There were rows of wine cans piled up in one corner of the underground warehouse of the Hall of Shingrums, so many that Tarrant suspected that this was a wine cellar, "Sir, are the security forces going to have a drinking party?"

"These are smuggled liquor seized from the falcon's underground docks," Carrod pointed to the top row, "Kamejia Dumu this year's production is very low, almost exclusively for the rich merchants' drinking clubs, and below is the Blue Star wine, produced by Harondi."

"I don't mean to belittle the vigilantes, who, as far as I know, have rarely benefited from falcons before."

"Yes, they have the most secret underground smuggling routes, but recently someone has told us that the stolen goods are from the falcon stronghold that was exposed", Carrod bent down, "Their internal feud makes the life of the vigilantes a lot easier."

Tarrant also bent down, a choking scent, "Internal strife?" The Santre Falcon has just undergone a member purge, Patrick will definitely strengthen his control, there is no reason for a second civil strife in the near future, even if there is a third force, he will not choose to be exposed immediately, Fredrica is nearby, it is impossible, it is someone other than the Falcon.

Carold picked up one of the cans, "I'm sorry when you say that the reward you want is only dragon wine, this can probably make up for it a little, Donalons's dragon wine, which produces no more than a hundred cans a year, is strong enough to make you vomit out the breakfast the day before yesterday, drink it carefully."

"Liquid gold, you have to think about how much it's worth every sip", Tarrant didn't accept the reward, "Since it's a confiscated stolen goods, it should already belong to Siant."

"The sheriff says this belongs to you", Carold pushes him.

"Thank you for me, the vigilantes and Siant," Tarrant took the jug.

"Use this," Carol said, untying the spirit pattern pouch from his belt, "It's not as powerful as the one your father left you, but it can still hold some emergency supplies."

"Thank you very much", Tarrant didn't refuse, he really needed a spirit bag.

"Siante will definitely give you a more specific reward after this crisis is over", the two of them walked up the stairs.

"I've got my reward," Tarrant patted the Spirit Bag. I'm not a bounty hunter."

"What do you think of the last time I mentioned Jianyì?" Carrod stops.

Tarrant walked past him, "I'd like to put an end to the troubles of the Ancient Wizarding Guild before considering this."

"I understand your concerns, you are worried that there is no room to play here, but now that you already know about the Holy Aegis, I can give you a better position and let your strengths and beliefs be implemented."

Tarrant turned, "The Hunting Department of the Security Army?"

"Our hunting department is in charge of security, and we are both heroes to the populace and glory to Siant."

The mention of the Hunting Department reminds Tarrant of Evie, will he be like that..."How many members of the Hunting Department are there in Stant City?"

"It's a sensitive subject, even within the security forces is top secret, and there is almost no contact between the strongholds."

Tarantt nodded, "I'll give you an answer when the bet is over."

Carold held out his hand. I'm ready to report the results of the meeting and see you next time."

The two shook hands like friends and said goodbye, "See you next time."

As he walked out of the Hall of Truth, Tarrant deliberately glanced back at the Serenso Badge, he was now a soldier without a belonging, lacking direction, and Carrod's construction was very timely.In addition, as an adventurer with nothing, Tarrant had to find a new identity, otherwise his proposal to Catalina would make the others laugh, becoming a vigilante officer would make the proposal more realistic, and if he joined the hunting department, he would lose his public status...... Do you want to become a security officer...... Tarrant looked at the soldiers standing guard in the distance, their work was like a piece of wood, and when the crisis happened, they couldn't do anything.

Along the way, Tarrant hesitated about the future path, perhaps the Royal Guard was a better opportunity, he knew the new captain of the Royal Guard, and had the help of the two senior officers, Malcoln and Hammond, but ...... Tarrant was subconsciously scared, afraid to return to his father's territory.

Is there any other option?Shelter the Light?Tarrant has left the organization, their motives are not pure enough, almost an affiliated organization working for the Empire, Tarrant sighed and walked into the hotel.

Katrina lay on the bed, her cheeks still crimson, "How is she?" Tarrant asked.

"I think she'll sleep until sunrise tomorrow", says Kira Veton, lying in the bathtub, hot steam coating a white film on the mirror.

Tarrant unbuttoned Katrina's neckline, the infection recurred, and the veins changed color again, "Hope this can help her", he opened the jug, "Honey, wake up."

"What's that?" Kira Veton's keen sense of smell caused her to jump out of the tub and splash the water, "Perfect scent."

Katrina opened her eyes slightly, "What's wrong?"

"Drink this", Tarrant helped the mage up, "Donalons' dragon wine, the strongest drink in the Redstone Continent, will surely heal completely."

"I'm dizzy", Katrina rubbed her eyes vigorously, the roof turning, and she was still unconscious when she gulped in the wine.

Kira Veton stared at the jar, "Hey, keep some of it, where did you get it?"

"The falcon has been out of luck lately", Tarrant put Catrina back to sleep, "the vigilantes have seized a lot of top wine", he raised his head and took a big sip, the flames ignited from the tip of his tongue, and the violent stimulation made his throat rise with a moving lump, "cough!" he pressed his throat, "cough!"

"Beware! a drop is blasphemy against God," said Kira Veton, snatching the jug, "I love this darling."

Tarrant held on to the bed frame and knelt on the ground, "Ahem!" The suffocation made his ears roar, and he couldn't breathe!

"You should get some more", Kira Veton took a small sip, "what a wonderful taste, divine grace and protection cannot be compared!"

Tarrant fell to the ground completely, unable to make a sound in his throat, his vision disappeared, he grabbed the priest's feet, hoping to get some help, and his consciousness separated in the dark.

"Let go", the priest took a step back.

"Ahem!" Tarrant coughed up almost all the qi in his body, and a purple mass erupted from his mouth, "Whew-" The feeling of breathing again was so good, and the swelling and pain of the trachea gradually restored consciousness.

"The hotel will make you pay for the floor", Kira Veton lay down on the bed, "it's perfect", she took a sip, "Perfect, I'm about to cry!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"Damn! quiet", Tarrant was dizzy, as if he had been hit by some kind of mental spell and lost support, all his senses were left with vision, he saw that he touched the ground, but the bed did not feel, after a while he lay on the other side of the bed, numb, unable to speak, even thinking stagnant.

"Are you awake?" A man's voice.

Tarrant rubbed his eyes vigorously, he couldn't remember what had happened, the room was dimly lit, it was already evening, and the man was standing at the window, all in shadow.

"I really don't want to disturb your entertainment at this moment, but it's urgent, I'm sorry", the man walked towards the bed.

"Ahem!" Tarrant patted his chest and squinted at the other, "Why are you here?"

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