In the early morning, Rock Crab Town had just experienced a drizzle of rain all night, and the cobblestone paths were full of shallow waterlogged puddles. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Because it is past the season of catching rock crabs, there are no hard-working crab fishers on the street, only a few women who go to the beach to wash clothes.

A man of great physique came down the road on a swarthy military horse, he looked to be in his thirties, wearing a long leather coat with ankle-length tails, and rough pieces of hard leather tied to the joints of the shoulders and elbows for armor. What was particularly striking was the strange weapon on his back - this iron guy who I don't know whether to call it a sword or a spear had a long blade and a small blade like a standard two-handed sword, but behind the carved bat lattice was a handle more than a yard long, and the end of the handle was a spine about a palm long. Although the townspeople of Rock Crab often travel back and forth between their hometown and Howling Wind Bay, which is not far to the southwest, and have long been familiar with all kinds of alien and strange knick-knacks, the image of the man still leaves a deep impression on their hearts.

The man walked straight through the town to the seaside government hall, a small wooden building for the mayor's office and residence, and he strode to the door with his horse tied, and pushed it in a rough way.

"Who?, damn it, can't you open the door gently?" the mayor ran down the stairs with a scream, looking at the man. "Who are you, what are you doing here?" asked the mayor.

The man took out the crumpled parchment from his bosom and shook it in front of the mayor, then slapped it on the wooden table for the reception, "My name is Segason, and I saw this on the sign at the intersection on the slope. He tapped the parchment twice.

"Then sit down and talk. The mayor twisted his fat body and struggled to bring two chairs. "Amanda, get some wine!" he shouted in the direction of the kitchen, "tell me about you, what shall I call you, Your Excellency, or is it some other special name?"

"Just call me Segathone. ”

"All right, Segathon. What do you do, mercenary or professional assassin? It doesn't matter, but I've got to make sure I'm not dealing with bandits. ”

"I'm a hunter. Segason replied.

"Forgive my ignorance, hunters I know hide in the grass with bows and arrows and traps, and I have never seen a man ride to a crossroads to tear up a bounty notice. - Amanda, can't you hurry up?"

"Hunter-man. ”

The mayor was confused by Segasong's words, and waved his hand helplessly, "Forget it, tell me what you can kill?"

"My sword—the one I carry on my back—has slashed vampires' heads, pierced werewolves' hearts, and cut orcs and ogres in its back, but most of them have fallen to the wicked. Segason said, stroking the hilt of the sword behind his back.

"By wicked do you mean the thief who spends his days wandering the bazaar, making a living by stealing change from the broken bowls of blind beggars, or the scoundrel who slept three prostitutes in one night at the Sailor's Pride Tavern and refused to pay the bill in the morning on the grounds that the bed was uncomfortable?"

"I'm talking about the cultists who skinned people and wore them on spears as ceremonial decorations. ”

Hearing this, the mayor adjusted his lazy sitting position, leaned over to the table, dragged his chin with his hands on the table, and said, "Please forgive me for my rudeness, Segathon, it's just that your dress reminds me of the Mason Free Mercenary Regiment. ”

"Most of the members of the Mason Liberty Mercenary Regiment are rookies, and few are as professional as I am. ”

"Then let's talk about the bounty!" the mayor raised his clay cup and motioned for Segathon to drink freely, and then gulped it himself, foaming beer all over his beard. "There was a group of infidels who took two children and shouted that they would be sacrificed to the evil gods. Their stronghold was on the slope, there was a long-abandoned lighthouse, and there were many mercenaries to protect it, so I had only a dozen or so guards who couldn't do anything about them. You get the child back, and I'll give you a bounty. ”

"I'm sorry, Mayor Mare. ”

"What? You can't do it?"

"Nope. To put it bluntly, I'm a killer, not a savior. ”

"If you don't think it's worth the risk, I can give you some private compensation—"

"It's not about the bounty. Segason interrupted the mayor and took a sip of his beer and continued, "I know that this town, though it seems that the people live in peace, is not really rich. You see, I'm a reasonable hunter and don't be too demanding on bounties. On the way here, I passed the old lighthouse you mentioned, and I took down two mercenaries who tried to rob me, so it wasn't too difficult for me. But I'm not good at saving people, my sword is wielded for killing, and I can only promise you that the cultists who kidnapped children and their mercenaries won't trouble you again, and I can't guarantee that I'll slaughter the bloodthirsty beast before he cuts the child's throat. ”