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He slowly paced back to his desk, picked up the thick dossier and looked at it, and said to Sean:

"As agreed in the mission briefing, those who complete the mission will be able to choose one of three rewards, starting with the standard fifty gold dragon coins from the Imperial Royal Mint Society. ”

After saying that, the bald head bent down and took out a money bag from the drawer on the desk and threw it in front of Sean with a bang.

"Then there's a speed scroll made by the Calsect Mage's Guild. He turned sideways and searched for a moment from a row of small boxes embedded in the wall, then pulled out a very beautifully bound scroll and carefully placed it on the table.

"Finally, it is a dragon steel two-handed sword made by the casting master of the Dwarven Hammer Clan, you sit down for a while, I'll go and get it, and then you can choose it yourself." With that, he put the file back in the drawer behind the desk, turned and walked out.

As soon as he took a step, Sean stopped him: "Don't bother, I'm not interested in any of them." ”

"Huh?" the bald head turned to face Sean, "don't you like it?"

He thought for a moment, and then continued: "That two-handed sword is very well made, it can be called a masterpiece, and it is made of a top-quality material like dragon steel, I personally recommend that you choose it, it may be helpful for your future career as a hunter." ”

Sean maintained a gentle smile on his face, but his tone of voice was very firm:

"No, sir, I don't want any of that. ”

"And what do you want?" the bald head stared at Sean, as if he was intrigued, but did not notice a trace of confusion flashing in the young man's eyes at this time.

Sean was really confused.

After the words just came out, he couldn't see the question, anger, mockery, and other expressions on his bald face, which he thought he was about to face.

Instead, the burly uncle looked at himself with a very calm, even meaningful look.

He instinctively felt that something was not right, but he couldn't think of what was wrong for the time being, and after thinking quickly in his mind for a while, he decided to go with the original plan:

"I've heard that you have Forbidden Blood here, and I'd like to be able to get it as a reward for your quest. ”

The room fell silent for a moment.

After a long while, the bald head asked coldly, "Young man, do you know what you're talking about?"

Sean was not afraid at all, and still had a gentle smile on his face: "Of course, sir." Although forbidden blood is considered a first-class contraband by the Church, it has been traded on the black market for hundreds of years. Although the quality of your piece here is very high, it is enough to exchange the reward for this quest. ”

The bald head snorted: "You know a lot. ”

It seems that I guessed correctly!

Sean quickly adjusted his facial expression, and said in an extremely reverent tone: "That's because seniors like you have passed on experience and pointed out the direction for us on the road of bravery, and we ......"

The bald head waved his hand: "Don't talk nonsense, I can't be the master of this matter, you wait." With that, he walked out.

A moment later, the door was gently pushed open, and a man walked in.

Sean stood up and took a closer look at the other. I saw that he was wearing a robe with a black background and yellow trim with extremely elaborate fabrics, and a golden mask covering his entire face, but his gray hair and dead wood-like skin on his hands showed that he was an old man.

"Sit down. The masked man said to Sean, his voice old and hoarse, "Tell me, young man, how did you know we had forbidden blood here?"

As soon as Sean saw this posture, he understood that this was the big boss behind the scenes, and whether this trip could achieve its goal or not depended on the attitude of others. So he deliberately adjusted the sitting posture of his upper body, and said very solemnly:

"Although forbidden blood is considered contraband by the Church, it has always been the Church that has profited the most from it in the underground trade. We all know that the church is always doing something like a thief shouting to catch a thief. ”

Sean glanced at the masked man and continued to talk: "So I first bribed a few high-ranking priests in Snow Wolf City to find out the flow of some high-quality forbidden blood. Through the news delivered by a few friends who have been in the underground exchange all the year round, I knew which middlemen had not yet sold the goods, so I found out all the way to you. ”

"And then you spent two months killing the Bone Crusher, just to negotiate terms with me, with a mere fifty golden dragon chips?" the masked man scoffed at Sean's serious nonsense.

"Well, actually, here's the thing. Sean didn't blush after being exposed to the lie, and quickly adjusted his thinking and prepared to continue to make it up.

The masked man stopped Sean's useless struggle with a wave of his hand: "Young man, when I was your age, I was much better at lying than you. ”

Before Sean could refute him, he added: "It's just that your skin is not as thick as yours, now answer my second question, why do you want forbidden blood, you don't look like a mage." ”

Sean had thought of the question before he came, and he replied solemnly, "It's to fulfill my father's last wish." ”

The masked man was stunned for a moment, looked at Sean carefully by the flickering candlelight for a moment, raised a hand and pinched his chin, as if thinking about something. After half a ring, he continued: "Last wish, that means that your father has ......"

"He was killed eight years ago. Sean couldn't help but clench his fists when he said this.

"Eight years ago......" The masked man sighed, leaned back weakly in the wide chair, and muttered to himself, "My son also disappeared eight years ago, and I still don't know his whereabouts." ”

Sean looked at the old man who was already in his old age on the other side, and couldn't help but comfort: "I can understand the pain of losing your loved ones like this, please don't give up hope." ”

The masked man seemed to be still immersed in the pain of his memories and did not answer. After a while, he clapped his hands, a door behind him creaked open, and the bald head walked in with an iron plate.

On the plate, there is a large red crystal.

The masked man waved his hand: "Take it, it's yours." ”

Sean didn't expect the negotiation process to go so smoothly, he stared at the rich and heavy blood on the crystal, and knew that this was the extremely high-quality forbidden blood.

So he stood up, bowed to the masked man and his bald head, picked up the crystal, stuffed it into his bag, and walked out of the room.

After Sean left, the bald head standing next to the masked man with his hands down asked, "Do you need me to follow him?"

The masked man waved his hand, and his voice changed suddenly, still a little old but extremely loud, and he was not hoarse at all:

"No, I'll do it myself. ”

"Are you sure it's him?"

"It's quite possible that the time and the events are right. The masked man stood up and walked to the door, looked at Sean's back and said slowly, "The point is, twenty years ago, I saw this face. ”