The man stood two or three meters away from Hunter, his long, blue-gray eyes staring down indifferently on his oily black bangs.

Hunter seemed to have stopped his heartbeat, and the noisy old tavern was surprisingly quiet at the moment, as if everything around him had disappeared. He looked at the man, the stranger he didn't know at all, and he thought that the man must be a nobleman from outside, well-dressed and imposing.

"Your 'young master' told you to send a letter to Selin the Inquisitor, what letter, show me. ”

The stranger stretched out a large hand wearing a moleskin glove with a striking silver wing pattern embroidered on the edges. Hunter shrank back in fright, leaned against the edge of the wooden table, and knocked over the bottle.

The bottle rolled on the table a few times and fell to the stone floor with a loud sound. Hunter suddenly came to his senses.

"No!" he screamed in a trembling voice, "the young master has ordered, and the letter can only be handed over to Lord Selin himself!"

"Huh?"

The stranger frowned slightly, and there was a sternness between his eyebrows, and Hunter only felt like a prey targeted by a goshawk, and there was no escape, so he could only squat on the ground and tremble. He subconsciously raised his hand and held it tightly to his chest, for fear that a stranger would snatch the letter he had hidden under his leather coat.

However, the man did not steal the letter after all. The man turned, retreated to the same table, sat down, and rested his chin on his crossed fingers. There was only a cup of ginger tea on the table, and the rising heat blurred his expression.

After a while, when the temperature in the old tavern had returned to normal, Hunter gasped for a few breaths and turned around with a wary look on his face, looking at a few of his companions. Although Bob, Shrek, and Stone were not stared at by that person, their faces turned pale, and even the boss was stunned.

In the old tavern, the atmosphere was particularly dreary. There were still so many fragrant lamb chops and barbecue left on the table, but the hunters had nothing to eat. They hurriedly settled the bill and hurried away.

Before leaving, Hunter deliberately took out the letter and touched it, and then carefully put it away. "Don't let anyone steal it. He muttered.

The stranger didn't follow them, and even so, they couldn't relax that night.

As soon as it was dawn the next day, they hurried to the city of Price, even more anxious than when they had returned from the north. Hunter took out the two letters and put them back again, the parchment envelope crumpled by him. The envelope was written in small letters by their "young master": "To Lord Caterina Serin" and "Please pass it on to John for me", signed by Ivan Yafir.

On this day, Lord Caterina Selin was patrolling the northern walls of Price City with General Thames, the defending general of Price City, when she heard a soldier inform her that the hunters had returned, and had brought back two letters, which she had to hand over to her. Selin hurried back to the command room.

After opening the letter addressed to her and reading a few lines, Selin suddenly frowned.

"Thank you for all your hard work, Mr. Hunt, Mr. Stone, Mr. Shrek, Mr. Bob, and thank you for coming all the way to get these two letters back. The corners of Selin's mouth were slightly upturned, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Caterina Serin was a dignified and amiable woman, with her wavy red hair delicately draped on the side of her clean, small face, feminine and noble. Although she is almost thirty years old, she has never married, and spends most of her time busy with her friend Laxis Flotica. Master Laxis Flotica is a member of the Inner Council of the Wizarding Alliance, but is often ostracized within the Inner Council, and Selin considers himself Laxis's most loyal supporter.

When Caterina Selin's name is mentioned, some people always think of Laxis, as if everything that Célin did was of Laxis's will. Selin folded the letter and raised his hand to make a "please" gesture.

"Please go to the reception room to rest first, and I will have someone hand over the rest of the commission and the reward for delivering the letter. The Inquisitor's tone was gentle and stern, "I have something to do and can't entertain you, so please forgive me." ”

"We're not in a hurry to ask for money...... "Hunter scratched his face embarrassedly, "the remaining 10,000 Mikel ......" he swallowed and foamed, "It's still as agreed, it's not too late to pay us after the young master and young lady come back safely, and the reward for delivering the letter......" He rubbed his hands and hesitated.

"How many?"

"Five thousand, is that okay?" said Selin calmly.

"you, dwarf, you know you want money!" Bob raised his elbow and slammed Hunter as he turned his face to Selin very solemnly.

"Wizard-sama, there's something we need to tell you. ”

"Our sleigh was lost in the Misty Valley......" Shrek took his words.

"Not that's it! it's the guy who asked us to believe!" Bob glared angrily. As if awakened suddenly, Hunter straightened up and nodded repeatedly.

"Oh, yes, that's right, Lord Magister, I have to say that man is very strange, he asked for the young master's letter as soon as he came up, our brothers have never seen him, he is dressed like a nobleman, fortunately I protect him tightly, you need to be careful, sir......"

Hunter leaned forward, his hands propped up on the table in the command room.

"Noble?" For a moment, a look of surprise flashed across Selin's face, "He wants Yafir's letter, how old is he, what else did he say?"

"Quite young. Bob muttered.

"Yes, that's right, it seems to be a little younger than you...... Oh, I said the wrong thing! Sorry, ma'am. Hunter hurriedly covered his mouth, "Anyway, younger than us, that face is weird and scary, I don't think that person is simple!Lord Magus, I am an old hunter, a beast, a robber, and a murderer who has been in the Banhar Snow Plains for several years...... I've seen so much! I've never seen anyone that horrible!"

"He's very ......," Selin was a little puzzled.

"It looks good. Hunter grunted. Slowly, his expression became confused. Yes, that person doesn't look terrible, but he has a bit of an aristocratic temperament, and in general he still looks like an ordinary human.

Why was you so scared?

A few minutes later, Selin sent the four hunters away, and sat alone in his room to read the letter.

She leaned back slightly, leaning back on the back of her high-backed wooden chair, staring at the ceiling of the stone building overhead, which looked very old, like the city, the ancient kingdom of Aura.

"Is Sloss hiding in that kind of place?" Selin muttered to himself, narrowing his eyes in thought. There was neither a magic communicator nor a magic alliance office in Price City, and the communication crystal that Selin carried with him would not work at such a distance.

Looks like we'll have to make a trip myself.

She sat up, let out a long sigh, and put the letter back into the envelope, carefully and carefully into her close-fitting pocket. Then she picked up another letter that she had to pass on to John.

"Soldiers. She cried out, "Please call Mr. John Yafel to me!"