Half-elf Notebook

At half past midnight, we crossed the sparse, uncultivated plain, relying on Mitokal to follow the directions given on the map.

The team returned to the town where they had set out before - the town of Pari.

The town is bustling with people, usually only farmers working the land, herdsmen, and a few craftsmen.

At this time, people are coming and going, and it is unusually lively.

They were obviously not from the town.

They were the travelers of the Chamber of Commerce, wandering merchants and the mercenaries who guarded them.

A small city like Lei Shi does not have sufficient military force.

Especially at night, more soldiers are needed to guard, and when patrolling, they are stretched to the limit.

In order to be able to maintain shift breaks, there must be enough city manpower to deal with emergencies.

After nightfall, the city will impose a curfew on the city gates.

To free up personnel and reduce disorder similar to that during the day.

The city gates close at 7pm, even earlier in winter.

Therefore, merchants would observe the weather and determine the time of the trip, and would choose to look for water sources, villages, and set up camp in advance.

Head to the city the next day.

This can effectively avoid the possibility of being severely exploited by the villages that depend on the city.

It is difficult to be a good businessman, but there are not many fools in the face of profit.

For a pair of ten carriages and a group of seventy or eighty business travelers, the overnight detention fee might be more than one gold coin.

As a profession that requires them to travel to countless cities throughout the year, they must avoid such troubles.

The three redeemed the deposited horses and carts and blended into the moving caravan.

There were the sounds of conversation, the neighing of the traders' horses, and the clacking of wooden bearings on the wooden wheels.

The noise came one after another.

Naturally, the corpse of the second-level monster on the cart still attracted a lot of attention.

Mitaokol rejected an offer from a nearby merchant, causing them to turn away in disappointment.

“So where do we sell these?”

He glanced sideways at Ina who was sitting at the back of the cart.

He was not worried about not being able to sell them. Meat and furs were always popular commodities in the North.

Yes, it’s just a matter of price.

In dealing with the harvest, Mitaokel ​​believes it is necessary to seek internal opinions.

Especially the opinion of the main hunter, Ina.

Xilia didn't say anything. Her family ran a herbal medicine shop.

But she was just helping out on a daily basis and didn't know the relevant channels.

Where can I buy it? I only know An Yasi's shop... Uncle Kernler's price is fair, probably higher than most merchants...

Ina thought about it and decided to listen to other opinions first. She said:

"Do you have any ideas? The skin of the bloody demon wolf cannot be sold as a bundled product. It has a commission bounty."

Ina's meaning was clear; she didn't want to do business at a huge loss.

"You should know him." Mitaukel gave his answer truthfully:

"Anya is Miss and Baolun, of course, I don't recommend selling it to Baolun's shop."

Baolun... A boy with a cold face but honest behavior appeared in Ina's mind.

Unlike his friend An Yasi who likes to cheat and sell some impractical gadgets.

As one of the only two people doing business in the school.

The things Bao Lun sells have always been quite affordable, which is in stark contrast to his father.

Unfortunately, Bao Lun probably doesn't have the money to buy their goods.

"An Ya Si, find a reason to visit Bao Lun next time."

Ina responded after thinking about it.

Mitaokel ​​agreed without objection:

"Then I'll go have a drink with him and talk to him about my troubles."

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The scorching sun was burning the ground. At the hottest time of the day, a tractor-trailer passed through the crowd.

Stopped in front of the Herb and Fur Grocer.

Mitaokal and Ina, wearing thick black vests and brown loose gowns, carried the carcasses of the prey and got off the carriage.

Ina stretched out her free left hand and pushed the half-open shop door.

Then a familiar female voice came into my ears.

"Welcome! The Herb and Fur Grocer will provide you with the finest goods."

An Yasi looked at the three people who pushed the door open in astonishment:

"Ina Mitokol?"

"We need to sell these, is Uncle Kernler available?"

Ina said straight to the point.

"Maybe we have to wait a while..." An Ya Si looked at the prey on the two people, made way, and pointed to an empty space in the store:

"It won't take too long. You can leave the prey here for now."

"No need, just come over here," came Kinler's gentle and steady voice.

The two men carried the prey and followed Anyas to the counter. Kinler was sweeping the silver and copper coins shining with metallic luster into the purse.

Looking at the pile of wild goods, he raised his eyebrows:

"Not bad, a rich harvest, kids. Are you planning to sell all of these?"

He couldn't help but raise this young team to a higher level in his mind.

This was true even though he was aware of the girl's extraordinary strength.

There were not only the three people who had just entered the store, but also many other customers, some casually looking around, some selecting items, or discussing prices with Kernst.

They all looked at the girl carrying the prey.

Mitaokel ​​and Ina didn't care about the looks of other people in the store and went straight to the counter.

"Well, we believe that Mr. Kinell will give the most reasonable purchase price. You are the most fair businessman we know."

Mitaokel ​​put the wild goods on the inspection counter and started talking directly.

"This is not a good thing to say to a businessman. For our business, fairness means no profit, and no profit means closing down."

Kinell was just talking, mostly as a joke.

After saying that, he began to count the goods for the three of them.

While Kneil was counting the goods and setting the price.

Ina glanced at the counter and the customers on the other side intentionally or unintentionally.

He was a man with an ordinary appearance and wearing a long robe.

After paying, he should have taken the goods and left directly, but he was still leaning against the counter, with no intention of leaving.

More importantly, Ina felt the chill.

It felt like a thin needle piercing flesh and blood, a short, sharp chill.

The other person was observing her.

More focused and dangerous than any natural predator.

In the past, no, even a week ago, she would never have noticed this.

Now, her spirit could tell her where this gaze came from and who it belonged to.

Their eyes met, the white-haired girl acted indifferent but was secretly alert.

The brown robed man smiled, as if to show that he meant no harm.

Even on that face with an inch-long, centipede-like scar, the smile could only be described as hideous.

"This man is definitely not a good person, at least not a good citizen."

Ina commented in her mind.

Generally, when people are observed and discovered, they will inevitably react in a stressful way.

It's like being caught "peeping". You will be startled, feel awkward, and subconsciously look away.