The Last Alchemist

Secret room.

The middle-aged man with a big belly woke up. His first feeling was that his neck was sore and swollen, as if he had a stiff neck after sleeping. It was very uncomfortable.

Just when he was groggy and half awake and half asleep, a cold voice suddenly came to his ear: "Dallas Woburn, what you did is exposed!"

The middle-aged man was startled, and an uncontrollable fear surged in his heart. He didn't care about anything and shouted subconsciously: "Spare my life! Spare my life!"

After shouting like this, he came back to his senses and tried to open his eyes wide to look at the source of the sound. He saw a young man and woman standing there.

The woman was very tall, half a head taller than him, but she had a very well-proportioned figure and very white skin, like jade, as if it would glow. She looked heroic, but also feminine and delicate, which made people impressed at first sight. Compared with this girl, the middle-aged man felt that the beautiful girls in the brothel were suddenly eclipsed, and were completely a bunch of vulgar women. The man next to her was a little shorter, and his face looked a little childish. He was no more than 20 years old at most. His eyes were very dark, as if he could see through the soul.

The middle-aged man took a look and couldn't help turning his eyes away, not daring to look at each other.

This pair was very strange, and it was completely different from the people the middle-aged man imagined he would face after the truth was revealed.

"Who are you?" he asked cautiously.

"Are you Dallas?" Rosen asked.

"I am." The middle-aged man nodded in agreement.

Rosen reached out and opened the iron box on the table, and took out the rune disc from it: "Tell me, what is the use of this thing?"

Dallas looked embarrassed and moved his lips, but in the end no sound came out.

"Show him some color." Rosen gestured to Annie.

Annie walked forward, stretched out her hand, pinched Dallas' arm, and then squeezed it hard.

"Ah~~~~"

Dallas couldn't help screaming loudly. He felt as if his arm was clamped by an iron clamp, and a piercing pain came over his heart, as if the arm bones were about to be crushed.

In his eyes, Anne, who had created all this suffering, suddenly turned from a beauty into a demon.

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you!" he shouted loudly, and in just a moment, his snot and tears had covered half of his face.

Anne then let go of her hand.

Dallas covered his arm tightly, his voice was tearful: "This is a rune compass. It was given to me by the bishop. With it, I can control the monsters that sneak into the city of Nirogard."

Rosen's eyes lit up: "Bishop? Which bishop?"

"Bishop Amran."

"It's this guy again, interesting." Rosen pinched his chin and continued to ask: "What do these three lit runes mean?"

Dallas was more spineless than Rosen thought, or maybe it was because alcohol and sex had worn away his will. He knew everything: "Every shining rune represents a controlled monster. The brighter the rune, the closer the monster is to the compass."

Rosen looked at the disc and suddenly pointed to the brightest rune and asked: "Which monster is this rune?"

"Naughty Mona."

"Naughty? What kind of monster is it?" Rosen asked.

"It's a vampire."

"Interesting."

"What about this one?" Rosen pointed to the second brightest rune.

"This" Dallas hesitated.

Anne immediately reached out her hand and pretended to pinch his arm.

"No, no, no, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!" Dallas immediately gave in: "This is the demon Tashid, he is a snake monster."

"Oh, what about this one?" Rosen pointed to the darkest rune.

"That is the shadow demon Alia."

"Oh."

Rosen stared at the disc for a while, and suddenly asked: "Why are there only 3 runes that are bright?"

Dallas looked at Anne's hand in fear, and then told the truth: "Originally, there were 8 monsters that sneaked into the city, but the magicians of the academy were so powerful that the monsters were constantly killed. Now there are only 3 left."

Rosen nodded, put the disc down, turned around and walked to a corner of the room, pointed to the birdcage and said: "Are these black birds responsible for delivering letters?"

"Yes." Dallas responded dejectedly.

"Who are you sending it to?"

"Monsters, sometimes they will be sent back to Berkeley."

Rosen nodded: "Use the compass to locate, use the bird to convey the order, you don't have to show up from beginning to end, just stay in the brothel and enjoy it. Not to mention the magicians in the academy, even the monsters driven by you may not know your true identity."

Dallas looked bitter: "Yes, I think so too. I really can't figure out how I was exposed?"

"Don't worry about this."

Rosen turned around and looked into Dallas' eyes: "I noticed that you just released a black bird. So tell me, who is the target this time?"

"This" Dallas looked hesitant.

Rosen smiled: "Mr. Dallas, you have a bad memory. It seems that you need a little help."

Annie stepped forward, stretched out her hand to pinch Dallas' arm, and exerted a little force.

"Ah~~~"

Dallas screamed like a pig again, and his snot and tears gushed out again, looking extremely miserable.

But this time, he didn't give in. No matter how much he yelled, he didn't make a sound.

Anne had to use more force.

Dallas' arm bones were squeezed so hard that they made a 'crackling' sound. If he used more force, his arm bones would be broken.

"Ah~~~~ Wuuuuuuuu~~~"

Dallas cried and screamed, his fat face turned liver-colored. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and shouted, "I'll tell you! I'll tell you!"

Annie let go immediately.

Dallas lay on the ground weakly: "It's Viscount Mir of Devor County."

"Why is it him?" Rosen asked.

"I don't know either. I'm just a small figure, a bird breeder, and I'm only responsible for conveying orders in the middle. How can I know why?!" Davos cried and shouted.

This makes sense. If it's a real elite, it won't give in so easily. Rosen continued to ask: "Who did you send to kill it?"

"Naughty Mona."

Rosen glanced at the compass and found that the brightness of the rune representing the naughty Mona on the compass was a little weaker than before. According to Dallas, this means that Mona is moving away from the Flower Inn.

Nine out of ten, this naughty Mona has received orders and is ready to deal with Viscount Mir.

At this point, everything that should be asked has been asked, and this Dallas Woben seems to be of no use.

Rosen turned to look at Dallas: "I'm sorry, I can't let you live."

"Woo woo woo~"

Rosen's answer was a burst of crying, a big man lying on the ground, crying heartbroken.

Rosen was fed up with it and was about to end this guy's life, but suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and this idea made him stop. He found that this guy might still be useful, so he changed the subject: "But if you cooperate enough, I can let you live."

"Ah, really?" Dallas immediately raised his head, his round face was already covered with tears and snot, and it looked very sloppy.

Rosen pointed at his round face: "Wipe it clean!"

Dallas immediately raised his arm and touched his face with his sleeve until the skin on his face was almost peeled off. He looked at Rosen with hope.

"I want you to give another order to the naughty boy to cancel the assassination of Viscount Mir."

"Ah?" Dallas looked embarrassed.

"Why, can't you do it?" Rosen's face turned cold.

"No, it's just that the higher-ups ordered me to complete the assassination within 5 days. I can cancel it now, but after five days, if Viscount Mir is still alive, the higher-ups will notice something is wrong. At that time, they will send people to investigate and send new assassins."

"Hmm~ This is indeed a problem."

Rosen frowned slightly, thought for a while, and suddenly asked: "You just said that the assassination was the responsibility of Bishop Amlan?"

"It should be. Before I set out for Nirogard, he gave me the order directly."

"Oh, I see."

Rosen thought for a few minutes and asked again: "Then do you know where Bishop Amlan usually appears?"

Hearing this, Dallas' eyes widened and his head shook like a wave drum.

"I don't know. The bishop is a very mysterious person. No one knows his whereabouts. Besides, what's the use even if you know? The bishop has very powerful magical powers and profound wisdom. To be honest, I..."

Dallas didn't say the last sentence, but the meaning was very clear. He didn't think Rosen and Anne were Bishop Amlan's opponents.

Rosen doesn't think so. Bishop Amlan is still pursuing the power of the Great Magician, which means that his power is still below that of the Great Magician. At best, he is just a four-star light magician. How strong can he be?

From the clues he knows now, Bishop Amlan is an indispensable general of the Flame God Cult. If he can be killed, it will definitely be a huge loss to the Flame God Cult. It may change the offensive and defensive situation between the two cities of Berkeley and Nirogard.

In addition, Rosen is also very interested in Bishop Amlan's research on the Great Magician. If he can get his research notes, it will definitely help Rosen further understand the essence of the power of the Great Magician.

Thinking of this, Rosen stared at Dallas and said word by word: "You must have a way to lure Bishop Amlan out. If you can't, then I can only kill you. If you do it and survive by chance, then I will give you a sum of money for you to escape."

When Dallas heard this, tears came down again: "Gentlemen and ladies, I advise you not to mess with the bishop! Really! He is very, very cruel to his enemies, and his methods are a thousand times more terrible than you two! Ten thousand times!"

"Tell me, can you do it?" Rosen narrowed his eyes.

Dallas's chin trembled violently. After a long time, he lowered his head dejectedly: "Yes, but if we really lure him in, we will all die!"

"Very good. How long will it take?"

"I'm not sure, maybe a few days, maybe more than ten days."

Rosen nodded slightly: "I understand. I will make some preparations. In addition, this disc belongs to me."