Half-elf Notebook

Earthy yellow mixed with gray and white.

It's like a natural cover color.

In this jungle where plants grow yellow for long periods of time and green for short periods of time, if you don't look carefully, you might not even notice it even if it's only a few dozen feet away.

I guess this is one of the reasons why their activities are difficult to detect.

At this moment, they were lifeless, and the blood they shed dyed the grass roots they crushed red.

The blood trail of one of them even stretched for several meters.

Mitaokel ​​stepped forward to confirm, of course he was not there to check whether the rabbits were dead or alive.

He was curious about the black arrows of the flintlock bullets, which seemed to be no less powerful than those of the bows and crossbows.

Although I don't know whether Black Arrow Magic requires chanting as a prerequisite.

But if it can be comparable to a single-soldier's long-range weapon without any equipment, its convenience and power are undoubtedly unquestionable.

From a hundred meters away, someone was killed with just a whisper. As far as Mitaokor had heard, even the bronze-level hunters had never mentioned it.

Moreover, the legends about the magician's power go far beyond the flames that burn everything or the magic missiles that penetrate heavy armor and shields...but also all kinds of strange magic that are ever-changing, illusory and ghostly.

"It's unexpectedly powerful."

Mitaokel ​​couldn't help but think so as he picked up the corpse.

The neck of the corpse was pierced, and when he picked it up, the rabbit head was strangely bent to one side.

It's soft and sagging, as if it's only held together by the skin.

The other one was not so lucky. The black arrow pierced her abdomen, causing her to bleed profusely.

Unlike breaking her cervical vertebrae and shattering her blood vessels in an instant, she obviously struggled for a long time.

Mitaukel took out a knife from the linen bag, chopped off the rabbit's head with the machete, scraped the neck with the knife, and removed the internal organs.

These can't be sold for money, and carrying them will only add unnecessary weight.

While discarding the internal organs, a large amount of blood was also drained from the prey and wrapped in cloth.

In a short period of time, it can effectively avoid direct conflicts with some predators that come due to hunger or smelling blood.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have such good conditions.

He held up the prey that had been simply processed and said to Ina who was on the lookout:

"Ms. Ina, your prey."

Ina was a little surprised. You didn't even ask me to get some? She asked subconsciously:

"Don't you want it?"

Mitaokel ​​smiled bitterly and said:

"No, I didn't hunt it. I'm happy to help. But it's not what I deserve."

Mitaukel is a man of principle.

More importantly, he invited Ina to join the team.

Regardless of anything else, he is the founder of this team, and he should earn a reward commensurate with the contributions of each member.

Rather than doing nothing and eroding the results.

"Can you hold it for me?" Ina looked shrewd. She did not take the prey. She raised her head and thought for a while before saying:

"Well... there is also the remaining part of the prey. I can give you 50% of the selling price as a share."

Two rabbits, including the skin and meat, were worth less than one silver coin, which was only a small profit.

It can even be said that as long as they are not the prey with a bounty, Ina doesn't mind supporting her old classmates financially.

Mitaokel ​​was incredulous when he heard this.

"Fifty percent? Miss Ina, are you serious?"

This is just like a businessman saying to a worker who is carrying goods.

He will pay the workers half of the profit on the goods they carry, as wages.

Very ridiculous.

But Mitaokel ​​couldn't figure out why Ina lied to him. Even if there was no promise and no reward, he would still help.

I saw the puzzled look on my old classmates’ faces.

In order to dispel the other party's doubts, Ina pressed her white palm lightly on her chest: "Mitaokel, I am serious."

"Yina, you don't have to..."

It is necessary, old classmate, otherwise I don’t have to join a team, any team… Ina said in her heart.

She smiled warmly and gently interrupted Mitaukol's words:

"Since I am willing to join the team, I think it is necessary to do my part to maintain it. Only when both sides can get what they need can a team be formed."

"But we don't have what you need, do we?"

The boy looked bitter, and the third party, Xilia, lowered her brows.

You only know it now, but I haven't joined the team yet... Ina gave her answer directly.

Simple answer.

"friendship."

"Hmm?" Mitaokel ​​looked puzzled.

He didn't understand what the white-haired girl meant.

"This is why I am willing to join this team and why I want to help you." Ina waved her hand.

"Let's go. Although we still have a lot of time left, continuing to ask you questions won't solve the problem of you asking for the gold coins to buy the matchlock gun."

Mitaokel ​​stared blankly at Ina who was about to leave.

"how do you know……"

"In my impression, not many people in Mr. Meix's school can save enough money to buy a matchlock rifle."

Ina put her hands into the warm, furry pockets without looking back.

Suddenly, Mitaokel ​​felt someone elbowing him in the waist and abdomen.

"Miss Ina doesn't really have feelings for you, does she?"

Then the next second, Shiriya was hit directly on the head by a hand knife.

…………

"Wait a moment." The brown-haired girl bent down and pulled out the only "weapon" she had on her.

The small dagger with a thick blade began to dig the soil under several bunches of unknown wild flowers.

Ina and Mitaukol sat on either side of him, seven feet apart.

They guarded with swords and machetes in hand.

After digging nearly half a foot of soil under the plant, Cirilla used a knife to cut off the remaining roots.

Whether it is the flowers on the stems or the roots underneath, they are all worth the money, so naturally every gram counts.

After repeating the same action several times, she dug out the remaining plants and put them into the rattan basket behind her, then Xilia stood up.

"How is it, Xilia, did you gain anything?"

Mitaokal, who had put away his machete, walked over first with a relaxed look on his face.

It seemed like he was not on guard just now, but resting in place.

In fact, this is true. If Ina can't find the danger, he can't rely on her.

Ina couldn't intercept the predator, and even if Mitaokol sacrificed his life, he could only buy time for a while.

The boy, who had seen Ina's several rounds of hunting (target shooting), had a clear understanding of his own position.

If someone wants to have sex with me, I can't stop him.

Cirilla raised her shoulders, and the wicker basket shook.

“Eight flowers of the lavender used to repel insects, and the rhizome that can be ground into powder and used as the main ingredient for blood coagulation medicine, about a pound.

"Thirty to fifty groats, I guess."

This is roughly equivalent to a day's salary for a hired worker.

This is obviously good news, these are not the entire harvest, just one collection.

At this time, the two of them had not yet had time to communicate more.

A beautiful figure lightly touched the ground and floated over.

"Hurry up, something happened, I have a bad feeling." Ina came to the two of them with a gloomy face and spoke in a light voice.

Unlike Mitaukol, she still held the sword in her hand.