When I returned to Odinburg, it was already 4 or 5 pm.
Just as he was about to enter the courtyard, Dick suddenly thought that since he had collected so many materials today, he might as well go to Xiya's place to refrigerate them.
He did as he was told, turned around, and walked directly towards the would-be sorcerer's home.
"Xiya, is Xiya here?"
Outside the courtyard gate, Dick was shouting.
No one responded.
I pushed the courtyard door gently, only to find that it was not locked.
I walked to the door and tried again, but it was still unlocked.
Looking inside, the living room was extremely tidy. Dick shouted again, "Xiya, are you in the laboratory?"
Still no one responded, Dick frowned, because the living room was so clean, so clean that all necessary things seemed to have been moved away.
Pushing open Xiya's bedroom, I found that the bedroom still smelled of a faint fragrance of flowers, but the two dolls on the bedside had disappeared.
He quickly turned around, quickly came to the living room, and opened the door of the laboratory, but there was still no one.
No Xiya.
No Barbara.
After lighting the surrounding oil lamps, Dick sat quietly at the experimental table. A square leather box was placed on the left side of the table;
On the right side is a Tiny belt bag similar to that worn by a witcher on a daily basis, with a pattern of School of the Lynx clumsily sewn on it with thin threads.
And in the middle of these two objects is a piece of paper. To be precise...
It's a letter.
Dick Pick it up and read slowly and carefully:
Dick, when you read this letter, I have already left.
My internship at Odinburg has ended.
The master is very satisfied with my breakthrough, and now I go back to take the official warlock assessment.
As expected, I will become an official warlock in one year, and I hope to see you again then.
I really enjoyed my internship with you at Odinburg.
Although you were a bit of a jerk before.
When Dick reads this, one can imagine the smile on Xiya's face when he wrote this sentence.
He continued to look down:
However, although this period of time was short, we experienced a lot. We hunted Drowner together, developed potions together, dealt with Broom Witch together, and defended the city together. I miss these days very much.
See that box?
It contains everything you need for hunting monsters later.
The potions and other potions in the box were all developed overnight by my master. I think they will be enough for you to use for a while.
As for the Tiny witcher belt bag, you need to put a drop of blood into it.
By the way, the School of the Lynx pattern above was sewn by me, so don't find it ugly.
Both of these are given as gifts to you.
Finally Dick, remember what you said - live together.
Magic Academy Quasi-Warlock--Xiya, stay.
Dick put down the letter and opened the leather box on the left. Dozens of test tube medicines were neatly arranged inside, and there were labels next to the medicines:
[Swallow] potion to reduce injuries;
[White Honey] potion that reduces the toxicity of magic potions;
There is even a bottle of Blizzard potion that can temporarily greatly improve the witcher's reaction and sensitivity.
Dick Although I don't know how to make Blizzard Potion, I also know that this material is very precious.
On the right side, there are a total of ten bottles of [Beast], [Relicts], [Ghoul] and other sword oils.
There is even a Dimeritium Bomb in the middle, and two pitch black balls that are smaller than the Dimeritium bomb - [Dancing Star] bombs, which can be used to blind monsters and blow up monster lairs.
"Xiya." Dick said softly to himself.
Then he closed the box again and took the belt bag on the right side of the table in his hand.
Looking at the somewhat ridiculous School of the Lynx pattern, a warm current surged through my heart.
I was about to open my pocket to see what was inside, but found that it seemed to be blocked by some invisible barrier.
Dick suddenly realized that he immediately took out the dagger from his waist, slowly made a small cut with his index finger, and squeezed out the blood and dripped it into the pocket.
Then he tried again, and this time, his palm reached in without any obstruction, and information came to his mind that this was actually a spatial pocket, with a full cubic meter of space inside.
Although the original body was uneducated and incompetent, descriptions of space objects were also recorded in his memory.
In this era, space items are extremely precious. Each one is worth tens of thousands of Kelang, and there is no market for it, because making such a space package requires a great deal of energy and magic power from a warlock, and requires energy stones of different grades and cumbersome formations to make.
Dick said nothing, and silently replaced the bag on his waist, and put all the contents into the space bag.
Finally, all the magic potions and sword oil made by Xiya were put into the space and tied around the waist again.
After doing this, I looked around the laboratory again. It seemed that in a corner, Xiya was slowly grinding herbs and looked over with a smile on his face.
I closed the door and walked into the yard, only to find that the wind was freezing tonight and heavy snow was blowing everywhere.
"Is it going to snow so soon?"
Then, Dick murmured and walked towards the Odinburg base. The sound of "stomp" rang out in the thick snow, and a row of clear footprints were deeply engraved on the white snow.
"Xiya has already mentioned that she will succeed in the assessment in one year, and she will become an official warlock at that time.
"The brief separation is just for a better encounter.
"Then I," Dick clenched his fists, "have to work harder.
"When I first came to this world, I only became stronger in order to survive. Now it seems that I have another reason to become stronger.
"Xiya, wait for me."
Early the next morning, Dick got up and finished his meal under the service of the maid.
The maid handed over a spacious cloak to Dick, "Master Dick, this is what Master Kebi asked me to give to you. He said that the weather is cold now. Although you are a demon hunter and your physique is better than ordinary people, this bearskin cloak can also block the wind."
"I'm interested." Dick took the cloak and put it behind him, then went downstairs.
But in the hall, Kebi frowned and was sitting at the long table discussing something with Fisher.
The stove at the end of the long table has been lit, dispelling the cold air of early winter.
Seeing Dick arrive, Kebi looked relaxed.
"Dick, when Xiya left yesterday, you were executing a demon hunting commission, so I didn't call you, but I sent them away myself." Kebi said with a smile.
"I know about this." Dick found a seat to sit down nonchalantly and asked, "Kebi, you are really busy with work. Why did you start studying something with Captain Fisher so early in the morning?"
Fisher smiled bitterly, "Dick, you don't know the impact of this Jatu siege. Not only were there many villagers near Odinburg who were unfortunately killed before, Master Kebi comforted and provided some supplies, and there was also some trouble in Black Forest on the east side of Odinburg. It is said that there are always strange branches that are constantly bending and spreading outwards, seeming to prevent nearby woodcutter from cutting firewood inside."
Dick leaned forward, "There is indeed a monster in that Black Forest, but as far as I know, as long as that Leshen does not infringe on its territory, it will not harm others.
"Did those woodcutters go too far?"