Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 240 Fair Deal
Mid-August, Tanle City.

Roy pushed open the wooden door of the South City Tavern and walked in.

All that filled my ears was the clamor of the orcs chatting and laughing freely, the sour smell of cheap beer accompanied by all sorts of vulgar slang.

Roy ignored all this and fixed his eyes on the brown-skinned orc youth in the corner of the tavern.

He was sitting there alone with his head slightly lowered, drinking silently, and his body looked a little hunched.

This was a young man who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. He had just reached adulthood and was already very sturdy, but he exuded an air of decadence from head to toe. He had an untidy beard and looked shabby when he mingled with the orc adventurers and warriors.

He carried a broadsword on his back, a straight-edged weapon similar to a sword.

Orcs often confuse swords and knives, so it looks like a long and wide machete.

Together with the long sword, there is a short pole with a piece of black cloth rolled up on it.

Roy looked at him silently for a while, then came over and sat down in front of him.

Luker glanced at Roy with a ferocious look on his face: "Get out!"

This young orc possesses the strength equivalent to that of a great knight, which is considered the highest rank among the mortal world.

This is more than enough to counteract the effects of the friendly fragrance.

He was totally unimpressed by the familiarity and behaved extremely badly.

Roy wasn't angry, but simply asked softly, "Luke, have you forgotten your deep hatred and are only spending your days drinking here?"

With a snap, the ceramic cup in his hand cracked.

Luker's eyes were red. He raised his head and stared at Roy who spoke: "Who are you?"

Roy spoke in a half-baked Ossian language with a strange accent, "A person with high moral standards, willing to help others, and able to help you achieve your wishes."

Luker snorted coldly, his eyes becoming more alert.

Just when the situation was tense, Roy suddenly used his mental power to cast a spell similar to "communication", and the voice sounded directly in Luker's mind.

"Are you here looking for an opportunity to attack Amo?

Don't be silly, with your current strength, it's basically a gift for free.

If you really want revenge, follow me and I will give you a chance."

After saying that, he suddenly stood up and left the tavern.

Luker stared at his back, his expression uncertain.

It was not until Roy was about to disappear around the corner that he suddenly stood up and followed him out.

……

Not long after, outside the city of Tanlie, in the deserted mountains.

Luker continued to quicken his pace and caught up with Roy who was walking slowly there.

Suddenly, he drew the long sword from behind and rushed forward.

When he approached Roy, suddenly, a burst of fighting spirit like fire shot out.

Roy seemed to have eyes on his back. He turned around suddenly, and the invisible spiritual power formed a shielding force field around his body, blocking the sudden attack.

While Luker was stunned, a violent aura emerged from his body.

As high as tens or hundreds of degrees, it can be called a powerful display of first-level life energy.

The overwhelming momentum was like an invisible wall, hitting Luker hard.

With a bang, the reckless young orc flew backwards.

"Damn it!"

In a blink of an eye, Luker got up again, and in addition to shock, anger and vigilance, there was also a bit of astonishment on his face.

He didn't expect that this young orc who looked about the same age as him would actually be a hero-level warrior!
He was a little bit unbelievable, regrouped and wanted to try again.

But Roy didn't give him a second chance and rushed up quickly.

Luker only had time to raise his sword when he saw the other person's figure flash by.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared like a shadow.

Immediately afterwards, he received a heavy blow to the neck.

He suddenly fainted.

...When Luker woke up again, he was already in a dim hut.

"What...what's going on?"

Luker felt dizzy and drowsy, as if he had drunk fake alcohol.

When he opened his hands, he was surprised to find that his skin had turned from brown to green.

This is another race with a large color spectrum among the orcs.

The orcs in the Osis plane have skin colors ranging from blue to brown to green, indicating the different proportions of various bloodlines.

But Luker had never heard that drinking a few bottles of fake wine could change the color of one's skin.

This is as outrageous as if you were exposed to too much sun during pregnancy and gave birth to a dark-skinned child!

Just as Luker was screaming in his heart, shocked beyond words, a figure walked in.

With the dim light like an oil lamp, he actually saw his own face!
The lifelike appearance, just like twin brothers, scared Luker.

Roy spoke softly, his voice coming over: "He is of low status and weak, but he doesn't know how to be patient and attacks at will...

He seems to be a brainless guy.

If you rashly go to Amo to seek revenge, you will most likely be hacked to death by him and then thrown into a stinking ditch on the side of the road like a stray dog.

It's really a waste of air to be alive..."

"Who the hell are you!"

Luker's face flushed.

Seeing this, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and wanted to rush forward and fight.

But in the blink of an eye, Roy grabbed her hair and pinned her to the wall with one hand.

He pressed his elbow against the other person's body, pointed his index and middle fingers at his forehead, and said quietly, "Don't worry about who I am.

I just want to ask you one question: do you still want revenge?"

"I...of course I do!"

Luker struggled angrily for a while, but failed to break free and could not help but look gloomy.

"But what's the use of thinking?

Becoming a hero is not that easy...

Over the past few years, I have gone through untold hardships and continued to practice.

But I still haven't seen any hope of breaking through this step!

Even now...

And it fell into your hands!"

Roy said, "That's true. Physical growth is even more difficult to achieve than spiritual growth. Unless one has a sufficiently powerful extraordinary bloodline, or encounters ancient ruins, dragon treasures, or something similar..."

Luker said angrily, "What's the point of you telling me this? Are you trying to humiliate me on purpose?"

Roy said, "Tsk! I don't have that kind of leisure time...

Look, since you don't have the ability but still can't let go, how about making a deal with me?"

"Deal?" Luker was stunned.

Roy said, "Tell me about the Black Blade Clan's past and the grudges and hatred between them and Amo...

Let me take your place and help you get revenge!

This way, you can finally put an end to this matter and achieve your wish."

"What?" Luker was stunned.

"Don't doubt my motives. I want to kill Amo just like you do!"

Roy said to him calmly.

"This is like you pledging your identity and life to me in exchange for the fulfillment of your wish...

Fair enough, and a good deal, isn’t it?”

(End of this chapter)