"I came to this city two days ago. With my barbecue cooking skills, I won the boss's recognition and successfully got this job."

"Hey? How do you know I like to process food? Although I understand what you mean, it's lunch time now, so please try not to say words like 'corpse'."

"Of course I like my job. I use fire to cook food. Food acquires new meaning in fire. Death turns into nourishment for life. I am proud of my job!"

"Ah? You asked me why I like to laugh... I was born like this. If you don't like it, I won't say anything. Sorry."

Ash couldn't stand it any longer, "Wait, Harvey, why are you so obedient to advice?"

“Isn’t it natural to take care of other people’s emotions and pay attention to other people’s experiences?”

The dark curly-haired man tilted his head, "And my name is Boulder Harvey, you can just call me Boulder."

Ash's face turned red with anger, "You even made your name so easy to pronounce!?"

The black curly-haired boy blinked and suddenly turned around.

Ash breathed a sigh of relief. At least he could still lose his temper, which at least allowed him to regain some familiar impression. Otherwise, a necromancer Harvey who was neat, sunny, talkative, caring, and didn't like to tell jokes about corpses during meals would make Ash wonder if he had entered some crazy dream.

At this time, the black curly-haired man turned around and placed a cup of citrus lemon tea in front of Ash. "This is a personal gift from me. You seem to be troubled. Drinking a cup of citrus lemon tea can make you feel better."

"I can't accept this!" Ash slammed the table and roared.

Rose patted Ash's head and said, "Not bad, you've made a lot of progress compared to last time. At least you didn't say the drink was poisonous."

"Boulder, I'm sorry, Mr. Heath sometimes has a bad head. Please tolerate his rudeness."

"No, no, I really enjoyed chatting with Mr. Heath. He's an interesting guy."

Ash took a sip of the small green citrus lemon tea and found it was actually quite delicious, not the taste of corpse fluid. At this time, the black curly hair grilled several skewers, and Ash grabbed them to eat. He couldn't help crying while eating - it was delicious, and it didn't smell like a rotting corpse!

Seeing Ash crying while eating the barbecue, the black curly-haired man couldn't help but be moved: "I didn't expect Mr. Heath to like my cooking so much."

The manager next to him took the photo, and Rose reminded him, "Please contact the End Viewer Studio if you want to use your portrait for commercial promotion."

"Of course!" the manager said quickly, "Since Mr. Seath appreciates our food so much, we will not skimp on the cost!"

Ash stopped talking and ate the skewers in silence. When he was about to leave, he said he wanted to talk with Black Curly outside the store. Black Curly agreed and followed Ash out of the store: "Mr. Heath, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Ash pulled Harvey into the alley next to him, pushed him against the wall, and slapped him hard back and forth, "Wake up, Harvey, wake up quickly, you are Archibald Harvey, not a chef, you are a sloppy, dark, evil, self-centered, taciturn necromancer who likes to talk about little-known facts about corpses while everyone is eating..."

Rose helped Ash block the view of passers-by outside and even turned on her cell phone ringtone to cover up the sound of his slap.

"alright."

"That's not enough. The person you loved, Narbel, died, and you escaped from Broken Lake Prison with me—"

"I said, okay," Harvey said, "I'm awake now."

Ash blinked and released his hand: "Just wake up."

"I was awake when you said 'Archibald Harvey,'" the necromancer said, "and you seem to have sensed that, too."

"No way!" Ash quickly denied: "Do you think I deliberately took the opportunity to say bad things about you and slap you?"

"Of course not." Harvey said, "At least you didn't take the opportunity to say bad things about me."

Rose turned off her cell phone ring and asked curiously, "You two know each other? So you don't have to pay money to settle the intentional injury case?"

"Who is she?" Harvey asked, "Sword Princess?"

Ash: "No, I just met her too. She is my assistant in this world. Her name is Rose."

Rose suddenly realized: "You are role-playing friends."

"Let's just take it as it is." Ash said perfunctorily and looked at Harvey: "How did you become a chef?"

"I don't know either." Harvey shook his head. "I only have a few vague memories, and they are fading quickly, just like a dream that you forget after waking up."

Ash looked at Rose: "Do you know his information?"

Rose made an OK gesture, walked out of the alley, and came back after a while: "I asked the boss, he is an orphan, and was a homeless man two days ago. He took the initiative to apply for the position of chef. The boss thought he was good and hired him."

"Orphan... a few days ago..." Ash frowned slightly: "What a useful setting... Wait, Rose, you told me that we were childhood sweethearts, then where are our parents?"

"You are an orphan. My parents died very early." Rose replied.

"Orphans should also have information about their biological parents, right?" Ash said, "Are my biological parents dead too?"

"I don't know." Rose shook her head: "Do you want to find it?"

"Forget it, I'm just asking." Ash looked at Harvey: "We are going to find Igula now, do you have any clues?"

"I was just woken up by you. What do you think?" Harvey asked, "Instead, shouldn't you explain to me why I didn't see a single ruby? Is this really Ruby Mountain?"

"I'm not sure if it's my problem," Ash said. "Thinking is not my job, and there are still many things I can't figure out... The only one among us who has the potential to be a detective is the Fraud Master."

Ash paced back and forth, musing, "An orphan... a few days ago... Rose, have you met a handsome blond man recently? He should also be an orphan who appeared in the past two days."

Rose thought for a moment, "There are blond ones, but I'm not sure if they're handsome."

"Come on, take us to find him."

As soon as Ash and Harvey got in the car, the manager of the restaurant ran out and shouted, "Boulder, aren't you coming back to work?"

"What job?" Harvey asked.

"Barbecue!"

"Oh? What kind of meat? Elves, orcs, goblins, or humans? Age, gender, how long have they been dead--"

Ash kicked the necromancer into the car and apologized to the manager, "I'm sorry, but I hired him as my personal chef."

The manager didn't seem dissatisfied. He hesitated and asked, "Then the photos I took..."

"Of course, we still have to contact the End Viewer Studio!"

Rose in the driver's seat turned around to look at him, then faced forward. The sports car started suddenly, and the strong push on the back made the two legendary magicians sit up straight.

…

…

Five minutes later, beside the dirty and smelly river bank, Ash and Harvey looked at the man under the bridge from afar, both of them were stunned.

Not to mention Ash, even the necromancer, who never showed his emotions and was almost as good as the dead, had his eyes wide open and his mouth almost dropped.

"You said you met the blond one these past two days, and that's all I can think of." Rose asked, "Is he the one you're looking for?"

"Thank you for your help, Rose." Ash waved his hand, "I don't know what property I have, but feel free to take whatever you want."

"I can take it at will." Rose said, "Can you remember your bank card password?"

At this time, Harvey wanted to walk over, but Ash quickly stopped him: "Don't you want to look at it for a while? At least take a picture...Rose, come and take a picture!"

Harvey: "He'll be mad."

Ash glanced at him, "But you can laugh at him."

The necromancer thought for a moment, "It is indeed hard to refuse."

As Rose pressed the shutter, a new photo of "the blonde homeless man under the bridge" came out - yes, Igulla had turned into a sloppy, haggard, dirty-looking homeless man living under a bridge, curled up on a dirty quilt!

Ash looked at the photo and felt deeply moved, he had not expected that apart from the cemetery, there would be a crazy place where Harvey was doing better than Igula.

"Well, it's time to laugh at him—"

At this moment, a stone suddenly hit the homeless man on the head, waking him up. The homeless man got up quickly, but was hit by more stones, and ran out of the bridge hole screaming in pain.

I saw a few young men walking towards the homeless man with burning sticks in their hands. They threw the sticks on the dirty quilt, and they quickly caught fire.

The homeless man screamed miserably, not even caring about being pelted with stones. He rushed over and threw himself onto the burning quilt. As a result, even his clothes were burned. He stammered and howled miserably: "Ah - ah - burn - burn - burn -"

As the homeless man rolled on the ground to put out the flames, the young men laughed and kicked him. The homeless man suddenly felt hot and painful, and kept screaming for mercy.

At this time, the gangsters lifted him up and prepared to throw him into the stinking river.

At this moment, a shout pierced the starry sky—

"Igula Bogin!"

Ash and Harvey rushed over and kicked the thugs away. Ash wanted to spread his wings or shoot out his heart sword, but when he was about to do it, his body was once again dominated by fear and he was unwilling to follow orders.

Although he didn't know why, Ash still told Harvey not to use any magician abilities, so they could only rush over to fight.

The thugs were so angry when they saw that the two guys dared to provoke them that they surrounded and beat them up. But even without using their magic powers, Ash and Harvey were experienced warriors, especially Ash who was a physical magician. With a little skill, he broke a few of the thugs' teeth. The other thugs saw that the situation was not good, so they said a few harsh words and ran away in a hurry.

After Ash and Harvey finished fighting, they realized that the surroundings were a little quiet. Turning around, they found that the homeless man had been thrown into the stinking river in the melee.

He was stinking and covered in dirty water, and his beautiful blond hair was stained with dirty colors. He stood in the river, his back to Ash and the others, his shoulders trembling slightly, staring at the river, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ash thought about it, and suddenly said to Harvey: "Hey, your butt is on fire."

Without waiting for the necromancer to ask 'what', he kicked Harvey into the stinking river and then jumped in after him, "I'm on fire too."

Wow, Ash found that his nose in this world had not been trained by Harvey, and he couldn't stand this stench. As soon as he swam to the homeless man, he couldn't help but vomit, "No, you stink!"

"But we stink just as well." Ash chuckled and suddenly fell into deep thought: "Wait, are we embarrassing the legendary magicians? We might be the only three legendary magicians who will fall into the stinky river, right?"

The necromancer made a nasal sound: "Hmm."

The fraudster glanced at the two of them and sighed helplessly: "Two fools."