The perfumer shook his head. "This time we need a particularly large amount, so we asked for the help of Knight Rodel."
"I'm a little curious, are you really just collecting materials?"
Roland propped his chin up with his hand. "I'm actually very curious about the Perfumer's attitude towards the Fallen Perfumer and the Omen Hunter."
"......Your Highness, you should know the difference between us, as for attitude."
The perfumer puffed out his chest, his eyes sparkled, and his tone was steady.
He didn't think Roland was provoking him, but was really asking him a question.
“Personally, I think they are wrong. Evil omens should not be discriminated against, let alone hunted. They are just born with a disease.
As perfumers, we should find a way to cure them. Hunting is just for venting anger or for money."
Roland raised his eyebrows and showed a hint of interest in the perfumer in front of him.
"Do the remaining perfumers in the royal city share your idea?"
"No."
He suddenly became listless, and his chest, which had just been straightened, became a hunched spine.
“Most people still do it for the money.”
"From what I know, being a perfumer is a good job and should make a lot of money."
Roland took the kebab handed to him by Ful and continued to chat with him.
The perfumer lowered his head. "Who would complain about having too much money? Unlike those traitors, we still have a bottom line."
"I haven't asked yet, what's your name?" Roland was eating the skewers. The perfumer's seasoning tasted really good, completely different from the seasonings he usually used.
The perfumer raised his head, looked him in the eye, and told him his name.
"My name is Tolisha, Your Highness."
"......"
The blond young man was stunned for a second, then smiled and asked the knight captain for wine.
He raised his glass high, attracting everyone's attention, and spoke loudly.
"Thank you for your hard work, let's finish this and return to the royal city as soon as possible."
The knights and perfumer raised their glasses together and everyone drank the wine together.
After all, it's not a serious job. In name, I'm just out hunting, so drinking a little bit of alcohol is nothing.
Roland probably knew who the perfumer in front of him was, but he wondered if he could succeed in the end and cure the hybrid and the bad omen.
Just like in the game, with shattered ambitions, self-doubt, and the path to accompany them until the end.
After lunch, everyone went about their business, except for Roland's Lance and For, who escaped to the side and took a stroll in the forest.
The light of the golden tree shines through the lush branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows on the forest floor. The breeze blows gently, and the leaves make rustling sounds.
The leather armor delicately wraps around the silver-haired girl's slender waist and healthy shoulders, outlining her feminine strength and soft curves.
A pair of slender and firm calves were revealed under the short skirt, and the steps were light, and further down were over-the-knee leather boots.
Roland touched it for a while just now and felt it was really comfortable. The fair skin felt very delicate.
"Are you leaving soon?" Ful still couldn't bear to let him go and held his arm.
"Yeah." He nodded, smiling lightly, and reached out to pinch the tip of her nose. "I'll come again when I'm free. I'll come to see you guys again in the next few days."
"Okay." Their walk eventually came to an end. Just as Roland was about to leave, they noticed a perfumer.
He sneaked to the other side, completely unaware of Roland, Furl, and Lance.
The three of them looked at each other, no one spoke, and followed the perfumer who left the team.
Roland snorted softly, his expression turned serious, and he stared at the perfumer's back.
I almost relaxed.
Sure enough, there is something fishy.
They followed closely behind, and there was no way an ordinary perfumer could detect them.
The trees became denser and denser, the human figures became fewer and fewer, the large shadows connected together, the light from the sky could not shine in, and it looked eerie and terrifying.
The perfumer finally stopped and looked at the fallen perfumer holding a big knife opposite him. He untied the package on his back, swallowed, and asked.
"I brought what you wanted, but where's my money? Don't even think about it..."
"Money?" The Fallen Perfumer laughed mockingly and stared at him.
"Do you think you can get the money?"
Chapter 119: Fall
Seeing that the Fallen Perfumer was about to take action, For wanted to rush out but was stopped by Roland.
His eyes were calm, like the mist on the shore of Lake Lienia, without any change.
Since you have done something wrong, you should take responsibility for it.
If he stepped forward to stop it now, he would at most be sent to court when he returned to the royal city, and there might be another corrupt perfumer in the future.
The perfumer in front of him was not without the ability to resist, but he was not even as good as an ordinary knight. He had just drawn his sword and had not fought with the opponent for two rounds when his throat was cut by a knife.
The perfumer finally wanted to call for help, his face full of fear, but unfortunately he could not make any sound. Blood foam spurted out of his throat, staining the ground red.
This golden leaf adds a touch of red.
The Fallen Perfumer half-knelt down, intending to steal everything of value.
"Good skills."
In the shadow of the deep forest, the young man led the two Miss Gu Long to the opposite side of the Fallen Perfumer.
There was a huge difference in the expressions of the two people. The perfumer lying on the ground still had a last breath, and thought he was saved. The last expression on his face was fixed on joy. Unfortunately, Roland didn't even look at him from beginning to end, and he died completely in the next second.
The Fallen Perfumer was already considering running away. With hatred in his eyes, he glared at the Perfumer fiercely, as if blaming the man for not telling him about Roland's existence.
He took a step back, "Your Highness..."
"you know me?"
Roland smiled and answered his own question, "Yes, the fallen perfumer who betrayed the Golden Tree was once a perfumer, so it's normal for him to know me."
The fallen perfumer's eyes were filled with vigilance, and he never took his eyes off him for a moment.
There is no way for Golden Godwin alone to escape, and there are also two ancient dragons.
How can this run?
Are we going to fight?
He held his breath, slowly backed away, and reached for his waist, trying to escape.
Roland was normal and calm, as if he could crush him to death at any time, just like he killed the perfumer just now.
No, not even as good as that perfumer.
The Fallen Perfumer suddenly heard the voice of the young man opposite him. It was a warm and steady voice. As soon as he heard the voice, he could associate it with the identity of a nobleman.
"Why not surrender?"
"If I surrender you will let me go?"
"of course not."
Hearing the other party's question, Roland smiled, nodded, and continued.
"The Fallen Perfumer and the Ominous Hunter are both motivated by the desires of their own hearts. From the perspective of the Golden Law, you are all unforgivable criminals."
"Since you know that, why are you still talking?"
The Fallen Perfumer is still retreating, hoping for a glimmer of hope.
At this moment, there were a lot of footsteps around him. He realized something and looked at Roland in surprise.
"Are you stalling for time?"
You, the great Golden Godwin, the hero of the Ancient Dragon War, are actually delaying time and letting Knight Rodel capture me?
The Fallen Perfumer opened his eyes wide, his mouth opened wide, his face full of disbelief.
Roland shrugged. "If you have anything to say, go to the prison and say it. I'm not interested in taking action."
"You guy!"
He just felt like he was being played, like a toy by the man in front of him, and took a step forward.
Knight Rodel has already arrived, how can we allow him to take action again?
The spears surrounded him, but the three Rodel knights in front of him were actually repelled by the long swords.
Seeing that they had embarrassed themselves in front of His Highness, they worked even harder, but the Fallen Perfumer still broke through their encirclement and rushed to within a meter of Roland.
Ful took action, blocking the long knife with his bare hands, and with a light squeeze, it turned into scrap metal.
Roland just wanted a living person. He could get a lot of information from him, whether it was the Fallen Perfumer, the Omen Hunter, or even the connection with the Perfumer.
The Fallen Perfumer in front of him actually has strength that exceeds that of an ordinary knight and is almost catching up with the Furnace Knight.
This is good, it proves that he knows more.
After Ful's attack, Knight Rodel caught him easily.
It wasn't long before the Knight Captain came running over to report, his head bowed.
"Your Highness, it has been investigated."
Roland sat on a fallen tree, with Lance on his left and For on his right, listening to his report.
"His name is Kalman. He was looking for a secret medicine to revive the body and killed many ordinary people..."
Kalman?
I met a lot of acquaintances today.
Kalman and Tolisha are the Ashes, Fallen Perfumer, and Perfumer respectively in the game.
These memories have been dug up.
He finally remembered the woman who was made into a doll by Servais. Her name was Dolores, the Arrow of Deep Sleep. He wondered what expression Baizhi would have when he summoned this woman in front of him.
As for the knight captain's eloquent report, Roland had no interest in it and interrupted him directly.
"Just take it back. Don't waste it. Dig out everything he knows. I don't know how many lives have been lost in those perfume-making techniques."
"Your Highness..."
The knight captain hesitated for a moment, his eyes evasive, but finally raised his head.
He looked directly into Roland's eyes, his gaze becoming firm, and asked him.
"Your Highness, is there really a secret medicine for resurrection?"
"......." Roland shook his head. "No, everyone will return to the tree, and their souls will enter the golden tree."
"I am sorry for talking too much, Your Highness."
The knight captain seemed relieved, saluted him, and then retreated.
The shadows of the forest swayed in the wind, and the secret elixir of resurrection sounded very tempting.
Fur looked at Roland. As the Dragon of Death, she now knew the rules of death very well.
"Besides us, can anyone really be resurrected?"
"No."
Roland shook his head. "Even if it was us, we would die. The Goddess of Corruption was killed.
The queen with the night-colored eyes had once received the destined death and was also killed.
The reason why we can be resurrected infinitely before my power is exhausted is that our souls are bound to me."
"Are you worried about the impact of the resurrection potion on other people?" Lance guessed what he was thinking.
"Yeah, but it's not a big problem."
