Lord Hunter needs a commission

For this reason, the mayor of Novigrad, who was in a state of desperation, and a group of politicians in the city who were proficient in corruption and bribery and had little practical ability, had to quickly express their views and order personnel to start an investigation.

Almost everyone's eyes are focused on this matter. It is said that even the nearest garrison has begun to ask about this matter, so that some gangsters were beaten unconscious and left on the street and near the residence of a certain businessman in the city. Not many people pay attention to these "little things" like shootings.

Because of the latter two, it is often shown in this city, but the attack on a government institution is the first time in more than 40 years.

The previous time was a conflict caused by a strike, but this time it was simply a terrorist attack.

Fortunately, this also removed the suspicion of Charlotte.

But obviously, Charlotte is still very remorseful about this. Even if the medical bandage is tied on the shoulder of her right hand, which can be regarded as a sick number, it is difficult to calm down the indignation in her heart.

"Are you okay, Charlotte." Edmund asked with great concern, "What the hell...how did it come to this?" He scratched his hair, with an expression of anger on his face. "Bombing, assassination, oh oh oh oh oh, what a bloody bastard."

"Calm down, Mr. Dantès." Charlotte said, "I'm fine. This injury on my body will heal itself after a while."

"...What should we do now? This matter has already involved too much. Although the politicians in this city are a bit stupid, it is impossible for them to link you and Fernand's death during the investigation." relationship." Edmund said, "No, absolutely, those wastes never find a prisoner, and they will find a scapegoat to plant the blame."

"It's okay, I'm not from Novigrad, as long as they leave this city and return to Livia, they don't want to trouble me." Charlotte shook her head and said, "The most urgent thing is to deal with what happened here. Report it, Edmond, do you know where in the city you can send a telegram or mail?"

"The post office can."

"I need someone with a better reputation."

"Is it okay to hire a personal automaton secretary?"

"It's okay if you can trust it and keep the information secret." Charlotte said, "I want to upload the problems encountered here to the guild branch. This kind of thing involving a city's politicians is beyond my ability to handle."

"Okay, I'll go now." With that said, Edmund stood up, took his clothes and left in a hurry.

After Edmund went out, Charlotte put her hand on her bandaged right shoulder, recalling a series of encounters from last night in her mind.

"Who is it?" He said to himself, "Why, the person who attacked me was able to calculate my whereabouts so accurately, and even knew my course of action to snipe me outside the manor?"

"Is it really just a coincidence? Or, did I overlook something?"

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Still in that hidden room in the guild hall, the people who gathered here three days ago returned here again.And compared to the last time, the atmosphere this time was quite quiet. Several participants who had concealed their identities and appearances did not say a word, and finally all set their sights on the same person.

"Mr. Thomson." Someone asked, "Can you explain why the incident is known to the whole city, and why the mercenary you sent out has not brought the goods we need? "

"My lords, this was just an accident." The man named Thomson stood up, bowed slightly and said, "Fernan's death and the failure to bring the goods are all because of the hunter and my hired hand last night." Because of the fighting."

"Now, the whole city knows that the office of our poor police chief Fernand was bombed and turned into ruins. Even his body was burnt beyond recognition. Naturally, the goods he took in his hands were also turned into ruins." ash."

"Do you mean to say that the goods we need have been reduced to ashes in the fire?"

"Unfortunately, I think so."

"Ridiculous." A man in black slapped the table. "Do you know what that means? Thomson."

"Of course, this is my responsibility." Thomson bowed humbly, "But listen to me, my lords, this does not mean that I cannot make up for your losses."

"Loss? You know it's a loss?"

"Make it up? How do you want to make it up, with your worthless life?"

"..."

Thomson's words ignited the anger of several men in black, and all kinds of hoarse curses and reprimands fell on Thomson.

"Okay, okay... Be quiet, everyone, please be quiet, and let us listen to Mr. Thomson."

"Thank you, Lord Alexander." Thomson nodded to the person who helped him out of the siege, and continued to say, "In the end, what you all need is a means to prolong your life, and Benitedo is nothing to you. He is a pitiful and down-and-out mage...Of course, he has the method to make that precious red potion in his hands, so he can cooperate with us."

"However, when I sorted out the relics of Benedetto, I happened to discover one thing he has been hiding from us all this time——the goods he gave us, the potion that can prolong life, is just a kind of It's just a by-product."

"What did you say!" one of the men in black suddenly yelled, "By-product, damn it, what the hell is going on?"

"Yes, a by-product." Thomson said loudly, "and the experiment he has been carrying out with our resources is actually to create the legendary miracle stone. It's absurdly legendary - the Philosopher's Stone."

"And through these years of experiments, he has mastered the specific method of making the Philosopher's Stone, which is recorded in his manuscript."

For a moment, the room fell silent, and all the people here shut their mouths, staring blankly at Thomson who was talking loudly in front of him.

"Everyone, birth, old age, sickness and death have always been the biggest problem plaguing human beings." Thomson said solemnly, "No one lives forever, and generations are buried in the soil. But now, immortal youth, eternal life, and immortal body , has come before us.”

Chapter 34 Thomson's Conspiracy

Philosopher's stone

A substance that exists only in alchemical legends and myths, and is believed to be used to turn ordinary non-precious metals into gold, or to create a elixir that can make people immortal.It is also known as the philosopher's stone, philosopher's stone, stone in the sky, red medicine, fifth element, etc.

Usually described as a blood-like stone, the appearance is like a simple polished red crystal, with a blood-like luster flowing and changing inside.

Because it is composed of spiritual elements, it surpasses the four elements of earth, fire, air, and water. It is the highest achievement in alchemy, and it is even above the alchemy of the human body, which is known as the creation of life.

However, this is just a legend.

Especially in today's era, the development of alchemy has already reached the level of science, rigor, law and order from the beginning of the gap between the gods and gods.Now in alchemy, the Philosopher's Stone is denounced as absurd lies, whimsical pipe dreams.

If the formation of the human body can be explained by the composition of material elements, then the pure spiritual crystallization is a complete delusion.

But now, this kind of well-known fantasy thing actually said that it really exists in this world, and it can be manufactured, and even the manufacturing method has been found.

It's ridiculous.

"Thomson, what nonsense are you talking about?" Someone shouted, "What Philosopher's Stone? Are you kidding me, do you take those third-rate fairy tales seriously?"

"No, listen to me, my lords." Thomson put his hands on the table, looked at everyone in front of him, and said excited words. "I'm not lying. To be honest, I found evidence from the Benedetto relic, and that evidence was close to us in the first place."

"Extending life and delaying aging are the functions of the panacea that Benitedo has always made for us. Then, please recall, what color is that potion?" Before anyone could answer, Thomson said enthusiastically The answer is "red, red like blood, and in legends, the Philosopher's Stone is usually described as a stone with a color like blood. It looks like a simple polished red crystal, with blood-like luster flowing and changing inside. .”

"Now, everyone, think about it carefully... How similar are the colors of those potions to the legendary Philosopher's Stone."

Thomson's words brought everyone present back to the depths of their memory.

In the glass test tube, the blood-like red liquid is crystal clear like a work of art. After drinking it, it can heal injuries, prolong life, and relieve aging body and spirit.

"No, how could it be..." The unbelievable shout sounded, "Almost, almost all of them can be right."

"Impossible, impossible, impossible, this is too ridiculous."

"But it seems that it makes sense!"

"Thomson, do you have any evidence?" The man named Alexander asked, "Evidence, if what you said is true, then please present unmistakable evidence."

"Of course." Thomson stood up straight, took out a neatly stacked manuscript from his arms, and placed it lightly on the table. "This is Benitedo's research manuscript, which clearly records how to make the Philosopher's Stone through reverse human body formation."

With that said, he dropped another blockbuster. "On this, I described the analysis of the Philosopher's Stone in detail, and believed that the reason why the Philosopher's Stone has been denounced as an absurd lie is completely because no one has found the right way."

"Because the material used to make the Philosopher's Stone...is living people."

living?living humans?

Everyone present was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately thought that Benitedo often conducts research experiments on living organisms, and in order to obtain those medicines from him, they also secretly made efforts to transfer some homeless people, debtors who owed money to usury that could not be repaid. People, orphans, bankrupts, etc. were kidnapped and transported to factories.

Now that I think about it, this is indeed suspicious. If the material used to make the Philosopher's Stone is a living human being, then this can explain why Benitedo has always conducted in vivo experiments.

Or it wasn't an experiment in the first place, but to make the Philosopher's Stone.

"...This, this is incredible, how could a down-and-out mage do it?"

"You still don't believe me, my lord Alexander."

"No, I'm sorry, it's a pity if it's just like this, it can't be used as evidence."

"Then, please take a look at the real thing with your own eyes." Thomson said solemnly, like some kind of sacred religious ceremony, he slowly took out a box, put his hands on the table and pressed the box. Stack manuscripts.

Then, the box was opened.

In the box, the expensive white silk became a cushion, and inside it was a crystal-clear spar that was only the size of a little finger. Under the light of the lamp, one could clearly see the blood-like luster flowing and changing in the stone. .

"This……"

"The real thing, although small, is indeed one of the finished products completed by Benitedo." Thomson said solemnly, "This is the Philosopher's Stone."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Then one by one, they all stood up, looking at this spar the size of a little finger with expressions of surprise, doubt, and shock.

"My lords, feel free to come and check. Although the weight of this Philosopher's Stone is small, its effect is far more than a panacea." Thomson said, "If you confirm the authenticity, please listen to me, I There is a plan, a plan that can create the Philosopher's Stone that can support us to truly obtain immortality."

……

……

After passing through the dark tunnel and coming into the sunlight, the corners of Thomson's mouth were raised, with a smile of a successful plan.

"Looking at your expression, the plan has succeeded, employer?" At this moment, a sneer suddenly sounded, and a person with a pale mask came behind Thomson at some point. "It seems that a grand stage play is about to be staged in this city."

"Hmph, a stage play, yes, a stage play that I've been waiting for for more than ten years." Thomson opened his arms, as if to embrace everything in the city in front of him.

"Hahahahahaha, employer, has anyone ever told you that you are already a devil?"

"It doesn't matter if it's right or not. According to what I've done, I'm destined to go to hell."

"But hell was destroyed long ago, with the devil."

"No, hell has never been destroyed, because this city is about to become hell." Thomson reached out and pulled the beard off his face and threw it away, and then pulled off a golden wig, revealing black hair. "By the way, Khada Jhin, you only fired three shots last night, right?"

"Yes, that's right, I have the last round left in the chamber."

"Save that bullet and give it to..."

Thomson moved his lips slightly and said something, and then the man with the pale mask laughed wildly.

"Hahahahaha, I have always been called a crazy lunatic by others, but the real psycho is actually you, the employer who wants to end the curtain perfectly! Hahahaha..."

Chapter 35 Ready to leave

The injury on the shoulder and right arm healed quickly, but in fact it was just grazed by bullets. If the bullet that sniped him was not too powerful, it would not be possible to damage the shoulder bone.

After two days of recuperation, Charlotte took off the medical bandages, twisted her right shoulder and moved it, and after confirming that there was no serious problem, the qi in the body circulated around the shoulder without any sense of blockage.

"As expected of a legendary swordsmanship, it actually allows me to directly grasp the aura of a monk." Charlotte said in amazement.

Although it is not the first time that he has experienced the magic of this kind of aura called internal force, Charlotte is still very surprised by this miraculous aura that can not only strengthen his own combat power, but also be used for healing.

If this technique can be promoted on a large scale, how much impact will it have?The entire army is a practitioner of this kind of internal force skill, quick in response, swift in movement, and immune to ordinary small-caliber bullets, completely able to kill all kinds of monsters that are still remaining.

It is a pity that only Charlotte in this world knows this skill.And this skill was passed down from the demigod of the alien plane, without his permission, Charlotte would not teach this skill to a second person without his permission.

And it seems that the demigod has a different view on the skill of internal force. According to him, in the past of the world he lived in, internal force gave birth to a deformed society called martial arts. Personal ambitions, fame and fortune, made fighting never stop Can't stop.

For a long period of time, human beings have not developed and advanced in any way. Instead, they have been immersed in the power brought by power again and again.

Later, he no longer paid any attention to him in the mortal world. In order to deal with some terrible enemies, he sat and watched the changes of the times and found out in shock that the martial arts that fought and killed after thousands of years not only did not expand further, but because of Fighting too frequently has led to the continuous regression and severance of the skill of internal force.

In the end, when the martial arts retreated and there were fewer and fewer practitioners of internal strength to the extent that they could hardly affect the human kingdom, civilization and order developed, and life began to improve.At least there will be no more aftermath of battles caused by strong men with advanced internal strength and skills fighting each other, killing innocent civilians.

Even from Charlotte's point of view, this is all blatant irony, not to mention a demigod in this internal force system.

It is very ridiculous and sad that the power and everything in the past are finally denied by the times and the world.

But a demigod is not something Charlotte is qualified to comment on.

After his right hand completely improved, he could finally hold a sword. If he had a sword in his hand when he was attacked by a sniper before, he would not have been escaped by that killer.

"It seems that you are recovering well." At this moment, Edmund just walked into the living room, and saw Charlotte who had taken off the bandage at a glance. "But it's too fast, isn't it?"

"Bloodline transformation." Charlotte replied, "I am an orphan, and you know that this industry will go through trials after adopting orphans."

"I always thought it was just a legend, or a bad habit that should have disappeared with the old age." Edmund frowned and said, "Forcibly mutating children to modify their body functions is illegal at the legal level."

"But outside the law, it is in line with the rules, and hunters are just in the gray area between black and white. In theory, the legal constraints are not strong."

"What a damn world."

"You don't think hunters are classical heroes and romantic figures, like those private writers who are idle in a panic, do you?" Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Most of the stories are just imagined, which doesn't mean they are real."

"...I know this. Although I have passed this age earlier, who didn't have a lofty dream of a hero when they were young."

"I don't have one!" Charlotte interjected. "In fact, I don't even have daydreams."

"That's really sad!"

"Thank you, but I guess it will be at least a long time before I feel sad."

"Okay, let's not talk about this." It seemed that Edmond recalled something bad, and his face darkened, and he changed the subject directly. "Let's talk about business." He walked across from Charlotte and sat down on the chair.

"Good news or bad news." Charlotte looked up at Edmund.

"All." Edmund replied, "The good news is that I have sent the information you uploaded to Livia, and the branch leader there said that the information will be sent to the Hunter's headquarters through channels."