Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 111 Hunter
Boom, boom, boom—the closed door was knocked lightly, followed by a cautious call: "Master."

After a long time, there was a hoarse response from the room, like a blunt saw scraping the bark: "Didn't I say, don't bother me casually?"

"Master, I swear that I never meant to disturb you—" The man outside the house was obviously a little frightened, "It is the Marquis who is here, and he said he must see you."

The air in the room fell into an unbearable silence again, and just when the servant was on the verge of collapse, he finally heard a sentence of amnesty: "Please come in, tell him not to bring any followers!"

"Yes!" The servant quickly responded, and ran towards the front door as if fleeing.

A moment later, a middle-aged man wearing a luxurious robe and a straight sword at his waist came in accompanied by the servant.

When passing through the long-abandoned medicine garden in the front yard, he was slightly taken aback, and said, "Where are the apprentices who take care of these medicinal materials?"

"Reporting to my lord, they have all been driven home by the master." The servant responded with a bow, "Almost all the people have run away recently, and the last few were driven away by the master three days ago. The medicine garden will also be deserted."

The Marquis of Osarion stopped and looked around. Not only were the delicate herbs turned yellow, but the entire yard had apparently been neglected for a long time.The fountain in the center, which is not frozen in winter under the magical effect, has stopped functioning, the holly wood in the fence has also deformed in the barbaric growth, and even a thick layer of snow has accumulated on the ground.

He squinted at the servant, and asked, "Why are you the only one who stayed behind when everyone else left?"

The old domestic servant who was over fifty years old gave a wry smile and said: "My lord, I have been serving the master here for 30 years. Apart from here, I really have nowhere to go at this age. In addition, the master needs a servant to take care of food and daily life." , and reluctantly allowed me to stay."

Osarion glanced in the direction of the main hall in the distance, and asked, "How is Master Rollo's mental state?"

"It hasn't been very good. After you go in, please try not to irritate the master to avoid accidents." The servant said earnestly.

"I know it, take me there."

About 5 minutes later, Osarion saw Rollo in the alchemy room with the doors and windows closed. The servant immediately retreated after serving the tea, leaving the space for the two big men.

"Sit down." Luo Luo was burying his head in the research table and tinkering with something. He didn't look back after hearing the voice, but greeted in a hoarse voice.

Osarion didn't take his seat, but went to the window and pulled up several thick blackout curtains, frowning, "What's going on? You didn't look like this when you came last time."

In the dim light, Rollo at the table bent his body like a crooked shrimp.As the test tube beakers in his hand continued to pour each other to mix, bursts of pungent smoke filled the air, covering the whole room in a confusing and weird atmosphere, making it unbearable like bugs crawling through.

"Don't move, some medicines must be made out of direct sunlight, that's not something you should worry about!" Rollo responded coldly.

"Can your body"

"My body is very good, very good——" Rollo stopped what he was doing, and turned to look at Osarion, who was so startled that he took half a step back involuntarily.

The originally old and serious face had been completely distorted, the muscles and fat twisted together in a strange posture, the upper and lower lips shrank into thin fleshy skin, exposing deformed gums and layers of teeth.

The most frightening thing was his eyes. There was a red glow visible to the naked eye in those protruding eyeballs. The moment the four eyes met, Osarion felt like he was facing a stinky lake of blood!
"Hehehe, look at your ignorant and cowardly look!" Luo Luo laughed lowly, "What's so scary about it, didn't you come to me just to win that hypocritical, boring and self-righteous bet?"

"Now let me tell you, I have never felt that my body is so full of strength at this moment. I am very satisfied with the medicinal materials you provided, no matter what Duoris did to those trolls, and no matter what kind of warriors he invited Acting as my opponents, they are no different from a piece of flimsy white paper in front of me-I think this is enough to satisfy you?"

Osarion tried his best to calm his mind, and said with a trembling voice, "I didn't expect those medicinal materials to have such a terrible effect in your hands. What happened to you. Such changes, are they irreversible?"

"irreversible?"

As if hearing some funny joke, Luo Luo sneered for a while, and said, "You have once again broken the lower limit of my knowledge of you, Osarion, of course this is irreversible! All power must be paid Isn’t it the most basic common sense to pay the corresponding price?”

Osarion ignored the offense in his words, and said after a moment of silence: "You are the most prestigious perfumer in the capital, and I will not dictate what you are proficient in, but no matter what you become, I will Do not forget our agreement."

"I know," Rollo said contemptuously, "kill as many trolls and opponents as possible, and become the final winner of the ceremony—you don't need to repeat it to me!"

"Also pay attention to see your opponent!" Osarion reminded with an ugly face, "Carlisle, the only son of Calvin Duoris, I have now confirmed that he will also participate in that battle ceremony—no matter what happens in the ceremony What, you don't want to hurt his life. All I want is the position of guarding the northern border, not to become a sworn enemy with Duoris!"

Rollo nodded impatiently, turned around and continued to study the fragrant medicine in his hand.

Osarion took a deep look at him, turned and walked out the door while pressing the hilt of his sword. He didn't want to stay in this kind of place for a minute if it wasn't necessary.

When the sound of footsteps completely disappeared from the courtyard, Luo Luo also finished mixing another bottle of fragrant medicine. He put the purple-black glossy perfume bottle on the table, stood up and stretched his deformed cervical spine. , and walked to a full-length mirror hanging on the corner cabinet.

Looking at the figure distorted like a ghost in the mirror, Luo Luo stood still for a long time, and let out a chuckle that he didn't know whether it was self-deprecating or bitter.

He pressed his palm on the mirror, and a blue magic seal emerged in the mirror, and then a pitch-black crack split the mirror in two, sliding to both sides to reveal a large secret room.

There are more than a dozen swords and swords of different lengths hanging on the display rack directly in front of them. Their blades are all polished by the hard horns of the evil omen. Once they are cut off, they can bring pain to the enemy.In the middle is a light armor in the style of a perfumer's robe, and the helmet is clearly carved from a skull that is one size larger than a normal human being. It is surrounded by twisted horns similar to those of the children of ominous omens. A wretched smile.

On the shelves on the left and right sides of the secret room, there are a lot of "trophies" belonging to Rollo. He made various specimens of the Sons of Omen he killed. Skulls, horns and skins filled these display shelves to the brim. The specimen near the door was even stained with fresh blood.

Rollo narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and showed a look of intoxication.

He drew a symbol of the golden law on his chest, and chanted in a pious tone: "The pain and wailing of the defiler is the most noble sacrifice we offer to the golden tree-may the law be eternal!"

(End of this chapter)