and somehow became pen pals with Vito.

That is to say, every day you write to me one by one, Haishizi's personality gradually changes.The original ideal for the glory of the family and the nobility also quietly changed.

If you can……

At that time, Haishizi thought so.

He hoped to help those commoners without losing the glory of Edsik.

Give them more and more changes and help in their lives.

Vito greatly supported his ideals in the letter, and even made many interesting suggestions. The two people's ideas gradually drifted, and finally communicated with alchemy.

"For Edske, you can try to learn alchemy. I remember you told me before that you have the magic talent of chaos attribute? Although I know you must be more inclined to learn warriors, after all, we are all the same Yes, but..."

"I don't know if the alchemists of this generation can give birth to a child who focuses on life and can create alchemy that improves our lives. If so, it is simply a dream of heaven."

At that time, Haishizi didn't care about this passage. In his eyes, after his level was raised, he would have a lot of money to hire many alchemists to conduct experiments, and sooner or later he would be able to fulfill Vito's wish.

He wrote so vigorously in his reply.

"Don't care about these things. When I become a warrior, I have enough money to make those alchemists cry and kiss my robe corners, and they are willing to do any experiments for me. Compared with these, I care more Something else, like when will you be able to call me by my name, Vito? We're already so familiar."

At that time, Haishizi's life was smooth and smooth, and he had not experienced any setbacks.

However, the day after the letter was sent to the next class, he did not receive the usual reply.

Haishizi waited patiently for another day, and finally couldn't help but went directly to the door.

Then, he got a lot of strange sad eyes, something similar to a drifting bottle, and a shocking bad news.

The magic lamp at Vito's house has long been used up, and recently he is using candles for learning.

And when Vito was studying one night earlier, his candle was knocked over, instantly burning the small, somewhat damaged wooden house.Vito, who had just started practicing martial arts at that time and was quite talented but not yet able to compete with nature, was pushed down.

The scorched piece of paper was carefully placed in the only glass bottle in the house. Although the upper half was also burnt, there was still a faint corner left.

It was Vito's reply letter to Hashizi, and it was also the last voice he uttered before he died.

Haishizi shook his hand and took out the paper from the glass bottle, and placed the corner where he could still see clearly in front of him.

"Okay Hayes..."

For the first time in his life, Haishi hated that his name was so long, so long that in the last communication with his first friend in his life, he didn't see his name completely.

He grasped the glass bottle in his hand and recited it silently over and over again in his heart.

I will research a light source that is safe and will never affect people's lives. It will not be very expensive, and it will definitely be affordable for ordinary people to maintain their homes.

If it is not possible, those large stores will also decorate this light source for illumination, and you can go there to rub the light.

Things like overturning candles and overturning tar lamps will not happen again, and the 300 to 500 residents of Sithia City where Sisia is located every year who started to overturn the light source will not appear again.

He can do it.

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"It's really more desperate than I imagined." Linton was told that an alchemy room was vacant, and when he was walking from Hesz's cubicle to his own, he heard the sound of the alchemy room leaning on the armchair. The sad voice of the old man above.

"You mean?" Linton looked at the old man suspiciously.

"Haiszi... Since that incident, he has quickly taught himself the basics of magic materials and other books, and he can still exert his strongest ability without the teaching of alchemy teacher at all. He is now with him. There is only a little bit of hard work between his ideals, but this little bit of hard work makes him work hard."

"Since he doesn't want to grind through it, he can only fight through it."

Linton opened his mouth, did not speak, and walked towards his cubicle in silence.

He brought a lot of raw materials today, and wanted to try to make the alchemy items with the effects specified by his roommates, so that they could be used in the upcoming competition.

He believes that these roommates are not aimless, and the appropriate alchemy will definitely bring them greater improvement.

Taking a deep breath, Linton quickly started to act.

The first is Iverson's demand. He wants a melee weapon that can use magic to grow vines.Let him use the court sword more often, and he can catch opponents by surprise.

After hesitating for a moment, Linton chose a dagger.

However, he hadn't formally started learning weapon alchemy, and there was a little accident when the materials were finally shaped.

Linton stared at the kitchen knife-shaped thing in front of him in silence for two seconds, then threw it aside out of sight and out of mind.

The next thing to do is the alchemy item that Anlan wanted first.

The guy wants a defensive trinket that retriggers, the smaller ones.

what to do...

Linton, who remembered that the other party had earrings and pendants, slowly set his eyes on his fingers.