Half-elf Notebook

"Hunter?" Fizerei grasped the key point of Bor's words.

"A group of bounty hunters employed by slave traders. Every few years they appear in the slums to capture vagrants. Some people also call them bastard hounds and human traffickers."

"damn it!"

Diin cursed angrily and kicked the pulpit over.

The loud noise of the heavy object hitting the ground scared the child hiding behind the bench so much that he retracted his head in fear.

Fizerei's expression also dimmed a little.

This is obviously not the worst news.

At least, the adult's child might still be alive.

But it also cut off the only clue that could be followed.

Even though I know there is no hope.

Fizerei still asked carefully:

"Do you have any idea, ma'am?"

Perhaps because of Bol's cooperation, there was not much change in his tone.

But he was noticeably more polite in his choice of words.

Bol shook his head and said:

"The capital, all the medium and large cities, the rich estates in the south, and even outside the kingdom... there are too many."

"As long as they can get rid of them, merchants don't care where they are sent. Apart from the slave traders back then, I'm afraid no one knows where the child is..."

He does not mean that.

Tiin had put away his anger and looked at his colleagues.

Fizerei's eyes gleamed slightly, and he intentionally or unintentionally lowered his hunting hat to cover his gaze.

They have a rough plan.

The dark and eerie nothingness reappeared, and a small hanging bag fell into Fizerei's palm.

"This is compensation for our disrespect and vandalism of the church."

Fizerey handed the small, heavy bag to Winnie.

He stood up, and under the astonished gazes of everyone, he and Diin were gradually enveloped by the magical starlight and turned into two light blue shadows.

Like a field at night, the fluorescent lights gathered and then eventually dispersed.

Disappeared into the dim lobby.

When everyone came to their senses.

When the little nun curiously untied the rope of the lanyard, she saw the bright light shining through the hole chiseled in the stone of the church.

A touch of gold made Winnie and Bol stunned.

It was a small pile of gold coins with wheat ears on the front and King Ord I on the back.

A total of sixty pieces.

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Ina bought herself some spiced fish and chips.

Its large quantity, high satiety, and price of only five Gros make it one of the few food options for workers.

He swallowed the greasy food with a gulp of water from the water bag he carried.

Ina pushed the door open and walked into the guild.

As noisy as usual, the reception desk and notice board were crowded with adventurers who submitted completed commissions and watched.

Of course, there were quite a few who came to argue with the receptionist because they were unable to get the full bounty for various reasons.

The air inside seemed to become hot and dry.

"One copy of all the commissions for today." Ina made the same request as last time.

The same fee of one Groh was used to exchange for a bounty order of more than 40 pages.

She sat down casually at an empty long table and began to flip through the yellowed papers.

Purchase of rabbit skins, 30 gros per piece, requirement: 50 pieces, five days before the hunting ceremony.

Purchase of elk skin, twenty-seven silver coins per piece, demand: fifteen pieces, more than 80% complete.

A forest deer, one gold coin and eight silver coins, requirements: the antlers are intact, the deer skin is more than 80% intact, and the meat weight is more than 150 pounds excluding the weight of the internal organs.

The missing parts are valued at the estimated price, negotiable decreasing reward, the reward is payable on the next continental day.

Black Boar: One gold coin and thirty silver coins. Requirement: More than three hundred pounds.

The missing parts are valued at the estimated price, negotiable decreasing reward, the reward is payable on the next continental day.

Level 3 Ice Spirit Snow Fox Magic Crystal, eight gold coins

Sub-payment: The completeness of the fur is not limited, and the fresh meat can be purchased by the client at the price of nine gold coins and twenty-three silver coins.

Location: In the mountains of Earl Cthroy Ridge in the Warcraft Forest, three kilometers southwest of the restricted area.

Second-level blood-colored demon wolf skin, five gold coins.

Requirements: More than 80% complete.

Location: ………

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"The purchase price of this Ice Spirit Snow Fox is really low. Although the price offered by Uncle Kernler is high, it is still a third-level magical beast. 70% of the blue-feathered forest wolf fur and magic crystals were sold for nearly thirty-five gold coins..." Ina calculated in her mind.

Perhaps it is because the goods purchased by merchants, both the amount and quantity entrusted, are significantly lower than last week.

After browsing through them all, she silently lowered her expectations.

At the same time, I was also glad that I chose to go out two days earlier.

If it was delayed for two days, Ina estimated that the number of commissions for this part, or the bounty, would be reduced by 30%!

Finally, she set her destination within a five-kilometer radius of the restricted area and confirmed several corresponding hunting commissions.

It is better to be cautious in everything.

However, when she picked up two power of attorney letters and was about to pay the money and take them away.

Her spiritual perception was suddenly triggered, stimulating her mind like a flash of inspiration.

Ina couldn't help but turn her head to look in the direction where she felt the touch.

Her spiritual perception was telling her that someone was approaching with her as the target.

She stood up, and in the reflection of her green eyes was a familiar face, and a shy girl hiding behind him.

"Mitokol?" Ina asked in confusion.

He was a man with blond hair, blue eyes, a sturdy build, carrying two linen bags, one long and one drum-shaped, on his back. He had an angular face and the remaining handsomeness of a teenager. He was between sixteen and eighteen years old.

Classmates who had taken courses with her in the same college.

Ina remembered that his family mainly ran their own blacksmith shop.

What was Mitaokal doing in the guild? The blacksmith shop shouldn't be idle enough for him to wander around. If he was caught by his father, he would definitely suffer the consequences... She glanced at the pretty girl who was half-sticking out from behind Mitaokal.

"We wouldn't end up on a date in a place that reeks of alcohol and sweat all day long," she speculated suspiciously.

"Hello, Miss West. I haven't seen you for two months. I didn't expect it was really you."

Although he was saying hello, Mitaokel ​​felt inexplicably restrained.

"Well, I haven't seen you for two months. Mitaokel, you have something to talk to me about...right?" Noticing the change in the way they addressed each other, Ina asked curiously.

As classmates who had been in the same school for a year, the two of them were not close enough to call each other by their first names, nor were they close enough to use each other's surnames plus honorific titles.

Besides, Ina remembered that they had a good relationship.

Mitaukel had consulted her on literary issues, and the white-haired girl had invited him to be her dance partner in etiquette class.

"We are all acquaintances. If it is convenient, how about sitting down and talking?" Ina gave up her seat very straightforwardly and said with a chuckle.

She could probably guess that this older boy must have something to ask for.

But due to various reasons, it is difficult to export.