"Your message has been entered, and within two weeks, the telegram will pass your information to each branch, and you can hand over tasks at any branch.

According to the regulations, the loot you get from the demon hunt should be sold to the guild first, and the price will be lower, but it will be credited as meritorious, given your current strength, you are now a second-order white hunter......" The old goat told Wren many precautions.

The scholars of the natural school are divided into five transcendent levels, namely, beginner, elite, expert, master, and sage, and of course, this title has a distinctly scholarly style.

There are other names, but they are generally a system, and the so-called hierarchy is not just a difference in numbers.

Scholars have studied and tested a large number of transcendents of different professions, and each rank has its own distinct characteristics, at least the first rank is stronger than the next in terms of life level and strength performance.

The Witcher's Guild has two transcendent classes, the Witcher and the Warlock, not that there are no other classes, but these two are the mainstream.

Among them, the five orders of the Demon Hunter are the Trainee Hunter, the White Hunter, the Black Hunter, and the Demon Hunter Master, and the title of the Demon Hunter.

Wren has a good strength, the aura of the stars is very powerful, and he meets the standard of a black hunter, however, he does not have any merit points of the association, in principle, to be promoted from a trainee hunter to a white hunter, he must successfully complete 5 hunting missions, and there are also requirements for hard power, which must meet the minimum standard.

And to become a Black Hunter, you must complete 15 missions, which also requires strength.

Of course, although Wren directly became a White Hunter, he had a record of 0, and in order to be promoted to Black Hunter, he had to accumulate the number of tasks from scratch.

"Rank" represents your own strength, "bit" represents your current position, Wren belongs to the third-order transcendent (black hunter) in terms of strength, but he is a newcomer, has no meritorious achievements, and only has a second-order status (white hunter) in the Demon Hunter Association.

The three demon hunting equipment of pistol, knife, and ring are not free, and Wren already owes the association 100 gold coins, which is still half of the discount as a "born awakener", and Wren does not need to start strengthening from the base (first order).

Otherwise, the cost is far from being affordable for ordinary people, and a middle-class family's annual income minus expenses is less than 100 gold coins!

"Old goat, give me a task, I'll take the little milk dog to the trial." Catherine spoke up.

The new hunter is called the little milk dog, and usually the newcomer will learn from an old hunter on his first mission.

"No problem." The old goat handed her a couple of sheets of report paper.

Catherine read carefully for a while, and frowned: "This is so abnormal, the first time the wraith appeared, killed a person?" ”

"That's right, it's really rare, and it's not easy to deal with, the Dale Portrait Gallery is all some precious famous paintings, it is impossible to destroy them all, as for the closure of the museum? Joseph's greedy and stubborn fellow wouldn't agree. The old goat shook his head.

"The priests of the Church of Light haven't been able to find anything wrong?"

"No, Father Jemini didn't sense anything unusual. He persuaded Joseph to close the museum, but as you know, as long as there are enough profits, there is nothing that the capitalists dare not do. ”

Catherine groaned for a moment, as an experienced black hunter, she was keenly aware that something was out of the ordinary.

"You take it and take a look, and after reading it, go to the next door to check the relevant materials, I hope that when I ask questions, you have already figured out the situation." Catherine handed the draft of the mission to Wren and commanded.

After receiving the mission report, Wren looked at it with full attention, no matter what his strength was, he currently had zero experience in hunting demons, and it was better to learn with an open mind.

The old goat nodded when he saw this, he had seen many so-called "geniuses", most of whom had died.

Many young people think that they are good, but they do not know that there are many ways to kill a person.

Mission Report 27: In the last three months, six people have died unnatural deaths, suspected to have been victimized by resentful spirits, all of whom have in common been to the Dale Gallery within three days prior to their deaths. Joseph, the owner of the hall, suppressed the incident and turned to the 7th game and the Church of Light in the city, but the problem was not resolved......

frowned, this was Wren's knowledge blind spot, he didn't ask anything for the time being, and without saying a word, he ran to the next door data room to find relevant literature.

The reference room was large, 100 square meters, empty and filled with bookshelves, and he rummaged for a while and pulled out a book from a row of shelves.

The title of the book, "A Study of Evil Spirits", he turned the cover:

After death, if a person's obsession persists or resents are deep, there is a small probability that a "spirit" will be generated, which can ignore ordinary physical attacks, fear sunlight, and cannot go too far from the sustenance.

Its behavior is relatively rigid, its wisdom is not high, it can affect the perception of ordinary people, make them hallucinate, and absorb people's spiritual power through this method, which is generally not fatal.

The resentful spirit is easy to deal with, the attack of the transcendent with spiritual energy can effectively kill it, and the resentful spirit without a physical body is easily dissipated directly by the attack of spiritual energy, even if it is an ordinary person, if it finds its sustenance, it can be burned directly.

But if you let it continue to grow, it will become an evil spirit or even a fierce spirit......

An hour later, digging through some more information, Wren finally understood the strangeness of this matter.

Wren pushed the door in, nodded at Catherine, the two of them were not dragging mud and water, and were about to set off, when the old goat saw this, he said a few words: "Newcomer, you are a hunter, you should know that the relationship between hunters and prey is mutually transformative, and being cautious and going all out can make you live longer." ”

"Thanks for the advice."

The two went downstairs directly and walked towards the old commercial street of Bushencheng, which was lined with some ancient buildings, and the overall style was tall and thin, with an obvious Gothic style.

Located in the middle of the old town, the Dell's Portrait Gallery replaces the Romanesque semicircular arches with pointed arches, and the weight and extension of the building are concentrated on the stone columns and arches.

Exterior has many towering minarets, larger walls, larger windows, and motifs of stained glass.

The inner columns are thinner and more well-lit, and there are many vivid reliefs and stone carvings in front of the door.

Originally a deserted church, it was bought by Joseph Mercott and renovated into a portrait gallery.

"Joseph was a shrewd businessman in his youth, and when he became obsessed with art, he spent a lot of money on famous paintings from the Quaternary 'holy war' period.

Admission to the gallery was secondary, and Joseph would occasionally hold art salons in the back garden, and he was generous, sometimes giving famous paintings directly to the aristocracy, and occasionally giving to some talented young artists. Catherine stood in front of the portrait gallery and introduced some information about the owner to Wren.

Wren raised his eyebrows and smiled playfully: "He's a businessman, he shouldn't be trading at a loss, right?" ”

Catherine nodded: "To put it bluntly, indulging in art is fake, making friends with nobles and accumulating contacts for his son's career is his goal." ”

"He played a good hand, but God didn't seem to favor him."

The Kingdom of Farolan is known as the "Land of Flowers", while the city of Bushen is the "Capital of Art", and there are some troubadours and street painters everywhere along the commercial streets here, and there is a strong artistic atmosphere.

Influenced by this, the local aristocracy and even the common people were keen on art, and they had a high taste and a discerning eye.

The two men explained the situation to a doorman and were soon received by Joseph.

In the back garden of the portrait museum, rockery fountains, shrubs and flowers adopt a mixed layout, which is neat and elegant, and quite stylish.

A trellises in one corner of the garden were overgrown with wisteria, and old Joseph sat at a round stone table, with a sad face and a gloomy look in his eyes.

"Two distinguished guests, please be seated." Politely inviting the two to sit down, Joseph lifted the ceramic teapot and poured a cup of black tea for the two.

"Closing the portrait gallery is the best way, no one can cling to, and the resentful spirit cannot leave the sustenance for too long." Wren gets straight to the point.

"This can't be done, if the art salon is canceled, the nobles will be unhappy." Joseph's face tightened, and his wrinkles folded.

"If they knew you had that kind of, they wouldn't have come." Wren said lightly.

"That's exactly why I'm asking you, my son has been taken by a certain noble lady, and he must not give up now!" Joseph looked determined.

"Don't be carried away by interests, only 6 civilians died this time, if a nobleman dies, or they know that you are hiding from them, you know the consequences.

Of course, you can also burn all the paintings and replace them with new ones. Wren said unceremoniously.

Joseph's cheeks twitched, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help but shout, "I know, maybe you think I'm a greedy bastard!" Snobbs who don't care about other people's lives or deaths!

But how can you, the transcendent beings who are high above, understand how much effort I put into it when I started from scratch! How many rolls of the eyes were dumped!

Just because I'm a pariah and have no background! So no matter how hard I try, I can only hover in front of the threshold of high society!

All I'm doing now is paving the way for my son! I tried my best, closed the gallery, burned all the famous paintings, who will compensate me for the loss? I've worked hard for most of my life! ”

Joseph's hair was gray, and his weather-beaten face was covered with tears, and Wren was silent when he saw this.

Catherine took a sip of black tea: "If you believe us, give us three days, you tell the outside world that the roof is leaking and needs to be repaired, and the museum is closed for three days, and we will help you solve the problem." ”

Joseph hesitated: "What are you going to do?" Father Jemini couldn't find any picture that was wrong. ”

Wraiths need sustenance, most likely portraits.

"You don't need to worry about this, just prepare the honorarium." The corners of Catherine's mouth curved and she smiled confidently.

"Okay, just three days." Joseph agreed, and he couldn't resist the pressure anymore, so he could only trust the two witchers.

Wren and Catherine glanced at each other, and it was done, one singing red face and the other singing white face, and the effect was very good.