In the most luxurious house in York town, the mayor, Mr. Basha, was carefully entertaining the tax collector from Harasari, the capital of the Principal of Raqqa, and the Knight Samkar.

In the bureaucratic system of the Principal of Raqqa, the status of the mayor of York town is actually higher than that of such a lower-level tax collector, but Mr. Basha, who is usually a mighty person in the town, seems extremely humble and even humble in front of Samkar. Although the tax collector's rank is not high, all those who can bear such fat are of a deep background. This huge background is not something that a person like Mr. Basha can be afforded by a mayor in a town where he cannot lay eggs. What makes Mr. Basha even more uneasy is that the tax collector who came to collect tax this time has changed his personal information. This is not good news. Is Harasari going to investigate himself?

It was clearly an entertaining guest, but Mr. Basha presented Knight Samkar to the main seat. He pretended to be panic and asked the maid to take out the bottle of red fruit wine he had collected and said flatteringly: "Sir, please try it. This is the fruit wine we brew here. Although it is not as mellow and delicious as the moonlight of the elves, it also has a unique flavor."

Samkar glanced at the Master Basha who smiled like a chrysanthemum with wrinkles on his face and said, "Don't be nervous. The reason why Mlak didn't come is because he had other tasks to be busy. It just happened that I had time for him, so I came here to collect this tax for him, just to relax and rest assured. Don't worry, it was not your tax evasion that was discovered by Halasar."

"That's good, that's good." Mr. Basha breathed a sigh of relief, but he quickly reacted and said in a panic, "Sir, I dare not do anything about tax evasion and rebellion against the country like tax evasion! I, Basha, have always been loyal to the country, and the world can be seen. Don't believe those rumors!"

"Heaven and earth can be seen? This sentence is correct. It is true that only Tianhe and earth who can't speak can prove to you that you are indeed patriotic. As for those who can speak, I'm afraid there is no one to find?" Seeing Mr. Basha's face pale, his legs trembled, and he was about to faint, Samkar chuckled and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm not interested in you all the mess. I came here this time just to relax and hunt. By the way, are there any good prey nearby?"

Mr. Basha wiped the cold sweat from his face with his sleeve and said, "This town is at the foot of the gray mountains. Not far away is the primeval forest, where there are beasts, jackals, tigers and leopards, all of them."

Samkar picked up his sword, placed it on the table, and said lightly: "It's boring."

Samkar didn't exert much force, but the sword carried by the soldier was truly lethal. It was far from the light and light flower-like poses played by the playboys. Although he just put the sword on the table casually, he made a loud noise, which scared Mr. Basha almost collapsed to the ground.

The cold sweat broke out from the forehead that Mr. Basha had just wiped. This time he didn't even care about wiping. His mind was spinning wildly, thinking about how to satisfy this knight.

Suddenly, Master Basha thought of something, and immediately changed to a bitter expression, crying: "My sir, this time, I'm going to make the decision for us! Our town has suffered a disaster!" He said that, and knelt directly on the ground with a plop.

Samkar lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the fat old man who was squirming on the ground, and said, "What's wrong?"

Master Basha wiped away tears that did not exist at all and said, "That's right. There is an evil witch living near the forest to the east of our town. He has been persecuting our poor town. Every year, she has to catch children from the town and use the children's internal organs to make potions." Hunting beasts is not interested, so what about hunting witches? I believe this knight should be more interested in this activity?

Samkar frowned slightly. The child's internal organs made potions? This is the way of a cult! Could it be that there are traces of cults in this remote town? This is not good news. As a loyal supporter of the Holy See of Light, the Principality of Raqqa has zero tolerance for this heretic evil spirit.

Samkar squatted down, grabbed Master Basha's collar, and asked sternly: "Is this true? Is there really a witch who sacrifices with children?"

Looking at Samkar's serious look, Master Basha was stunned and said timidly: "It should be true, everyone says so anyway." The knight seemed to be very sensitive to the evil witch. At this time, Master Basha didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, and could only deal with it vaguely.

Samkar threw Master Basha aside and said, "Is this the information you provide? It's just a rumor that is unreliable?" He was really nervous just now. He didn't expect that it was this old guy who was talking nonsense. Can such things be said casually?

Seeing that the Knight looked angry, Master Basha hurriedly climbed over and said, "I don't know if that witch has sacrificed her with children, but I know she is a pharmacist, a profession, and a little girl of sixteen or seventeen years old."

After explaining Danica's background, Mr. Basha added another sentence: "I can be sure that she has never registered with the Pharmacist Association. She has grown up here since she was a child and has never left Yorktown."

Samkar looked at Master Basha, his face calmed down, and the mayor could be called ruthless. Samkar understood what he meant, a pharmacist who had not registered and was a young girl, which was a good material for being a female slave. The most popular female slave among the nobles these days is not only good-looking, but also a professional, so that he can have face. Even if he is just a junior professional, he can increase the price of female slaves several times.

In this war-filled continent, the slave trade was originally very prosperous, but due to an accident, the slave trade in the entire continent, especially the slave trade, was completely banned, and all slave trade was transferred underground. But it was precisely because of this ban that the slave trade became extremely profitable. A high-quality female slave could be fed hundreds of thousands of gold coins, which could be compared with the annual tax revenue of a small town.

But the source of good female slaves is difficult to find. Not everyone can become professionals, even if they are just junior professionals, at the same time, once you have such a resource on hand, even if you just resell it to those slave merchants, you can make a lot of money. I dare not say it hundreds of thousands of dollars, but the income of tens of thousands of gold coins can still be guaranteed.

Everyone likes gold coins, especially what they have to do, it requires a lot of gold coins. It seems that the bait thrown by this fat old man must eat it himself, but if you want to catch yourself with such a bait, you would be too underestimated.

Samkar said slowly: "As a soldier in the Principality, when encountering evil spirits in danger on the Principality territory, it is my unshirkable responsibility. Mayor Basha has provided such an important clue. It is also a great achievement to strangle that evil spirit to death in the bud. I will definitely ask for me after I go back."

Mr. Basha quickly smiled and said, "I dare not take it, I dare not take it. I am also from the small town of York. Now I am grateful to be the mayor of the principal and the support of the residents of the town. I dare not ask for more. This time I am fortunate to fight side by side with the adults to eliminate evil spirits."

Samkar nodded, showed a faint smile, and said, "Okay, Mayor Basha is intent. It's getting late today. We will start the arrest tomorrow. Do you think it's okay?"

Mr. Basha nodded repeatedly and said, "As for all the instructions of the Lord."

The matter was finished, and Sam Carl was too lazy to talk to this fat guy, so he picked up the sword on the table and left.

Back at the room that Master Basha prepared for him, Samkar's adjutant asked, "Are we really going to capture that witch tomorrow?"

Samkar smiled and said, "Why don't you go? This is a big gold coin! Don't forget what we are going to do, it requires a lot of money." Putting down the sword and coat, Samkar ordered, "You can send someone to the town to find out the news later and see if what the old guy said is true."

The adjutant responded and asked curiously: "Sir, do you mean that the mayor of Basha is lying to us?"

Samkar said, "Not this, that's a smart guy. He knows that even if he is greedy for money, he can only plunder from the bottom. When facing people with higher status than him, he must be a honest and good person. But the intelligence of the two armies is the first, I can't just follow the old guy's one-sided words, right? Even if the other party is just a teenage girl."

The adjutant lowered his head and said, "My lord has taught me a lesson." Don't underestimate any opponent. This is the basic principle of surviving on the battlefield. I was really careless just now.

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At this time, Danica didn't know that she had become a prey - a "evil witch", although this name was scattered by her.

It was almost evening, and Danica went out to collect herbs and just came back. The basket was what she had today. Although she didn't pick any precious herbs, she was lucky enough to catch a black-ridged, red-patterned scorpion.

The black-ridged red-striped scorpion is a highly toxic scorpion that cannot be used directly as medicine because it is too toxic. However, it has a special purpose for Danica.

This has to be mentioned a year ago. One time, when she was trying to distinguish herbs, Danica accidentally ate some tender leaves of Qingtou Amaranth. When she bit it down, she realized something was wrong and quickly spit out the leaves, but it was too late and she had already bitten out the juice.

Soon, Danica felt that her mouth was completely unconscious, her limbs were sore and slumped on the ground, and even hallucinations appeared in her mind. Just as she was lying on the ground and waiting for death, the numbness did not spread to her whole body as described in the book, but slowly dissipated, bringing a special feeling. How can this feeling be described? Just like drinking a bowl of very spicy ginger soup in winter, although it will make her tongue numb, sweat all over her head, and even tremble with spicy shiver, it will feel a special pleasure.

At that time, Danica had been taking pain medicine for two years and her body was greatly damaged. Even in the hot summer, she had to cover her thick quilt. Her hands and feet were still cold when she woke up in the morning. But that time, she felt like a warm current was constantly washing her limbs, which was so comfortable.

Then Danica discovered that her special physique, which can nourish her body, of course not all poisons can be used. The best ones are the poisons brought by animals, such as scorpions, centipedes, and the worst ones are poisonous minerals. Eating highly toxic minerals not only has no effect, but will have poisonous symptoms like ordinary people. Therefore, she almost died on a small piece of sulfur ore.

Danica used two wooden sticks to pick up the scorpion she caught, put it in a basin filled with clear water, and let it soak it in it. After running for a while, the dirt in the scorpion's belly can be cleaned up, then remove the internal organs, marinate them with salt for a while, and then fry them directly in the oil pan.

After eating the scorpion she caught, she made a simple treatment for the herbs she picked today. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. It was time to go to bed in this small town where sunrise and sunset were working. Danica returned to the bedroom and lay on the bed, and took out a thin booklet from under the felt pad at the head of the bed.

This booklet was discovered by Danica when she was cleaning up the relics of the old pharmacist. It was a magical record. Fortunately, although the content recorded in it was simple, it was the basic knowledge of some magicians: a recipe for a pain potion gave her a way to sharpen her soul; a basic overview of wind-type magic let her know how to understand and view wind-type magic; a simple structure analysis of the light wind technique let her know how a magic is constructed; a simple set of meditation methods let her learn to immerse herself in her soul.

This booklet with only a dozen pages records such things, but it is also such things that allow Danica to embark on the path of magic. Fortunately, Danica herself happens to have the talent of wind magic. Anyway, she only took a month to sense the wind element. Although she doesn't know what the level of an ordinary magician is, she is already very satisfied with this.
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