Half-elf Notebook

Ina woke up, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her green eyes.

The first thing she noticed was the bright fire, the orange flames swaying and warm as always, and then the hardwood coffee table, which had been recently painted and slightly worn along the edges due to age, and the swaying, vague light of the fire was reflected in the shiny surface.

Those were sparks from the fireplace.

Ina tried to move her body and unexpectedly found that she did not feel dark and cold. Instead, she felt very warm. A layer of fur, which was not particularly thick but extremely warm, was covering her body.

And at the end she smelled the aroma of coffee.

"Good afternoon, Ina." A voice came from the side of the sofa where Ina was, accompanied by the sound of his approaching footsteps.

"Sleeping here, you are not afraid of catching a cold."

Rick held two cups of coffee and pushed one of them in front of Ina.

"I didn't make black tea, but I added sugar and milk to it. I know you don't like bitter taste." Rick took a sip and sat on the single sofa beside him.

"How is it? Did you miss me?" Rick raised his glass with a gentle smile and made a rare joke.

"Ugh, that's really not suitable for you...uncle."

Without her noticing, the corners of her mouth slightly turned up for the first time in two months.

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A few days later in the morning, Rick, who was reading the latest issue of "Cyrillor Province Weekly", suddenly lowered the newspaper, looked up, and looked at Ina, who was preparing breakfast for two at the dining table, with some surprise, as if he had heard some unexpected news.

"I've wasted too much time wanting to participate in hunting... I've learned almost nothing this hunting season." Placing two trays of sausages, fried eggs, and toast on the table, Ina carefully repeated what she had just said:

"I'm going to start over from today."

Rick was silent and did not respond for a while, just took a sip of coffee.

"I don't have time these days..." Looking at the resolute and rejuvenated Bi Tong, Rick was a little embarrassed: "I agreed to be a swordsmanship instructor at the military camp."

The hunting season in a province is generally only open for three months, as stipulated in the Kingdom's Hunting Law.

In order to prevent excessive hunting in a certain period that led to a sharp depreciation in the prices of furs and magic materials.

Furs are still easy to deal with, but magical materials are important resources, and the kingdom cannot allow a supply shortage in any year.

At the same time, the long-term high fur prices and stable output can also guarantee the income of hunters in the kingdom.

Now that it is the end of the hunting season in Cyrilor Province, the high-value hunting targets have either been exchanged for gold coins and silver coins, or retreated back to the depths of the restricted area.

At this time of year, having earned enough commission money, Rick naturally would not continue to focus too much energy on hunting.

"I can go alone." Ina didn't care. She mainly wanted to tell Rick.

.........

The Adventurer's Guild in the east part of the city.

With Rick's permission, Ina finished her breakfast and immediately came to the guild.

Hunters cannot determine what their prey is, but the purchase price on the guild commission is always higher than the market price, so it is worth a look.

What’s important is that the guild is willing to purchase some information about the appearance of monsters from adventurers in exchange for a certain commission share, and print the information on each relevant commission.

It is a good source of intelligence for ordinary adventurers and hunters.

The wall board with the bounty was crowded with spectators, and every table and chair was filled with people looking for commissions.

Some of them were team members discussing bounty targets, some were lone adventurers selecting commissions on their own, and some were citizens looking for jobs.

Various voices gathered in the union, and the environment was extremely noisy.

Ina went straight to a counter where no one was handling business.

Behind the brown wooden counter, a round-faced female receptionist sat on a high stool.

"I need a copy of today's entire commission," she said bluntly.

"All the free books have been borrowed." The receptionist replied in a professional tone, "The remaining books are 5 coins per hour. If the book exceeds one hour, it will be charged one coin per hour. If the book is less than one hour, it will be charged as one hour."

Ina took out a Gro and in return received a stack of bounty commissions with hundreds of pages of pale yellow paper, which felt quite heavy when weighed.

Commission: Suppress bandits and recover supplies from the caravan.

Commission content: Fight against the bandits roaming in the Griset Mountains and recover as much of the goods lost by the Nilin caravan as possible.

Reward amount: 30 gold coins. (The amount of the reward commission does not include the criminal reward)

Ina's eyes glanced at the first page of the commission content intentionally or unintentionally.

However, this is different from the impression of most civilians. Real robbers and mountain gangs are not something that can be dealt with by a few teams of city guards. They are also different from the street hooligans and thieves who bully the weak and fear the strong within the city walls.

They were stranded in the wilderness, far away from the city, for various reasons, but at the same time, each of them who survived in the wilderness possessed the personal strength of an elite soldier.

Not to mention the leaders who formed the strongholds, gangs and commanded these wilderness villains.

They were all masters of living on the edge of a knife. Extraordinary strength was the prerequisite for their rule, and many of them had bronze-level strength.

This is also the reason why the noble armies and commissioned adventurers in the city avoid it.

The killing skills that he honed in order to survive were not something that ordinary adventurers could achieve.

Not to mention the thirty gold coins, the reward for clearing out each stronghold is thousands of gold coins in the city administration hall, which is very tempting.

But as long as you don't want your head to be hung on one of the beams, you won't be stupid enough to accept these rewards.

Even for a well-known bronze-rank adventure team in the province, accepting this kind of bounty is no different from rolling the dice on a gambling table.

Let it go, let it go... Ina flipped through the yellowed and rough paper and looked at the subsequent commission.

Caravan guard, two gold coins and ten silver coins, requires professionals with strength above bronze level.

Magic material collection, one blue lotus flower, purchase price is seven gold coins, must be complete.

To hunt Warcraft, you only need the head of the Warcraft. For a second-level Warcraft, you need thirty silver coins. For a third-level Warcraft, you need three gold coins and twenty silver coins.

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Ina couldn't help but take another look at the commission for the Blue Lotus Spirit Flower. Magic materials were scarce, so the market price was naturally not cheap.

In order to get a share of the profits from magic materials, many nobles in the kingdom have reclaimed a piece of land and hired a team of magicians to cultivate it.

However, it is not uncommon to find magical materials that can be sold for seven gold coins.

After all, a swift monkey's finger was only worth a dozen gros, which was equivalent to about a quarter of the daily salary of a worker with a long-term labor contract in a small city.

Seven gold coins are at least third-level magic materials.

Ina left four gros as the cost of printing paper, rolled up the commission and put it in her bag, then turned around and left the guild.