Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 493: Repayment
"The battle here...

Is it over already? "

Windsorbell and Planjie both looked at the hill below with some surprise.

Tylos, Della, Podka and others were leading the remaining followers, cleaning up the remaining low-level monsters like beating a drowned dog.

The vast majority of them are slow in movement and weak in strength.

In the terrifying killing spree of the "Blade Storm" just now, he couldn't even catch up even if he was going to die.

Now he has become the object for them to vent their excitement.

With the strength of three first-level wizards and the power of their followers, this place has completely evolved into their home ground.

Especially Della, who mastered the power of elements. Every time she waved the staff in her hand, a "fireball" the size of a washbasin flew out, killing group of monsters in the violent explosion.

Those small cowardly demons and the Quasai demons simply cannot withstand attacks of this strength.

In the blink of an eye, it was reduced to ashes.

Roy sat on the top of the mountain to rest, looking calm and leisurely.

He looked as if he had arrived early in a hurry just to watch the fight from afar.

But near him, thousands of monsters lay dead, their blood flowing and their corpses piled up like mountains.

The black evil energy that was as solid as a substance was stained with blood and stained the surrounding land.

This is in stark contrast to his calm and leisurely state.

Roy saw them coming, stood up and jumped over without saying anything.

"Lord Killick."

Not long after, Tilros, Della, and Podka killed the last monster and hurried over with their remaining subordinates.

They looked up at Roy above with a look of awe on their faces, different from the awe they had when they first met.

"Thank you so much..."

"If it weren't for your Excellency's help this time, we would have been in great danger."

"Stop this useless nonsense. If you weren't so insidious and lured the monster to the entrance, there would be no need for me to wade into this mess."

Roy responded to these people's goodwill with a cold face.

If it were ordinary wizards, they would definitely have made some rebuttals.

But since the person who said this was Roy, they could only smile and act innocent.

"We are also in a panic..."

"At the time, I just wanted to escape quickly and didn't think too much about it."

"Okay, don't use this kind of nonsense to deceive people.

Let me tell you what you plan to do to repay me for saving your life.

There's no need for pretense between us wizards, and I don't need any favors from you. Whether it's the treasures you've found on this search, the secrets of witchcraft you've mastered, or anything else of value, please show it to me."

The universe was so vast, and Roy didn't think he would have any chance of meeting these wizards again, so he got straight to the point without talking about social etiquette.

The three of them were disappointed.

But in the wizarding world, there is indeed a tradition of giving out treasures to repay benefactors.

Wuta does not interfere with these things, everything is voluntary.

"Are you interested in any treasures found during this search? I have a few, but they may not be very valuable."

Tyrros thought for a moment and took out several things that glowed with white and green light.

This is something similar to human limbs and organs, and is obviously made from chalk soil.

When Roy saw it, he immediately felt a sense of fullness, with a faint tingling between his eyebrows.

He felt a little surprised in his heart, but remained calm on the surface. He took it and looked at it carefully.

It was not put back until all the innate essence was absorbed. "Forget it."

Then he looked at what Della took out.

"I only picked up these gem fragments..."

Della was a little nervous and took out various elemental gems of ordinary value.

As a result, the quality did not even reach level one, and most of them were cracked gems and gem fragments and pieces.

Roy didn't even bother to look at him any longer, and his eyes turned to Podka.

"Mr. Kilik, please take a look!"

When the two of them took out their things, he was already prepared and took out his gains honestly.

"Ok?"

A blue light appeared in Roy's eyes.

"Oona's music box (broken)..."

The thumb-high metal bronze statue of a little girl is holding up a corner of her skirt and posing in a dancing posture, which is very lifelike.

She seemed to come alive at any moment and dance to the music.

But unfortunately, a corner of the stage seemed to have been cracked by the huge force, and the parts inside may also have been damaged.

"This thing is a rare second-level magical treasure. It's a pity that it's damaged..."

Podka also had some ability to identify things, and said with regret.

But Roy didn't really mind, because he felt that a certain amount of innate essence had been absorbed by him.

This existence is not quite compatible with what he had obtained before, but it was still captured by his own thoughts and condensed into different "talent seeds" and temporarily preserved.

This does not increase the current level of condensation, but does increase the possibility of acquiring other talents in the future.

"Your item is quite good. Even if it's damaged, a second-level treasure should still have its own value."

Roy put it away without hesitation, and then said to Tylos and Della who were not satisfied with their harvest before.

"Just give me a secret technique each. Knowledge is priceless, regardless of rank or type...

But, they all have to be things I’ve never come across before.”

This requirement seems simple, but it is actually not.

Tyrros and Della soon discovered that Lord Kilik was extremely knowledgeable and unfathomable.

For most of the knowledge and skills they possess, the other party can tell them everything and then refute them as soon as they give a brief introduction.

This is naturally the solid foundation brought by [Inspiration] and [Catalogue of Various Studies].

In desperation, the two could only hand over part of their inherited witchcraft.

These low-level inherited witchcrafts are probably less circulated in the market.

Roy finally accepted it with a smile.

……

After a while, everyone searched the demon corpses scattered all over the mountains and found some relatively advanced claws, wings, blood and other materials.

Then the demon corpses were seen rotting rapidly, and their life force seemed to turn into smoke and disappear on the spot.

This is the special nature of abyssal creatures.

They are not actually flesh and blood in the conventional sense, nor are they even physical forms.

But once they come to the material world, they are made up of flesh, blood and organs.

This state between reality and illusion once puzzled many wizards, who suspected that it might contain mysteries such as the projection of gods and the sanctified body.

But Roy and others had no intention of pursuing these secrets, they just wanted to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)