Mu Yan walked out of the shining gold coin, and suddenly smelled a strange smell.

He walked into the alley and saw a puddle of ash scattered on the ground, as if it had been burned.

"Paprika?"

When you look around, you can see that there are a few marks on the wall - this is nothing, after all, the people are simple, and it is normal to have marks on the wall. But other information beyond these traces is masked by a pungent smell.

This kind of behavior is simple and crude, just like the original fingerprints and footprints left at the crime scene, in order to hide his identity, the suspect directly shoveled away the floor and wall skin.

"Shamu, can you tell when these traces were made?"

"There is not enough information to judge."

The database's answer did not surprise him.

"And here's the question, what about Uno?"

He muttered as he walked to Twelfth Street, until he walked into the noisy tavern, and after making no discoveries of it, he realized that he had been released by a pigeon.

"Then I'll have roast pigeon for dinner."

……

Hosty's sewers, i.e. in the working hall of the Grey Hat.

The goblin staff who had received Jerry and the two before were suddenly stunned, and their movements stopped.

"Hey, where's my power of attorney?" The thief in front of him banged on the table dissatisfiedly.

There was no response.

The thief stood up dissatisfied.

"Hey—"

"What a noise!"

The goblin roared loudly in a shrill voice, startling the thief. Although he was dissatisfied, he looked at the burly man holding his arms against the walls on both sides, so he had to sit down.

The goblin himself didn't look good either, beads of sweat on his forehead and his lips trembling slightly. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath, sorted out the power of attorney in his hand and handed it to the thief in front of him, and then took out a sign that read "Suspend work".

"The people in the back will come back tomorrow."

Throwing down this sentence, he didn't care about the people who exploded like a pot, and walked straight into the small door next to him.

Through the small door is a long, narrow hallway that leads to the storage room. There was an illusion wall on the wall of the storage room that led to the secret room, where about four or five goblins, also wearing enchanted monocles, were busy.

This is the place for the noble Grey Hats.

"Where's Your Excellency Greyhat's liaison?" He asked.

"What's the matter, man, what's going on out there?"

A yellow-skinned goblin stood up and looked at him puzzled.

He raised his hand and threw out a bony statue.

It was a skull as white as jade, with a gold coin in its mouth, only now the gold coin had lost its luster, and it was no different from ordinary stone.

The expression on the yellow-skinned goblin's face changed from shock to horror, and he almost lost his feet.

The goblins who were busy around also stopped what they were doing and stood up together.

Everyone understands what that means.

"May his eternal sleep be accompanied by innumerable gold coins."

One person touched his chest with his right hand, bowed slightly, and muttered this sentence in his mouth.

"May he sleep forever......"

Then the deep voices intertwined, like a short elegy.

……

Shining with gold coins, Morabi leaned back on the couch like a puddle of rotten meat.

From the moment Mu Yan left just now, he was uneasy, as if something was about to happen.

"Could it be that the Glazer is back?"

He thought so more than once.

"Since that guy from Gondor said he was fine, then it should be fine, after all, he never failed."

Thinking of this, he remembered the 300,000 gold coins he had given out.

The other party is probably the only person who can make him willing to take out the gold coin, and he is still a little scared when he usually spends a gold coin.

He regretted it for a moment when he thought of the look in Gondor's eyes before he left and his hoarse voice when he said "price".

Seem...... Less?

No, no, no, Moraby, what are you thinking?

He slapped his forehead hard to calm himself down.

Your ambition is to become the richest goblin in Heru, how can you not feel a pain in your flesh when you spend such a large sum of money now? If you lose your devotion to gold coins at this point, what will happen later?

Just as he was comforting himself, the message stone rang.

He flipped out the stone and glanced at the message on it.

"Smack!"

The stone fell on the white marble floor, shattering.

"Gondor...... He's dead? ”

……

As it gets dark, Jerry and Tom emerge exhausted from Mika's House.

Most of the previous commissions of the two of them were tracking and the like, and at most they even traveled for three days and three nights in a row, but it was not as tiring as today.

More than once, Jerry felt that this mechanical and primitive work was a destruction of humanity, and that he would rather face the soul snatcher he had seen during the day than this one.

But Tom felt so good that he was even obsessed with the mint aroma, and if it weren't for Jerry's reminder, he would have been able to stay in the store for one night.

The two closed the door as Mika had instructed and threw the key through the crack under the window.

"Jerry, look how far I threw it! It's all on the opposite wall! ”

Tom shouted excitedly.

"Alright, don't make a fuss."

Jerry couldn't laugh or cry, and just then, his communication stone rang.

"Thieves with a tracking rating of S or higher, Greyhat needs your help, please make sure to get back to the job hall as soon as possible."

On the stone is such a message, the content is very long, and it needs to be projected in the air to see clearly.

"So you didn't get it, I remember you only got an A grade." He looked at Tom.

"That's right," Tom nodded, "so you're going alone this time, I'm going home and trying out a new spice recipe." ”

"What?? You ......" Jerry suspects something is wrong with his ears. He felt as if his companion had opened a door to a new world, and had a tendency to get out of control.

"Don't you think that's what it's made for us!" Tom excitedly said, "Simple food, as long as you add some magical spices, you can have a wonderful taste, which is even more magical than magic." If God has given us an innate sense of smell, why do we have to smell those strange body odors?

"Just as the people of Tallinn cherish their beautiful tails, shouldn't we, as humans, take care of our noses?"

Jerry was dumbfounded, and he found himself powerless to refute.

"So I went back to Jerry, good luck, my dude."

Tom winked at him and ran away.

"This guy ......"

Jerry, who came back to his senses, had to go to the Grey Hat Base Camp alone.

……

When he rushed to the sewers, there were a lot of people gathered here, and several bigwigs who were usually at the forefront of the mission success rate came - the tracking ability of normal thieves or killers is directly proportional to their own strength, for example, those who can track seventh-level mercenaries generally have the ability to assassinate seventh-level warriors or wizards, like him and Tom are really outliers.

I wonder if the legendary Gondor will come, he thought.

The bounty hunter Gondor, the pride of the Grey Hat, heard that even the "Shadow Footsteps" of Port Geoor wanted to recruit him, but several invitations were denied. Even most of the official members of the Grey Hats were unaware of this existence, and he only learned about it by chance.

Seeing that the people were almost there, a yellow-skinned goblin came out of the small door behind the work desk.

Jerry met him once, and he was often standing by when Spike's greenskin assistant came out to make announcements. It seems that Spike still won't show up this time.

He clapped his hands, and the invisible barrier at the entrance of the hall glowed like a substance, and then sealed the door.

"Don't panic, everyone, this time I'm here to issue a special commission."

He explained before everyone erupted: "This time the commission level is S, and you need to cooperate to complete it, and those who provide useful clues can get points equivalent to A-level commissions." ”

"What about the person who completed the commission?" A red-haired thief asked.

Jerry couldn't remember his name, except that his nickname was Blazing Mohican.

The yellow-skinned goblin smiled stiffly.

"If you're really done, you can do whatever you want."

These words caused an uproar in the crowd, and Jerry could feel the temperature around him instantly increase by several degrees.

"Really?" Mohican looked incredulous, is this still a gray hat that picks the door?

Since the arrival of this group of goblins, the tax rate on commissions has been increased twice, and if it weren't for the increase in business by several percent, the gray hats would probably lose a lot of people.

"Your Excellency the Grey Hat never lies." The yellow-skinned goblin smiled, and then put a lot of things on the table.

Orange triangular face towel, short sword, darts, poison bottle, half glitter powder......

The more Jerry looked at it, the more he felt that it looked like a relic of a killer.

While he was thinking wildly, the yellow-skinned goblin spoke again.

"This is left behind by a traitor to the Order, all you have to do is find him." As he spoke, he looked at Mohican. "So do you understand, if you want to come back alive, just accept it when you see it, and come back immediately if you find a clue. Of course, if you're very confident in yourself......" he said, "that's fine, but remember, a corpse with a lost head can't pick up a money bag." ”

"I forgot to mention that this traitor may be no less powerful than Lord Gondor."

The people who were still talking to each other suddenly became as quiet as stagnant water, and their eyes on these things were not as eager as before, but like looking at amulets.

The name of the bounty hunter is like thunder.