The Last Witch Hunter Page #3

They were searching for something,

didn't want us to know.

Elemental magic is neutral.

At its root it's neither good nor evil.

But this is different.

This is dark magic.

Beyond evil.

They tied him to the chair.

"Death."

Is that part of the spell?

You were here last night

before he died, right?

Yes.

Let me see your hands.

Now.

I was five years old

when witches set our house on fire.

My parents died.

But you walked through the flames,

wrapped me in a blanket,

and jumped out the second story window.

Your body broke the fall.

I told you we'd met before.

If you don't remember, I

can refer you to the entry...

No. I remember.

You hunted down the witches

and brought them to justice.

I've waited my entire life for

the opportunity to help you.

Well, now's your chance.

You can help me hunt the

witches that did this.

Shouldn't I have a gun or

an iron mallet or something?

Take a deep breath. Center yourself.

Right. Of course.

Because resisting enchantment

requires a clear mind.

Now, Max is a 14th level warlock,

there's nothing you can

do. May as well relax.

Free sample, Father?

Oh. Thank you.

I'd think twice about that.

I don't know that I can do $10,000.

You know the level of enchantment

they are getting from that.

Business is good, right?

Yeah.

Oh, crap.

Shop's closed, Max.

Kaulder. It has been too long.

It is not illegal to

sell mind-altering bugs.

When they're used on humans, it is.

They're mixing them in the cupcakes.

I hadn't noticed.

Notice this?

Griffin's Henbane. Very rare and forbidden.

This is used in necromancy. Dark magic.

You know I do not deal in

these kinds of bad things.

Max, you're too smart to go down that road.

One can only imagine how

many times I've been lied to.

More than anyone in history, actually.

Come on, Kaulder.

You must understand, anyone

who would use this herb

is not afraid of you. And that scares me!

More than I scare you?

Max.

The man who came to see

me has an odor on his skin.

A whiff of garlic that was not garlic.

Arsenic. Anything else?

And moldering crabapples.

Thank you, Max.

Be careful.

Not in the habit.

Not you. Him.

So, all that made sense to you?

It didn't to you?

No.

Arsenic was used for embalming

back in the Civil War.

Whoever killed Dolan

is likely living in what

was once a funeral parlor.

We just have to find one

with a crabapple tree.

What's that for?

A cab.

You're not qualified for what happens next.

Oh.

Right. I'll get a receipt.

Whoa.

Didn't your mother ever teach you

not to eat candy from trees?

Go home, kid.

Go away.

It's okay.

- Get away from me.

- Shh.

It's okay.

Get away from me now.

- I'm not gonna hurt you.

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