Atanor's commercial and trade hub, the district of Gatesneuin.

Even in the evening, it is full of streams.

Wearing a wide hat and holding a Siamese cat in his arms, Lan Chen walked along the extremely wide road with the flow of people.

The road is smooth and tidy, and can accommodate twenty unicorns to travel together, so the streets are not crowded.

At the same time, because it is the national capital, there are all kinds of people here, some dressed as rangers, some as missionaries, and some covered in black robes.

On both sides of the road, there are restaurants, shops, inns, banks, and auction houses.

Because it was evening, everywhere it was, a magical lamp called the Purley lamp began to light up, some kind of "gadget" created by the alchemist.

Puli lamps can shine at night without any need for fuel. Moreover, the price is very low, and it is the mainstream lighting method for ordinary people.

Of course, there are also expensive Puli lamps, and they will have more brilliant colors, and the illumination time will be longer, the longest, and can shine for the whole winter.

Soon, night falls, and the bustling streets become colorful under all kinds of lights.

Following these flowing halos, Lan Chen did not go to the Golden Bottle Auction House, but walked to a secluded hotel.

Janis Inn.

He's here to hand in the mission—the one to find the cat.

In his previous life, Blue Dust had a 100% task completion rate, and under habit, he naturally did not leave a stain on giving up the task, even if the value of the task was so low that it could be ignored.

Anyway, the auction time of the Golden Bottle Auction House has not yet arrived, so Lan Chen has done this task easily.

What's more, just looking for a cat, Lan Chen used a faint spiritual power like a drop of water to release a primary spiritual technique, and caught that little thing.

Although Lan Chen's body squeezed out a little bit of spiritual power, it was still "culled" from the mouth of the holy object, but it was enough.

The matter is so simple that it can be summed up in one sentence.

Lan Chen was not interested in mentioning more.

Stroking the cat in his arms, Blue Dust walked into the Yanis Hotel and found that there were no customers in the lobby of the hotel, and a woman with long crimson hair sat at the counter.

The woman sat casually in a high chair, with two slender legs folded, holding a book in her left hand and a purple cigarette in her right hand, and while reading a book, she did not forget to spit out a slender wisp of smoke in her mouth.

This woman is very tasteful, she looks to be in her twenties, and her beauty and charm, with the discerning eye of Blue Dust, can be regarded as one in a million, even in Atano.

She should be the proprietress of this hotel, I heard that it is her name.

can use the name as the biggest advertisement, which shows the confidence of the woman in front of her in appearance.

Blue Dust walked towards the counter, and the cat in his arms barked twice.

The proprietress immediately looked at the cat in Lan Chen's arms.

"It turns out that you little naughty person came back and disappeared for two whole days, so you don't come to my sister soon."

The proprietress put down the book, caught the Siamese cat that jumped from Lan Chen's arms, and rubbed the cat's head dotingly, causing the cat to make an unpleasant "purr" sound.

"Boss, I've completed the task, you can give me the remuneration and the task power of attorney."

Lan Chen leaned against the counter and said lightly.

One of the rules of the Hunter's Guild is that when an employer issues a task, he will sign a mission contract, and after paying a certain percentage of the handling fee, he will get a task entrustment letter.

When a hunter completes a task, they need to take the task order back from the employer and hand it over to the guild so that the guild can revoke the completed task.

The proprietress who stroked the cat glanced at the guy in front of her who was wearing a wide hat, although she couldn't see her face, but she knew by listening to the voice that he was a good young man.

"I didn't expect the hunter this time to be a handsome guy, sister has to thank you."

The proprietress hid her laughter twice, and then happily took out a gold coin from the counter, plus a dark green parchment, and handed it to Lan Chen.

"No, the things are for you, but you have to put them away."

Taking the thing over, Lan Chen picked up the shiny gold coin with his fingers, feeling the coldness.

The eternal setting of "The Sacred Tower" is that one gold coin can be exchanged for ten silver coins, and one silver coin can be exchanged for ten copper coins.

Atanno is paid about fifty to one hundred copper coins for a day's work.

Speaking of which, the reward for D-class tasks in the Hunters' Guild, such as finding cats, is equivalent to the harvest of a day's hard work for ordinary people.

It can be seen that the gap between the spiritualist and the ordinary person has been widened from the very end.

Otherwise, the wealthy area of Atano would not be basically full of psychics.

This made Lan Chen have to wonder about the 10 billion gold coins he lost out of thin air, which became a wealth that even the Holy Spirit Sorcerer would be painful for.

Shaking his head and suppressing his superfluous thoughts, Lan Chen put the gold coins and the task entrustment letter in his pocket, and planned to leave.

But at this time, Lan Chen glanced at it by chance, and his pupils immediately constricted.

It was the book that the proprietress had placed on the counter, and the book was closed, and the cover was revealed, with an ancient, mystical pattern printed on it.

But it's not just that the pattern is ancient, the whole book is actually very old, and it doesn't use paper, it looks like the skin of some kind of creature.

Lan Chen, who was extremely knowledgeable, knew that it was a human skin, or the human skin of a powerful spiritual magician.

So what is recorded in this book......

"Interesting ......"

Lan Chen couldn't help but be a little interested, and secretly looked at the proprietress again.

The proprietress was pouring a bottle of milk into the saucer, and the two-tailed Siamese cat was licking the milk slowly with her tongue.

It was a normal picture, but Lan Chen suddenly felt that this hotel had a big problem.

But it had nothing to do with him, and he had no reason to cause some unnecessary trouble.

Finally, Lan Chen took a deep look at the old leather book, lowered the brim of his hat, and walked out of the Yanis Hotel.

And not long after he left, in the silent lobby of the inn, the two-tailed Siamese cat actually spoke.

"Lily, have you noticed, that little ghost, it doesn't seem to be easy."

The proprietress Yanis said "huh", then squatted down, touched the cat's head, and smiled.

"Where is it not simple? Isn't it just a trainee psychic? I could roughly feel that the spiritual power in his body was as weak as a candle in the wind. This makes me wonder, how weak is he? It doesn't look like a normal trainee psychic anymore. ”

"But you're wrong, that little ghost isn't exactly like that." The Siamese shook its head, avoiding Janis's petting, then jumped onto the counter and added.

"This guy found me this afternoon, and he was surprisingly clever enough to even be unheard of."

"Huh? Even Mr. Luo said that......" Janis had a slightly curious look on her face, "Looks like I can hear some interesting stories." ”

"Most of the things I've been through have been interesting, but this time, I don't need to tell you."

The Siamese cat named Mr. Luo shook her head and rejected Janis very coldly.

In the world of cats, "rejection" is an instinct of them, whether it is an intimate touch or a superfluous problem of a beautiful woman.

"What! Mr. Luo, you want to 'rebel'? I'm your sister! ”

Janis feigned anger and pointed at Mr. Law's briquette-black nose with a slender finger.

"Lily! Don't go too far, don't forget, you're more than ten years younger than me. ”

Mr. Luo reminded him dissatisfiedly, and pulled Yanis's hand away with his paws, and finally, he glared fiercely at the crazy woman in front of him.

Janis has long been accustomed to Mr. Luo's attitude, one person and one cat, and they don't just know each other today.

So Janis snorted, sat back in her high chair, took up her own cigarette stick, added some tobacco and rose silk to her pipe, lit it, spat out a puff of cigarette, and waited quietly.

She knew that Mr. Luo, the female cat, could not compare to her "tiger".

Sure enough, Mr. Luo let out a sigh as usual and slowly spoke.

"Listen carefully."