Chapter 032: The Pretender

The next day, early in the morning. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The rising sun showed a small corner, reflecting the morning glow, like molten steel just poured out of the blast furnace, shining brightly.

By this time, the wide streets were bustling with people, most of whom were small vendors who had come into the city to set up stalls, laborers in coarse linen clothes, or poor peasants who had gone to the fields to cultivate the land.

Wiggins, Merck, Mocha, and Niza swaggered out of the hotel where they were staying, carrying a package of clothes.

"Will they be able to take the bait?" asked Mo Cha, who was looking around, with a worried expression. "Will they sneak up on us from behind?"

"Tea, can you be honest," Wiggins reminded in a low voice. "You're looking around like this to get their attention. ”

"Don't worry, Wiggins and I will protect you. Merck said on the side. "Whether these bounty hunters take the bait or not, we're going to get out of here today. ”

"Let's hope they don't show up so we can leave Dehrim City unharmed. Mo Cha was a little flustered, and without waiting for the other party to speak, he said again. "Will they follow us out of town?"

"Don't worry, they'll show up. Merck assured him.

As soon as he heard this, Mo Cha's heart became even more panicked. With an exploratory, fearful gaze, he looked at the crowd around him, waiting for the bounty hunter to appear in front of him at any moment.

"Do you know where the name Bounty Hunter came from?" the bard's gaze fell on Mo Cha.

"I've heard that everything from the simplest treasure hunt commissions to law-breaking assassinations can be covered by the work of bounty hunters. ”

He didn't understand why the bard was asking this question at this time, but he recounted what he had heard from the tavern.

"That's all right, but it's not the point. Niza corrected. "The so-called bounty hunter is the one who only completes the employer's task and receives the bounty from the employer. ”

"Bounty hunters will hunt down their employer's prey mercilessly, and they will do whatever it takes to catch it—" said Niza, after a pause. "- Live or die. ”

Bounty hunters were originally a very old profession. Legend has it that they were responsible for apprehending fugitive criminals, living on huge bounties and being loved by most civilians.

But as time went on, the Bounty Hunter organization became a mixed bag. In order to survive, these self-righteous hunters begin to accept any form of bounty from their employers.

"Oh, damn it," Teatea cursed. "Then we're in big trouble!" his voice was as nervous as ever.

"Don't get excited, buddy," Wiggins said his usual smile. "Who caused the trouble that shouldn't be caused, it's too early to make a conclusion!"

Wiggins' sly but confident smile flashed, which made Mo Cha's heart feel somewhat reassured.

Merck suddenly snapped into a remark, "Who do you say is more dangerous between bounty hunters or assassins?" he said after a pause. "Or are they just the ones who go all the way?"

"Is there a more terrible enemy than 'the night'?" Wiggins said. "In some respects they do have something in common, but if you want to group bounty hunters with Assassins, they are a little different. ”

"What's the difference?" Merck asked. An enemy more terrible than night?Merck thought to herself. Then there are only legendary demons.

"Bounty hunters are mostly tasked with hunting down criminals, or exterminating pirates and bandits, while Assassins are night killers who focus on assassination. ”

Wiggins felt as if he was missing something, adding, "Of course, these bounty hunters often play assassination roles as Assassins, but the only flaw is that they don't have the same assassination skills as Assassins. ”

To the west of the inn, five bounty hunters dressed as civilians lurk like ghosts on the outer walls of the hotel.

After a few breaths, the five figures quietly dispersed, and then hid in the alleys around the hotel, hiding their figures.

Among them, two patrolling groups of city guards crossed over their hiding places, and no trace of them was found.

Unbeknownst to them, however, at the top of a tower across the street from the inn, an eye was staring at them.

The moment the five figures appeared, Manid locked on to them, taking in their every move through a telescope purchased at a high price from a Vigia vendor.

"As expected. Manid muttered to himself as he looked at the figure on the other end of the telescope. "You guys, you guys, you can't wait!"

The young Kradus asked, "Shall we quietly follow now?"

Manid thought for a moment, then shook his finger. "We haven't figured out how many of them there are yet, and it's not too late for us to catch up when they're out of town. ”

After the bounty hunters disguised as civilians dispersed, Manid shifted his telescope to his companions as they walked towards the western gate.

As long as Manid watched Wiggins and them from time to time, he could spot the bounty hunters who followed their prey in the crowd around him.

A figure wearing a coarse cloth tunic and a pair of hard cowhide boots on the soles of his feet, and a black black-hatted hat was the sixth disguised bounty hunter Manid had found.

The other looked a little hunchbacked, but his walking pace was unusually vigorous, following Wiggins and the others in front of him. Based on this alone, Manid confirms that it is the seventh.

The arrival of the last pretender was a little surprising, even surprising, to Manid. Or maybe she didn't disguise it at all, but kept following Wiggins and them.

The girl was masked, dressed in a leather-tight outfit that showed off her sexy figure, two short swords hung from the buckle at her waist, and the bounty hunter's mark was clearly engraved on her thin white right arm.

If it weren't for the masked girl's hunter outfit revealing her identity and keeping a constant distance from Wiggins, Manid would not have suspected that she was the eighth bounty hunter.

Wiggins: They were now at the gates of the city, and Manid saw through the binoculars that Mocha was handing over a few copper coins to the soldiers guarding the gates to pay for the taxes to leave the city.

In Decherim, the tax on leaving the city is much less than the duty on entering the city, and only one copper coin is enough.

Originally, there was no need to pay taxes when leaving the city, and it was just for these soldiers guarding the city gate to spend some money on drinking, but they did not dare to collect more money from the civilians and traders who went out of the city unscrupulously.

Manid was both envious and jealous of these nobles with large tracts of fertile land and towering fortified castles, who could easily sentence a man to death with just one excuse.

Even if I were a wealthy businessman, I would never be able to match the status of those nobles who prided themselves on their nobility. What's more, I've become a mercenary at the moment. Manid laughed at himself inwardly.

Kradus looked at the disappearing figure under the gate of the West City and said, "Manid, they are already out of the city?"

Manid's thoughts were tugged back by the thick voice of Karadus. "Then let's keep up as soon as we can! Don't let Wiggins and them get hacked. (To be continued.) )