"The herbs have been packed, and there are four gold coins left." Lao Mi concluded the deal, with a happy expression on his face. He could earn at least two gold coins from this transaction. For a wizard, two gold coins might not be a big deal, but for him, two gold coins were also a good deal.

Duolai hummed, wrapped the things, put them behind his back, and said, "I will come once a month from now on."

Hearing this, Lao Mi felt relieved and became even more enthusiastic. "It's my honor. Your spiritual power potion is very good and pure. Customers like it very much."

Duolai shook his bag and said, "The strength potion is not bad, but the agility potion is not so good. If I didn't have the relevant formula, I wouldn't use the one they provided."

In fact, Dolai does have it, but he just wants to hide his shortcomings.

Lao Mi nodded, "Many apprentices are only proficient in one skill, and it is very difficult to learn another one, but we can exchange what we have and what we don't have, which is pretty good."

The transaction was completed, and Dolai left the pharmacy and quickly returned to his room, entering the alchemy room to prepare a special potion specifically for Ferrer.

He also bought some of that medicine, intending to add some ingredients to it.

He calmed down and thought about it. He still remembered the situation when Ferrer came. He was so high and mighty, and he had the power of life and death. His eyes looked like he was looking at a dead person. Dolai didn't like that kind of eyes very much. It had become his nightmare when he went to bed at night.

For a magician, clarity of mental power is crucial, but Ferrer, Carmen and Diss are like mountains standing in front of him, causing resentment and anger in his heart, which leads to a slow improvement in his mental power.

Therefore, they must die.

Odo and his son were already dead, and Dolai's mental power was clear once, and he had two more copper coins that night. If these three people died, Dolai's strength should be greatly improved. Whether it was because of the nightmare or because of the mental communication, these three scums must die.

When they treat themselves as ants, don't blame yourself for treating them as ants too.

It took a while to blend the poison into the drug, and everything was ready. He was not panicked at all, but very calm.

Time came to the fourth night. Dolai put on a young man's face and went to the military tavern to drink while Ferrer was on duty.

By ten o'clock in the evening, Ferrer still hadn't arrived. Dole secretly thanked his luck. He quietly came to the North District and found that this guy was not at home either?

Where did he go? Dole decided to stay there.

The density of security patrols in the North District is quite high. Dole spent most of his family fortune to buy a set of quite expensive clothes so that he would not be questioned when walking on the street. If he were an ordinary civilian wearing ordinary clothes, he would probably be questioned immediately, or arrested and beaten.

He now has some concerns about the police station.

At night, he hid in a tree outside, not moving a muscle, and even his blood circulation was completely slowed down.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the sound of horse hooves came from a distance and soon reached the entrance of the alley.

There are actually many families living in this alley, and Dolai doesn't know who has returned.

Soon, he saw an exquisite carriage stopped at the entrance of the alley. Two people walked down from it. They got off first, and then dragged a drunken figure down.

In the dark night, it was hard to see who it was, but the man was drunk and was talking nonsense all the way. Dole heard from the voice that this was the person he was waiting for, Ferrer. Looking at the three of them, Dole felt neither sad nor happy. It seemed that there was no hope tonight.

He stood still, staring at the three people coming from the alley.

The two men walked and talked and laughed while dragging Ferrer, and soon arrived at Ferrer's door.

They placed the person casually at the door, knocked lightly, and then turned and left, seemingly unwilling to stay.

As they walked, they discussed whose daughter was prettier, whose woman had a bigger butt, and whose daughter-in-law had bigger breasts. They didn't say a single serious word and their faces were full of lust.

Dole watched the two men leave, then looked at Feller lying at the door, feeling a little confused.

Soon, the two men got on the carriage and quickly disappeared at the entrance of the alley.

At this time, Ferrer's house was still dark, and no one seemed to hear anyone opening the door.

Dolai's eyes slowly lit up, and his heart beat rapidly, "Is this the chance God has given me?"

Knowing the importance of opportunity, he quietly slipped down from the tree, then felt his way to the door, pricked up his ears, and waited quietly for a few seconds.

There was no movement from inside the door.

Dole lowered his head and took a deep look at Feller at his feet. He fell to the ground like a puddle of mud. In the darkness, his face was not clear.

The parasites of this empire.

Without even thinking twice, Dole put on his gloves, turned Ferrer over, then took out the medicine from his arms, unscrewed the bottle, and put the cork in his pocket.

After some effort, he pried open Ferrer's mouth and poured all the medicine into him with an expressionless face. Ferrer drank it all without leaving a drop. After drinking it, he muttered and asked for another glass.

Dole sneered, his eyes full of satisfaction, thinking, there is no next cup. He gently put down Feller, then knocked hard on the door, left quickly, and stood in the darkness in the distance.

A moment later, a light came on inside, the door opened, and a beautiful woman in dishevel came out and took Ferrer in. Seeing this, Dolai quietly walked away. He felt that his mind had become clearer and he became much more energetic.

After leaving the alley, Dole breathed a sigh of relief. He straightened his clothes, then pretended nothing had happened and slowly left the North District.

Next are Carmen and Dis, the only two left.

…

Diss sat in the director's office, listening to the report from the military office, his face full of helplessness.

A captain of the city guard died in his wife's belly. What is there to investigate? Aren't those damn corrupt guards all the same?

"I hope the police station can take over this matter. After all, solving cases is not the scope of our military station. Although Feller's death was not glorious, the police station also needs to investigate." The position of the military station itself is higher than that of the police station, so naturally the people who come here speak with more confidence.

Ferrer's death was too ignominious, so the military decided to find a decent way to end Ferrer's sinful life.

Inspector Moreno of the police station nodded and said, "Don't worry, Gray, we will do a great job on this matter."

Gray shrugged and nodded, saying, "Thank you for your help. Happy cooperation."

“It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

Gray left quickly.

Dis and Inspector Moreno were the only ones left in the office. Dis looked at Moreno expressionlessly and said, "Inspector, what should we do?"

Hades pouted, "Do as usual."

Diss's face was slightly unhappy, "I'll do it right away." He slowly stood up and walked out of the office.

Doing the same thing as usual means finding a scapegoat and arguing that he was murdered! Give Ferrer's family a pension, otherwise the military office will have objections.

The nobles all care about their reputation, especially in the military, where corruption is rife and they still need to maintain their reputation. To hell with their reputation.

But it has to be done.

Diss returned to his office and called Carmen over. "The superiors have assigned us a task, it's up to you to do it." He threw the information to Carmen.

Carmen was so careless that she only took a glance and knew what was going on. She laughed and said, "Leave it to me."

…

Two days later, Dolai disguised himself and quietly came to the door of the Killer Guild's bar.

Looking at the deep black cave entrance, he felt a little scared, but he still walked in. Although two gold coins were not much, a mosquito leg was still meat. Besides, they would have to deal with it frequently in the future. When his strength improved, it would not be difficult to receive thirty, fifty, or even a hundred gold coins for one task.

When I entered the bar, it was still dark inside. Under the dim light, a few people were sitting scattered around.

He glanced at those people, who were also looking at him, and then he walked to the front desk as if nothing had happened.