Master Tongtian

When I returned to the Hound House again, I saw the door open from a distance.

Rosen was secretly relieved. Fortunately, Harrick was at home, otherwise he wouldn't have known who to borrow money from.

He walked over quickly, and before he entered the door, he heard Chabolai's loud laughter coming from inside the door.

"Ahahaha~ I can go to the Rose House to be cool again."

As soon as he heard this, Rosen knew that there was no need to worry about money. Whether it was the income from selling paintings or Chabolai completing the bounty mission, he had money anyway.

He strode inside.

Harrick was sitting facing the door. When he saw Rosen, he immediately waved to him vigorously.

"Aha~ Our great hero is here~"

Rosen was overjoyed that his painting was sold, and at a good price.

The slightly anxious mind immediately relaxed, which was very good. Now I didn’t have to open my mouth to borrow money.

Although Chabolai and Harrick would definitely borrow, they were still a bit uncomfortable borrowing money.

He walked over and sat on the chair: "How much did it cost?"

Harrick's eyes were astonishingly bright. He took out a bulging money bag from under the table and handed it to Rosen.

"Sold for a full 50 crowns. This is yours, 25 crowns, every penny is more. Just click on it."

Wherever Rosen needs to touch with his hands, he has been very skilled in using his magic hands in the past two days.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, the mage's hand took over the wallet, and as soon as he thought about it, he already figured out the number of gold crowns in the purse.

25 kronor, no more, no less, just right.

He carefully put away the money bag and asked curiously: "Who bought it?"

He remembered clearly that the "Antique" painting shop in Whitehorse Town only charged 2 crowns a piece, which later only went up to 5 crowns.

Although Silver Moon City is a big city and the bathing map is really good, there is no reason for the price to rise tenfold at once.

Upon hearing this, Harrick disagreed.

"How can you be taken advantage of? This "Bathing in the Forest" is a rare masterpiece. If I hadn't known that you were in urgent need of money, how could I have sold her so easily? Right, Charbolet?"

Xia Bolay nodded repeatedly, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"I have seen countless women in my life, but I have to say that the beauty in this painting is absolutely rare in the world. If I can kiss Fangze, even if I die on the spot, I will be willing to do so."

Rosen spread his hands and smiled teasingly.

"Fortunately, uncle didn't meet me, otherwise our stunning studio would have to close down as soon as it opened because of the loss of our friend."

"Uh hahaha~~~"

Harrick and Charbolet laughed loudly together.

After laughing, Xia Bolai's face straightened and he rarely became serious.

"Speaking of which, three foreigners died in the Chengnan Market today. The death was extremely miserable. Everyone's eyes were gouged out, their private parts were also cut off, and all the blood in their bodies was drained."

Harrick's face turned pale when he heard this: "So cruel?!"

Rosen said nothing, waiting for Chabolai to continue to tell more news.

Chabolai did not keep the two of them waiting.

"Last night, the patrolling guards nearby heard the screams first and rushed over to check. This caused the murderer to flee in a hurry and not have enough time to clean up the scene, leaving many traces."

Having said this, he motioned to Harik to give him a glass of mead. Harik simply drank three cups and divided one cup between each of them.

After taking a sip of mead, Chabolai continued to tell the story of the case.

"I won't go into the specific analysis process. In short, judging from the traces, the woman who committed the murder was over 1.7 meters tall, with a plump figure and a large bust. She had to use a large cup to corset her breasts."

Harrick was puzzled.

"Wait, I can understand everything else, but how did you analyze the bust size?"

Rosen also had the same doubts.

Xia Bolay curled his lips and said: "The three foreign men are very strong, and one of them is a low-level warrior. There have been some battles along the way."

"The fighting ground was full of mud, and the murderer rolled several times in the mud, leaving marks."

"Oh~"

Both Rosen and Harrick looked astonished.

Chaballet continued.

"The traces show that the murderer has good skills and knows some magic. He should be a wandering female mage who has not studied systematically."

"Because of this, the mage guild in the city also sent several battle mages to assist in the investigation."

As he said that, he looked at Rosen and said solemnly: "I carefully observed the location of each murder and found that the location of each murder was not far from your mentor's residence."

"This is enough to show that the murderer probably lives in that area. Before the murderer is brought to justice, you must be careful!"

He took out a whistle from his pocket and handed it to Rosen.

"Take this. If there is an emergency, blow the whistle as hard as you can. I will keep an eye on the area for the next few days. I will rush over as soon as I hear the whistle."

"Thank you, uncle."

Rosen carefully put the whistle into his pocket.

Considering that he had a lot to do in the afternoon, he didn't delay any longer.

"I'm leaving first. My instructor has assigned me a lot of things, and time is very tight. I have to rush back to deal with it."

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the door.

Harrick's voice came from behind: "Rosen, when will the next painting be done? The wealthy businessman who bought the painting wants to buy a few more."

"Tomorrow, I will come over early tomorrow morning to paint, two paintings at a time."

"okay!"

After leaving the Hound House, Rosen ran all the way back to the south market.

Ignoring the slightly panicky atmosphere in the market, I ran past the shops one by one.

Ordering bathtubs, screens, new clothes, new bedding, new tableware, etc., as long as they could improve the comfort of Thrandis's life, he ordered a new set of them all.

I just got the 25 crowns, and before I even warmed up, I spent 12 crowns.

The remaining 13 crowns were kept to cover emergencies.

Rosen didn't feel distressed at all about this.

Because as far as he knew, for aristocratic children to find a tutor to learn spells, the annual tuition fee alone would start at at least 200 crowns. Good mentors are priceless.

This does not include the money spent on purchasing magic teaching materials and equipment.

Now that he spent this little money to find a mid-level mage with outstanding talent and serious teaching attitude as his tutor, he was really making a fortune.

After buying the things, he spent 2 silver coins to hire a few oxcarts to deliver the purchased things to Thrandis's door.

Along with it, I also transported more than a dozen buckets of clean water and filled the three newly purchased large water tanks in the kitchen to the brim.

Then, Rosen did all the laundry, boiling water, installing bathtubs, screens, etc. himself.

The bathtub is made of oak, fully twice the size of the original, and the material is extremely solid. It's heavy, but it doesn't matter.

Rosen's mage's hand was now very powerful, and after a little effort, he moved the tub to the second floor.

The wooden floorboards could not support the bathtub filled with water, so several load-bearing wooden columns were installed under the building.

He moved as quickly as possible, and by three o'clock in the afternoon, he was completely finished.

The interior of Thrandis's house has been greatly changed. There are many more daily utensils, and the bathtub filled with warm water is already steaming behind the carved wooden screen.

Rosen stood next to the screen, with one hand behind his back and the other stretched forward, bowing and inviting: "Teacher, I will wait for you to undress."

Thrandis smiled, extremely satisfied with these changes.

"Oh, Rosen, you are truly my dearest apprentice. If you continue like this, I won't be able to help but fall in love with you."

She sighed like this and stood still with her arms spread wide, allowing Rosen to untie her hair accessories and take off her dress.

When taking off the corset, Rosen's heart suddenly moved.

"It's so big, it has to be a big cup, no!"

In an instant, a series of information flashed through his mind.

‘Female, over 1.7 meters tall, plump, big-cupped, good at magic, the murder location is near the house’.

Looking at Thrandis in front of him again, Rosen's heart beat uncontrollably: "Is it completely consistent?"

Immediately afterwards, more details that he had ignored came to mind like a flood.

Strange voices upstairs at night.

When he woke up this morning, Thrandis's personality changed drastically. He was thousands of miles away from him and had changed his clothes.

But at noon, he suddenly changed back and exposed his body in front of an apprentice he had only known for two days.

'The victims of the murders were all young men, and they all died in extreme excitement. If Thrandis is really the murderer, then her changes seem to be explained. She may be seducing me! ’

Although the evidence is not sufficient, there are too many similarities that give Thrandis an aura of suspicion as a murderer.

Rosen's heart beat faster and faster, and all the thoughts in his mind disappeared.

Thrandis's voice rang out: "My dear apprentice, are you fascinated by your mentor's body?"

Rosen came back to his senses, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and said with an 'apology' on his face: "Teacher, forgive me for being rude."

"This just proves my charm, and I'm very happy."

Thrandis lifted his legs and stepped into the tub. He lay down in the warm water sprinkled with rose petals and sighed comfortably.

"Hmm~ This is much more spacious than the original bathtub~"

She turned to look at Rosen, with a smile as bright as a flower.

"My dearest apprentice, continue to scrub my body. But remember, only use the hands of a mage."