Even though the take-off and landing pad of Golden Feather City was not too far from the trade union hall, walking all the way with a heavy giant horn still made Feng Manyun, who had just recovered from his injury, look tired. The cost of commissioning airships and supplies had already cost the hunter most of his income, and after paying the ticket for the return trip and booking a hotel to stay, the young man had no money to hire a short-distance herbivorous dragon. The white-clothed hunter had no choice but to pack the huge monster materials that had been consigned back to the city in a leather bag, carry them behind him along with the bits and pieces, and swagger on the way to the union hall.

The true red horn of the one-horned dragon is half the length of the hunter's body, and a young man in white clothes carries monster materials of the same height on his back, and I don't know how many pedestrians he has received on the road. It's just that the hunter is unaware of the strange gaze around him, and Feng Manyun's whole mind is focused on observing this familiar and unfamiliar town, he looks up at the towering buildings and storefronts on the street, and memories come flooding out of his mind little by little.

Counting up, it has been more than two years since Feng Manyun left Golden Feather City. Ever since he boarded the airship bound for the desert city with the hunting group, the hunter has never returned, as promised. Whether it is to contribute to the stability of the chaos in Locklac, or to avenge the predecessors who fell in Xishu, Feng Manyun has devoted his entire energy to the sea of thundering sand in the past two years. With an average of half a month, the young man crusaded against the commission at an ultra-high frequency, and with an almost 100% commission completion rate, he hunted a full fifty monsters of different ranks in a row. Like a dragon entering the sea and a tiger returning to the mountain, with consistent hunter belief and brutal training in Xishu as the foundation, Feng Manyun's rise seems to be only a matter of time.

As a hunting ground hero officially recognized by the union during the Fengshan Dragon Incident two years ago, Feng Manyun's movements have also gained the attention of the Locklac hunter circle and even the general public. Someone who cares compares the record of the white-clothed hunter with the previous generation of "commission madman", and the total number of commissions of Feng Manyun today is only slightly inferior to that of Harder at his peak, and considering that almost all of the crusade tasks that Feng Manyun receives are of the corresponding level, which are extremely difficult and dangerous, it seems that he has been slightly better than Old Hard.

Finally returned to the hunting ground as he wished, and worked as a lone hunter for two years, but now Feng Manyun is not as happy as he imagined, not only because after two years of combat career, all that was left for him was a huge beast horn on his back and a shining two-star badge on his chest. The dispersion of his companions, the confusion of the road ahead, and the unpredictability of the hunter's world were more clearly revealed to him than ever. The young man squinted his eyes and looked at the dazzling sunlight overhead, a vague pretty silhouette was faintly reflected, Feng Manyun put his hand on the pergola, shook his head to dispel Fang Cai's vision, and found that he was already standing under the union tower.

The white-clothed hunter stopped on the steps, raised his foot and was about to enter the hall, but the corner of his forehead coldly bumped into the hunters who were lining up in front of the door.

"I'm sorry." It was just after noon, and there were especially many hunters who came to deliver the commission, and even though all the windows at the front desk were open, the line was still lined up at the entrance of the hall. Feng Manyun waited on tiptoe for a while, the team showed no sign of moving forward, and the young man looked around boredly, the tip of his nose twitched suddenly, and looked at another street corner on the side of the square.

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"A glass of ale, thank you." Feng Manyun put down the huge cowhide bag and sat down in front of the bar. Afternoons aren't the rush hour for bars, and there's only three or two groups of people sipping quietly in the corners. The exaggerated material that the young man brought with him only provoked them to look sideways, and they each turned their heads.

"Hmm...... Ha! The yellow liquor flowed into his throat, and the young man's mouth and nose were instantly filled with the aroma of wheat. Probably because of the difference in the quality of the wine, the wine from Locklac has a dry and spicy smell of yellow sand, and you can feel the stinging sensation like a knife when you cut through the throat, which is far less soft than the water brewed with the forest stream outside Jinyu City. The crimson moon was brought to this bar by Lu Xiu, and the dragon people originally praised the wine here as a must in Golden Feather City, and Feng Manyun didn't figure out the effectiveness of this sentence until today, two years later.

"Aren't you local?" Looking at the slightly bubbling wine syrup, letting his thoughts drift away at will, a voice suddenly sounded beside the white-clothed hunter. The voice was slightly sharp, not distinguishing between men and women, Feng Manyun looked sideways, and did not see the person who spoke, but found that a chair had been placed next to him at some point, and a huge wine glass was placed on the bar corresponding to the chair, and the wine was slightly red.

Feng Manyun subconsciously turned his body to the other side, and protected the true red corner on the side of the bar with one hand. But I heard a sharp claw gently knock inside through the cowhide bag. The giant horn made a dull sound, and the palm of the flesh touched and touched the bag again, and the owner of the hand raised his head and stared at a pair of dark blue eyes: "Little brother, you really hunted something amazing." ”

With a warm fur that humans don't have, the Ailu clan is not afraid of the cold most of the year. But the hunting cat in front of him was mostly wrapped tightly in his long suit, revealing only a black face and a small white face in the middle. The small body of the orc clan only appeared in front of Feng Manyun's eyes for a moment, and then quickly circled behind the hunter, and sat next to the young man as if no one was there, and the seat he had prepared for himself.

"This is a consignment item that I haven't delivered yet, and I don't like people touching my hunt." Feng Manyun said with an unhappy face, and quietly moved his wine glass a little farther away.

"Take it easy, little brother." Eru grinned, her half-black, half-white ears moving slightly, as if laughing at the contrast between the white-clothed hunter's young face and pretending to be serious, "I'm not going to get into any trouble - this is a bar, isn't this a place to make friends?" Just a little curious about the big guy you carry with you, that size of material is not common. If it scares you, this cup will be my reparation. ”

The white-clothed hunter's face looked better, before the commission was paid, there was not much cash left on his body, Feng Manyun couldn't use the huge red horn to buy dinner to eat, and immediately accepted the stranger's kindness half-pushed and half-on-the-spot, and nodded to allow Ai Lu to sit beside him: "Feng Manyun, from Locklac." ”

"Just call me Meco, do some short-term commissions around here, and occasionally go to the vicinity of the water submersible forest to find some work when the market is bad, I've only been to Locklac once in my life, or before the city's holy pillar was pulled out." Eru shook her head with emotion. Without the white hair and beard as a sign, Feng Manyun couldn't figure out the age of the black cat in front of him, and from the other party's tone, he only said that it was older than himself.

"Can't stand the environment there?" The young man took a big sip of wine, and his Adam's apple trembled up and down a few times.

"No, I like the sunshine of Sand City, but that time I lost all my money, and I almost couldn't afford to buy a ticket back to Golden Feather City, and it seems that I will never set foot in the desert again for the rest of my life." Mei Ke looked back on the past in an unbearable tone, "Is this a cross-district commission?" It's really hard to be young. ”

"No, I'm just coming to Golden Feather City to meet some companions." Feng Manyun shook the wooden cup slightly.

"That's it." Ai Lu clapped her hands like this, and her eyes swept over the giant horn next to the young man's seat, intentionally or unintentionally, "There shouldn't be any similar monsters around Golden Feather City...... Wait, so you're alone? ”

"Hmm." Feng Manyun replied briskly.

"Impossible!" The orc stood up and exclaimed, his gaze unabashedly cast on the monster's horns, "How old are you, twenty years old at most, as a two-star hunter, you are young enough, how can you hunt a monster of this level." ”

"I was just eighteen years old the other day." Under the wine, Feng Manyun also showed a little smugness, "Just think it's my luck." ”

"Luck is not bad." Mei Ke muttered, reached into the bulging cloth bag around his waist with his backhand, took out a few crumpled tender red leaves, put them on the tip of his nose and sniffed deeply, and stretched out to Feng Manyun's eyes like a treasure, "Would you like some Mu Tianli?" ”

"No, forget it." The young man waved his hand. The Eru are much more resistant to alcohol than humans, and the leaves can make orcs get drunk faster than drinking, but they have little effect on humans. The white-clothed hunter tried it once, but he didn't feel anything but a strong bitter taste.

"It's a shame." The black-haired kitten didn't care, and soaked the leaves into his wine glass, and the wine turned a little redder to the naked eye, "But your head of the regiment is really confident in you, and you can rest assured that you can do this difficult task yourself." ”

Only hunters with more than three stars can accept commissions as individuals and independent squads, and the low-level hunters below them must be attached to the name of a certain hunting group. Even if Feng Manyun is far away in Locklac, every time he receives a commission, he has to use the name of the small hunting group.

"The head of the regiment is a girl, right?" Mei Ke put down his glass, his cheeks flushed and said slyly, "My suggestion is that this large material seems to be exchanged for a lot of gold coins, and it is better to keep some to buy small gifts for the head of the regiment, than to exchange them for stones and recovery potions after confiscation - trust me, she will understand your intentions." ”

"Poof......" The young man was about to take a sip of wine, but he choked on the second half of Elu's words. He wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth in embarrassment, shook his head again and again, and said, "It's not what you think." ”

"But you'll have to sell it anyway, right?" Eru pointed to the giant horn in the cowhide bag.

The True Red Horn is the most valuable material on the horned dragon, a sign that the hunter has obtained the certificate of heroism, and the young man in white has no intention of selling it from the beginning. The hunters traveled thousands of miles to return to Golden Feather Castle with the intention of using it as proof of commission, and temporarily depositing it with the guild, so that they could find a suitable craftsman, or rather, scrape together enough gold coins for accessories and crafts, and use it to craft a weapon for their own use. Feng Manyun opened his mouth to explain, but swallowed back his words when he met Ailu's blue eyes in front of him.

"Yes, if you want to replenish a batch of hunting equipment, you have to make up enough for the contract money for the next commission...... To be honest, I don't really have a lot of money right now. The hunter drank the wine from his glass in chagrin, "I'll go back to the hall later and see what price the guild will give me." ”

"That's not going to work." Ai Lu raised her hand and suppressed the young man's words, "I guess the union hall is overcrowded right now, right?" ”

"Hmm...... Well. Feng Manyun nodded, "I don't know why, the people who delivered the commission kept lining up outside the hall, and I waited for twenty minutes, and I didn't even enter the hall door." ”

"It's a shame...... But this time, I'm afraid your luck is coming to an end. Mei Ke pretended to be sorry and said, but there was a subtle gleam in his eyes, "It's not the right time for you to come back." ”

After the loss of the volcanic hunting grounds, Scarlet's freelance hunters moved westward. At that time, Locklac had just survived the catastrophe, and the Thundering Sand Sea had absorbed a large number of free hunters who had nowhere to return, but the two-year recovery period was about to pass, and Sand City no longer needed so many emergency personnel, and the remaining hunters began to look for other places to make a living.

"In time for the hunting season, the union hall will not even leave the commission to pick dragon sprouts until the next morning, and the purchase price of monster materials has dropped again and again. If you make a move at this time, it is still a trivial matter to queue up until tomorrow afternoon, but the price is discounted by the union, and I am afraid that you will not even be able to recover the cost. ”

"Is it that serious?" Feng Manyun said in disbelief, "Why do you all want to stay in Scarlet?" If you don't have a high income, wouldn't it be better to go to another country? ”

"There is a union headquarters to suppress it, and only the hunters of Scarlet are the freest, which is why they are reluctant to leave." Mei Ke sighed, "It's a shame that you still carried it all the way here, and you should have to pay for your commission this time." ”

"What can I do?" The young man in white stroked his hunting fruit, and showed a regretful expression just right.

"In time for the hunting season, the union hall will not even leave the commission to pick dragon sprouts until the next morning, and the purchase price of monster materials has dropped again and again. If you make a move at this time, it is still a trivial matter to queue up until tomorrow afternoon, but the price is discounted by the union, and I am afraid that you will not even be able to recover the cost. ”

"Is it that serious?" Feng Manyun said in disbelief, "Why do you all want to stay in Scarlet?" If you don't have a high income, wouldn't it be better to go to another country? ”

"There is a union headquarters to suppress it, and only the hunters of Scarlet are the freest, which is why they are reluctant to leave." Mei Ke sighed, "It's a shame that you still carried it all the way here, and you should have to pay for your commission this time." ”

"What can I do?" The young man in white stroked his hunting fruit, and showed a regretful expression just right.