"One more drink." Catherine said lazily with one hand on her chin.

"After drinking this cup, there are three more glasses." Wren continued to pour a glass, and the aroma of red wine was overflowing.

Catherine didn't react for a moment: "What? ”

"You're running out of credit." Wren explained lightly.

"Fack! I didn't increase the price during this time? ”

"You've been drinking Crimson Moon of 282 lately, and you're thinking about it, if it weren't for the Farorand or the origin, you wouldn't be able to drink this perfectly tasting wine." Wren explained that it is the year 312 of the sixth year of the natural calendar, and the vintage is still secondary, and the wine is not always the better.

With its pleasant climate and beautiful scenery, it is known as the "Land of Flowers and Fruits", and the year 282 is a beautiful year of the century, when the grapes were very sweet, acidic and flavor-intensive, and the ripeness was perfect.

In fact, except for the rich woman Catherine, almost no one in the bar orders this kind of wine, it's not that Steve and Eisen can't afford to drink it, it's just a little painful, and the income of the transcendents is naturally very high, but they also have a lot of expenses, and there are many people who almost eat dirt.

"Okay, don't drink anymore, I've been financially strapped lately." Catherine was sullen, she was not usually short of money, but at the moment she was seeking to advance, and the related potions and some scarce resources were expensive, like a bottomless pit, no amount of money was a little too much to spend.

She beckoned to Wren, and the two walked out of the bar, where the owner, Baker, watched them leave, and he himself was also at the bar, leading someone into the back room to talk every time someone ordered a drink.

Wren and Catherine walked out of Cross Street and headed to the outskirts, where begonias were planted on both sides of the road, with bright pink semi-double flowers.

The two of them walked to a warehouse with an open door, surrounded by dusty and dilapidated furniture, and it was hard to imagine that this was the branch of the Demon Hunter Society in Bushen City.

"The existence of transcendents is not a big secret, but according to the conventional, they generally do not act with great fanfare." Catherine explained with a smile and led him up the innermost staircase to the second floor, which was renovated.

Several fragrant wood doors are carved with rose patterns, the texture is beautiful, the fragrance is strong and continuous, Catherine directly pushed open the second door on the left in the aisle.

"Ahem! Old goat, are you squeezing the door with your head? Tell you how many times to open the window when you smoke! In the spacious room, where the clouds were shrouded and the visibility was no more than 5 meters, Catherine covered her nose and walked quickly to the window and pushed the window open.

Wren frowned, waited for the smoke to clear up a bit, and then walked in, this is a living room, nearly 100 square meters, marble paving.

To the left are several round guest tables with ceramic drinking glasses on the table and three sofas. In front of the right is a long rectangular table, arranged diagonally, with a long wooden table that forms a triangle with the corners, and behind the long table are two counters, each against two walls.

There was a thin, thin, old man with pinched glasses lying on the table, with a large briar pipe in his mouth, and he was spitting smoke.

"I said, do you have to smoke these bad tobacco? Scholars of the natural school have studied that smoking is harmful to health, and it is said that the lungs dissected by dead smokers are black and slimy. Catherine said with a look of disgust.

"Tsk, is there anything else that scholars don't dare to study?

Little girl, you don't understand, I'm not smoking, I'm lonely, life is full of bitterness and helplessness, I'm chewing on the tenderness and bitterness of life. The old man, nicknamed the old goat, but without a beard, sighed in an aria tone.

"Don't come to this set, do the right thing, I want to recommend newcomers." The tone was impatient, Catherine said unceremoniously.

"Haha, no problem, Catherine, where did you get the stupid bird? Running out of cannon fodder and bait lately? ”

The thin old man sat up from the table, jumped back very flexibly, sat firmly on the chair behind the table, and looked at Wren.

"It's the young eagle, the Awakened, who can not only achieve spiritual energy out of the body, but also ensure the killing effect within 10 meters." Catherine's voice changed slightly, slightly separated from the walls.

She has been struggling for 7 years to have such strength, and now she can only achieve 13 meters of spiritual energy to ensure effective killing.

The old goat's expression was slightly solemn: "Haha, is it?" The potential is good, I have made a note of your referral merits. ”

There are also rewards for recommending potential newcomers, otherwise Catherine would not have wasted a lot of words persuading Wren.

The old goat looked at Wren carefully, took out a booklet with a rose pattern on the cover, held a pen, and asked him, "Name?" ”

"Wren Ackerman."

"Tsk, it's the farmer's name when you hear it." The old man pursed his lips and muttered.

"Orion." Wren corrected himself.

Old goat Yile: "Yo, this is good, the witcher is a hunter, specializing in hunting those demon cubs." ”

"Gender?"

Wren glared at him and didn't speak.

"Yes, male."

"Age?"

"19 years old."

The old goat's cheek twitched, and he pointed to his glasses: "I only wear glasses in order to pretend to be a gentleman, I don't have a degree!" Teenager, in addition to beauties, I think people are very accurate, with your appearance, you are 15 years old! ”

"19, I'm baby-faced." Wren said with an indifferent expression.

"Okay, you have the final say." The old goat was speechless, "Psionic category? ”

"Colorless." Wren opened his eyes and said nonsense.

"Hey, isn't it colorless? A rare type. "The old goat was a little surprised, most people's psionic abilities have special effects, such as Catherine, who has a crimson glow.

After registering all the information, he put away the booklet, first opened the counter on the right, took out a beautifully shaped hunting pistol from it, and placed it on the long table.

The old goat introduced: "Demon hunting pistol type 6, leading the trend of the times, professional headshot for 20 years!" The cubs are terrified!

The latest scientific and technological achievement of the Steam Alliance, the barrel material is Luowen steel (this world material), the barrel length is 34 cm, the total weight is 1.48KG, and it contains psionic energy (Force) array, which can be injected with psionic energy to increase the flight speed of bullets.

It can be disassembled, and when disassembled, it can be divided into four parts: barrel, grip, handguard, and connecting shaft, and any part can be easily put into a pocket.

The steps are also very simple, first remove the screws of the handguard, remove the handguard, take out the connecting shaft, separate the barrel and grip, the structure is simple to the extreme: one barrel, one trigger, one hammer, almost no failure.

After disassembly, the barrel and scope are integrated, even if reassembled there is no problem of accuracy error, and the barrel can be selected arbitrarily, the caliber and length can be replaced as needed, and there are guide rails on the barrel in addition to the mechanical sight, which can be installed with various scopes you like. ”

The old goat pressed the small switch on the butt, pulled out the magazine, and discharged 7 rounds, the bullet with a silvery-white sheen and some runes engraved on it.

"The demon hunting bullet engraved with the holy text (a type of warlock rune) can be infused with spiritual energy to increase the lethality of the bullet, and 21 bullets are provided for free, and it will be charged next time." The old goat said with a smile.

Wren took the demon hunting gun, put away the bullets, and took a sky blue ring from him and put it on his index finger, this is the demon hunting ring, a token, and the warlock runes in each ring are different.

The old goat opened the lower half of the counter on the left again, and inside was a cold weapon: "Is there a need?" Customization to be marked-up. ”

"Let's take the moon blade, the length is about 70 cm, the handle is slightly longer, and the arc is low." Wren spoke, the Moon Blade is the name of the Heavenly Sword of this world.

The old goat rummaged for a moment, and pulled out a demon hunting knife that was extremely sharp, with a thin, thin blade, and a very low curvature, close to the horizontal knife style.

"The Demon Hunter Type 7 long knife, made of holy silver and black yao steel, is tough and durable, and has a spiritual energy array inside, which can effectively import spiritual energy. By the way, those who like this knife are mad dogs. The old goat reached out his withered palm and handed the knife to Wren.

For witchers, mad dogs are a compliment.

Finally, the old goat opened the upper half of the counter on the left, and carefully took out a middle finger-length test tube from it, which contained a golden liquid.

"Welfare, as a natural awakened person can only be treated."

Wren took the test tube, a little hesitant for a moment, he had tried Catherine's Demon Hunting Type 5 long knife before, and he could also use the weapons that contained psionic arrays in this world.

When he runs the breathing method, he will absorb the free psionic particles in the air and convert them into the qi of the stars, and now the fighting qi in his body seems to have the attributes of psionic energy.

Looking at the hesitant Wren, Catherine, who was sitting on the sofa next to her with Erlang's legs crossed, said with a smile: "Caution is a good thing, this is the source of nature, the most widely used first-level potion is purchased from the natural school, the best of the same type, even the holy water of the church is inferior by three points."

If you don't drink it, you can give it to me, and my sister can sleep with you. ”

"Don't worry, it's been used for more than 2,000 years, and if there is really any problem, it will be drunk sooner. As for the seepage, it is simply impossible, even if it is mixed with a little more water, it is impossible to be golden. The old goat explained.

Wren unscrewed the test tube stopper and licked it carefully, his tongue trembling slightly, as if every cell in his body was transmitting a feeling of hunger, and the fighting spirit in his body was also active.

No longer hesitating, he poured it down, well, lemon flavor, and after a while, the cool feeling spread all over the body, followed by a hot pain, when these feelings disappeared, Wren was surprised to find that his strength seemed to have increased a little, and the amount of fighting qi also increased significantly, which was equivalent to a month of cultivation.

His eyes narrowed, good things, he wanted to grab it a little, if there were a large number of "natural sources", it was not a dream to become strong quickly.

"How's that, do you still want it? If you want to, you can do the task, as long as you don't die, you have everything. "The old goat is good at it.

Wren rolled his eyes, he'd heard Steve say that witchers are one of the most casualty classes in the world.