If you've ever been threatened, you've hated it. He tells you that he is very disdainful of you, and he tells you that he has a higher status than you, so he can look down on you.

To put it in the right words, it's called ...... Insult.

"My honorable lord, such a rare thing is worth two hundred gold coins." I say.

"Hah!" The old man smiled. He turned his face to stare at me, "Are you trying to blackmail me?" “

"I'm a hunter, I'm still a veteran hunter, and I still know a lot about the value of prey." I said, "And this guy has already caused the disappearance of people in many villages under your rule, and if you offer a bounty, it must be much higher than that." “

"You're teaching me how to do things." The old man's voice sank.

"Don't dare, I'm just telling you that this thing is worth the money. Whether it is collected or transferred to the royal city, it is as if it is sent to the king, not to mention two hundred gold coins, two thousand gold coins can also be sold for a price. “

"That's just your side of the story, you don't decide how much you want to sell." He looked at me, "Out of your help to my people, I will give you another twenty gold coins." His eyes were staring at me, but his expression was irreversible, and I knew I couldn't say it anymore at this point.

I smiled at him and nodded. "Thank you, Lord Amst."

I caught the money bag he had thrown from his hand, and my fingers opened the pocket and pulled the gold coins inside. I saw the displeasure on the faces of the people around me, but I didn't care, I looked at the ass of the woman next to the old man.

Until a kind guy yelled at me.

The old man stood beside the werewolf and said without looking back, "Tell him to get out." As soon as the words fell, a few people gathered around. I hurriedly took two steps back, smiled at them and continued to retreat. I glanced at the woman, and she was looking at me. I quickly turned around and walked out of the manor.

This wound was exchanged for thirty gold coins.

In fact, this amount of money is indeed astronomical for those farmers in the village. Don't be surprised, the peasants have no money in their hands, only grain, barely subsistence food. And the silver coins that might be hidden in a corner of their home are their only possessions.

I reminisced about the people in that village, and I tried my best to remember, but it seemed that there were only a dozen or so families that I could remember. One family is still rich, and two in a family may not be enough.

I turned my head to look at Lord Amst's villa, and the fire in the courtyard was the brightest spot in the land.

I walked into the tavern.

There is no fundamental difference between this tavern and the tavern in the royal city, the only difference is the people inside. The aristocracy would never come to this kind of place to consume, except for the poor eggs, there are three religions and nine streams. It's just that the people here are much rougher dressed than the people in the royal city.

The poverty of the surrounding villages does not affect the drunken dreams in the tavern, and perhaps this is the only place where those who struggle at the bottom of society can never turn over can find a glimmer of happiness and solace.

My arrival has attracted a lot of people's attention, and it has nothing to do with whether I am handsome or not, and their eyes can only tell you one thing, and that is that they are very curious about outsiders. After a brief silence in the tavern, the conversation began again.

The bartender was staring at me, too, and this guy was not a little worse than the guy in Gilneth City. "Something?" He said.

"Fennel shochu." I say.

The bartender pouted slightly.

Someone next to him spoke: "Hey, listen to your accent, you're not a local." ”

I don't like to be asked, especially self-cooked. I hummed and ignored him.

"Listen to your accent is from the north." He continued to ask.

I looked at him and nodded.

"What are you doing here?" Some people don't resist people like him, and some people like to talk to him, but I just don't, I hate this kind of person who has nothing to say and must talk to you.

"Find someone." I say.

The bartender pushed the glass of wine in front of me and glanced at the man. I glanced at the guy next to me, and there was no wine glass in front of him.

"Ha, find someone! Well...... I'm a jack of all trades. There's no one here I don't know. He stared intently into my eyes with a determined look that seemed to tell me that he was a reliable guy and that I could trust him.

"Well, I've found it." I say.

"Hmph......" he snorted a little disappointed when he heard this, "You're a hunter?" "He's still talking.

I ignored him and took a sip from my glass. The fennel shochu at this shop has a strong flavor and is a bit burnt-mouthed.

"You're visiting us for the first time." He's still talking.

I wiped my nose and ignored him.

"You...... Uh......" he leaned over and twisted his face to try to see his face, "I seem to have seen you somewhere." ”

"Would you like a drink?" I put my glass on the table.

His gaze followed the cup in my hand to the table.

"Give me another drink." I said to the bartender. The wine glass snorted, and his disdainful look didn't know if it was for me or for him.

When the wine was pushed in front of me, the guy's body also moved, and he knew that the cup should be for him. I turned my face to look at him...... Have you noticed that some dogs, I mean family dogs, sometimes when you look at their faces, they seem to look a little bit like human faces?

But now, the man in front of me suddenly looked radiant, energetic, excited, and showed a vivid face, really like a dog.

"Don't come back here until I leave this seat." I looked at him, and he couldn't hold his hands anymore.

He thanked me and quickly took both cups away from me, then quickly turned around and walked to the door.

"He'll be back." The bartender said angrily.

"Get me a beer." I said lightly.

The bartender didn't talk much, and he brought me a drink before leaving. "Inquire personally." I hurriedly stopped him.

The bartender stopped and glanced at me, "Who?" ”

"Is there a very handsome man in this town, about forty years old, who is more suave and suave." I say.

The bartender didn't answer me directly, "There are a lot of them. ”

"Blonde hair." I say.

"There are two." He didn't say a word.

"Not long after moving from Gilneth City." I say.

He didn't speak, just looked at me.

This is the start of the charge. I felt in my arms, fuck, no change!

When I pressed a gold coin onto the table and pushed it over, I could even feel the burning gaze of the people around me.

The bartender was calm, but he couldn't hide his excitement. But he pushed the gold coin back anyway. "There's one." He said.

The gold coin was right in front of me, and everyone around me stopped talking. "What do you want to know?" He said.

"Where do you live?" I say.

"I don't know." He said.

"Where does he do things?" I asked again.

"I don't know." The wine is conservative and the mouth is like a bottle.

"Hmm." I nodded, and pushed the gold coin over. "No need to look for it."

The people around seemed to hold their breath. This quiet atmosphere can be felt. I walked out of the tavern, and the self-cooked man saw me at the door and nodded at me. At the door of the tavern, several people stopped talking when they saw me coming out, and looked at me.

After leaving the tavern, I found a hotel and was going to get a good bite to eat and sleep, and I should be able to find them tomorrow.

It was nice to lie back in the place where humans were sleeping, but my back couldn't relax. I fell asleep in a daze, but the feeling of being half asleep and half awake was really uncomfortable. But when I was half-asleep and half-awake, there was a very slight sound of footsteps outside the door.

This slight is not slight in the ordinary sense, and this tiptoe slight is not the same as that slight.

I rolled over and tried to get out of bed, but the creaking of the bed scared the people outside the door again. But luckily, the sound shouldn't be too much of a problem.

What sets me apart from ordinary thieves is that one of the things I was trained to do was that I was strict with my steps, and it was true that the quality of the wooden floors in this hotel was not good, but the noise I made on the floor was much smaller than that of the guys outside the door.

The door lock was gently picked.

I'm already standing behind the door, just waiting for the thieves outside to come in. The guy outside the door had average skills, and it took a while to poke the keyhole open, although he tried to keep his voice as low as possible, but in my eyes it was no different from death.

The door was gently pushed, then tentatively pushed again, and then tentatively pushed again. After many temptations, the door was pushed open a crack, and the thief came in with half of his body.

I didn't do anything as soon as he moved himself completely into the room, and in the dark I wanted to see what else this guy could show.

He stared at the dark room at the door for a moment, and I wondered if this guy was cautious. Finally, he took the first step forward, and slowly took the second step.

But just as he was about to take the fourth step, his body suddenly shook, and I could see it clearly! At that moment, my outstretched right hand slammed shut.

The guy was visibly taken aback. He turned around sharply and subconsciously took two steps back.

It seems that the gold coin has caused trouble. I'm not going to take his life, and with who I am now, it would be a nuisance for me to catch him.

But I don't want that to be left to chance.

I stared at the figure in the dark, I was used to it in the dark, and the room was not completely dark, the moonlight through the cracks in the window was enough for me to see the room.

The shadow was staring at me too, and his hunched body told me he was going to attack me at any moment.

I took a step forward, closed the door again, and locked it again. The thief who saw me doing this pounced on me.

Ha...... If you kneel down and cry bitterly, I can still take care of you if you don't kowtow and beg for mercy, but this is your own death.