Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 37 "People"

Mr. Marshall did not survive the autumn after all. The dead leaves on the branches outside the ward fell to the ground in the wind, and the doctors announced his death.

In fact, when he was sent to the hospital, anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was already dead. Despite this, the hospital mobilized all medical resources, and all the top doctors gathered together, brainstormed, racked their brains, and tried to snatch this lost life back from the hands of death.

The Imperial Federal Reserve issued a death order to them - the only hospital in Ximu Town was naturally funded and built by the Lofik Consortium.

Although their efforts ultimately ended in failure, they were not in vain.

At least Mr. Marshall's neck, which was twisted at a right angle, was straightened. Unfortunately, he could only lie flat on the bed. Otherwise, once he changed his posture, his head would droop in a strange way without the support of the cervical vertebrae.

Ethan was pushed outside by medical staff and didn't even get to see Marshall for the last time.

He stayed in the hospital corridor until the evening, and only when the doctor announced the death did he feel relieved.

When the employees of the Federal Reserve passed by him, they all patted him on the shoulder.

"Condolences."

Everyone told him that.

In their eyes, Ethan was unable to speak because of extreme grief.

He was so young, yet he had to accept the tragic death of his best friend in front of his eyes. What's more, he was an investigator of the Asylum Bureau. They could easily imagine the deep feeling of powerlessness he felt.

Ethan did have sadness in his eyes.

The main reason was that he had nothing to do in the corridor, so he quietly studied ice magic and was infected by the emotions of the elemental elves.

Mr. Anonymous mentioned in "The Magic of Fireball and Ice Arrow" that the ice element corresponds to the lowest emotions of human beings. After today's events, he has a deeper understanding of the description of "people" in the book, and gradually understood why the author believes that ice arrows are more suitable for resolving disputes between people.

Compared to the fire element, water and ice are more low-key and hidden.

The fact that this text could be written in the parchment book meant that Mr. Anonymous must have used ice magic to resolve many disputes between people.

However, the ice arrow is not omnipotent. It cannot cut off the countless causal chains drawn by that account book. Ethan knew that at this moment, in a corner he didn't know, another Mr. Lockthorn was walking into the door of the Imperial Federal Reserve with trepidation, and with the caring smile of the staff, he borrowed a huge sum of money.

All he could do was get rid of a specific person right in front of him.

There are not only dark creatures and followers of evil gods who can harm people in this world. He must not neglect his practice. He must catch up with Mr. Anonymous as soon as possible.

Ethan made up his mind.

Of course, in the eyes of the Imperial Federal Reserve staff and medical personnel, Ethan's determined eyes represent another picture - after witnessing the tragic death of his friend, this young asylum investigator decided to devote himself to his work more enthusiastically, vowing to find out the truth about his friend's tragic death.

The good news is that Ethan accidentally discovered a more suitable place to practice ice arrows.

Under the guidance of his good leader Ivy, Hearth Bay finally had a ship that could carry him. Outside the dock was the endless Black Sea, where no one cared about each other's identity and naturally no one would stop him from throwing ice arrows into the sea.

Practicing ice arrows on the Black Sea shore kills three birds with one stone: it is less likely to cause accidental injuries, there is no need to worry about your identity being exposed, and you can also watch the store at the same time.

at the same time……

He wanted to learn teleportation magic more and more.

Every day, I sneak out of the apartment under the cover of night, and I always feel guilty. In addition, the investigator's working hours are irregular. If Ivy comes to him in the middle of the night for work and finds that he is not at home, won't it be a problem? Although I can use working in Hearth Bay to earn money to get away with it, it is not a long-term solution after all.

He only found the most basic introductory magic in the occult bookstore. Advanced magic involving space, such as teleportation, naturally could not be recorded there.

Moreover, even if someone sold this kind of high-level magic, he definitely couldn't afford it with his savings of more than 20 golden lions.

Based on his observation of the merchants in Hearth Bay, bargaining methods such as "I'm an apprentice, sell to me cheaper" and "20 gold lions, let's make friends" should not work.

After all, he still needs to save money, and his private customization business must be launched as soon as possible.

But before that... Ethan took Miss Chloe for a trip out of town.

It seemed that no one had been here for some time. The earth slope was particularly desolate. He held the hard bread in his hand, and Miss Chloe wore a wreath on her head. They walked along the tombstones for a long time, and finally stopped in front of the tomb with "Locksan" written on it.

There were only three simple words engraved on the tombstone, with no epitaph or other information left.

Ethan bent down, brushed off the dust and dirt on the tombstone, and placed the hard bread on the empty altar. Miss Chloe also lowered her head in confusion and handed the wreath over.

He stared at the tombstone for a long time.

"Goodbye, Roxanne."

……

Back at the apartment, Ivy saw that Ethan looked worried, so she let him have a good sleep while she stayed in the apartment to send the drafted Roxon case back to the shelter in Gear City using a falcon.

Ethan couldn't help but sigh again that he had a good leader. If it were him in his previous life, the order he would get would be "Write the case summary as soon as possible and send it to me before 7 o'clock."

He began to prepare dinner for Miss Chloe, cooking a pot of tomato and potato soup with some pork belly. Seeing Miss Chloe eating with relish, almost burying her head in the basin, he felt much more relaxed.

He thought that Mr. Marshall's family should be preparing for his funeral now. His body would be sent back to Gear City and surrounded by flowers and the pastor's eulogy.

Although Mr. Marshall could only provide 1 point of Frost Arrow proficiency like a dead fat pig, he at least made some contribution, allowing Ethan to have a deeper understanding of the conversion between ice and water.

Ethan put the potato and pork soup into a crock pot and knocked on the door of the apartment next door.

Ivy was very tired, and the golden hair on her head drooped listlessly. A sleepless night left her with dark circles under her eyes.

"This is the broth I cooked. When I was in the guild, I often cooked it for the hunters. It should taste pretty good."

"Oh, put it on the table."

Ethan felt that Ivy was floating when she walked. She seemed to have just sent out the case summary, and the quill pen and letter paper were still left on the table.

Ivy leaned back in the oak chair. The aroma of the broth spread throughout the room, relaxing her tense nerves. She stared at the broth in a trance, her vision gradually becoming blurred, and the food appeared double in her eyes.

Just when she was about to close her eyes, the golden hair on top of her head slapped her forehead. Ivy was startled and her whole body straightened up as if by reflex. She looked so uneasy that she looked like a student who was called out by the teacher for sleeping in class.

"Choose C for this question."

After this incoherent statement, the living room fell into an awkward silence.

Ivy didn't explain. She simply picked up the jar and almost buried her face in it like Miss Chloe.

"Well, it tastes pretty good."

After a moment, she gave her evaluation.

"That's good. I was worried that it might not suit your taste."

Ethan said, after all, he used the cheapest ingredients, "It's getting late. You've been busy all day. You should go to bed early."

"Ethan."

Before he had taken a few steps, Ivy suddenly called him.

"Ok?"

"Not all nobles are like that."

Ivy lost her confidence as she spoke, her voice so soft that it was barely audible, "At least... I'm not."