Chapter 5 Striking at the budding is a hunter's tradition

Considering that the pocket watch was related to his past, Yager still didn't choose to sell it in the end.

In this case, the real problem arises again. Although he already had a general understanding of the mysterious knowledge of this world, he still failed to find a way to realize the extraordinary and returned to the origin of looking for a job.

He had to use some crooked ways to falsify his academic qualifications to get this opportunity to work under Duke Negan.

To be precise, it's the younger brother of Duke Negan -

Stewards under him,

Investing in law firms,

paralegals.

No way, the outlander who has gone from mean to humble is not willing to admit that he has no talent for work.

But fortunately, even if it is not a relationship with Duke Negan, the firm still has relatively abundant funds, and the salary is much higher than that of its peers.

Jager's current salary is four pounds a week, double what he used to be.

After paying the appraisal fee, the poor man had only ten pounds left in his pocket, and wept with joy.

However, the firm is located at the forefront of the Jowood district, a stone's throw from the center of the aristocracy's daily hangout.

Here, if you don't have savings, you can't pay the security deposit, if you don't have a deposit, you can't rent a house, and you can't sleep on the street without a house.

So, looking for a house and finding a house that didn't have anything in the East Side, Yager tearfully came up with a bad trick.

"Miss, give me your wallet."

Under the dark night sky, a young man wearing a black tricorne hat and an ankle-length trench coat said coldly to the girl at his feet in the alley.

The black mask covered the lower half of his face, leaving only a pair of black eyes that gleamed dangerously in the moonlight, and the cold dagger of his right hand pointed straight at the ground.

ใ€Blade of Mercyใ€‘

[The special skill weapon passed down among elite hunters, one of the earliest weapons in the factory, will split into two after activation.] ใ€‘

[The two Crossing Blades of this weapon are made of Syd Ore, a rare mineral from the starry sky, suitable for quick attacks.] ใ€‘

This was one of the many pieces of equipment found in his soul space, and considering that he was going to do a good deed of robbing the rich and helping the poor today, he deliberately brought this short knife with a very merciful name.

Although this one kills faster.

"Please don't hurt me...... next to him, Hugh DeChart, who had been carefully selected, reached out tremblingly and pulled out his small floral bag.

In the gloomy alleys, the poor maiden shivered under the oppression of youth.

Hugh was devastated.

Where! Come on! Neuropathy extraordinary!

She roared inwardly.

The oppression caused by the youth in front of her was something she had never felt before.

What kind of powerful extraordinary person is so poor that he wants to come to the East End to rob Sequence 9?! Yes! It's better to find a duke if you're so poor! They will definitely kneel and give you 100,000 gold pounds a month!

She! What! Not at all!

Even though she wore a thick coat today, she still felt the cold wind to her bones. The malice of the world has exhausted her physically and mentally.

Unaware of the girl's despair, Yager used only a small amount of strength to prevent a repetition of the story of the last time he was discovered by the true gods, and carefully selected extraordinaries with thicker flesh as prey.

Unexpectedly, for the poor sequence Jiu Mengxin, he is still a full-level monster.

Satisfied, he took his wallet and counted the bills inside.

And counted again.

"You only take forty pounds with you when you go out?" He asked in a low tone, completely ignoring his fellow sufferer's ten-pound deposit.

"I... I only have so much left, please leave me alone! Hugh was humbled into the dirt, and her already childish voice trembled to make her sound like a bullied child.

"I just bought the formula and extraordinary service today, and I really don't have much left."

Ten minutes ago, Hugh was on her way home from an extraordinary party, when she passed the alley when a terrifying coercion suddenly fell from the sky, making her lose even the ability to move.

If it weren't for the sheriff's formula she was going to buy Sequence Eight, she wouldn't even have forty pounds on her.

Hugh awaited the judgment with trepidation.

Fortunately, she was too worried, in fact, even if she couldn't get a penny, Yager would not embarrass her.

"Extraordinary service?" Hearing Hugh's explanation, Yager, who was already preparing to leave disappointed, became interested.

Hugh replied with a trembling voice, "Yes, I recited the wrong honorific name some time ago, which may have attracted the entanglement of evil spirits. โ€

It's kind of interesting.

"Give me the honorable name," Yager subconsciously tapped the short knife in his hand, making a crisp sound, successfully making Hugh on the ground tremble twice.

Seeing her reaction, he added: "Give me your honorable name, and I'll let you go." โ€

"Okay!" Hugh was overjoyed, and hurriedly pulled out the note from his pocket and handed it to him.

If this Extraordinary One is ready to go to trouble with the evil spirits, she can get rid of both problems at once!

Jager glanced at the words on the paper, which were written in the same language as on the previous dial:

Fools who do not belong to this age;

the mysterious lord above the gray mist;

The Yellow and Black King who rules good fortune.

The format was familiar, very much like the name of the god of steam and machines he had just seen this morning. Do evil spirits and that one count as the same species?

The mysterious blind Yager was confused.

"You can go." After a long hesitation, he replied to Hugh.

Hearing this, Hugh's big eyes revealed the happiness of the rest of his life, and he didn't even have time to shoot the ashes on his body, so he hurriedly ran out of the alley.

Just as she was about to disappear at the end of the road, a cold voice came from the darkness behind her.

"It's better not to let a third person know about this today, I'll be watching you all the time, understand?"

Hugh turned his head. In the alley, the demigod stood in the shadows, only one side of his eyes illuminated by the moonlight, revealing scarlet blood, staring at her.

"I see." She instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

She didn't dare to stop for a moment, she kept running in the direction of the light. It wasn't until she was sure she was completely away from the alley and no one caught up with her that she calmed down breathlessly.

Under the light, Hugh hesitantly held on to the street lamp, and the silent question in his mind resurfaced:

So, did the Extraordinary One really come today just to rob her of forty pounds?

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Yager, who didn't know anything about the girl's questions, had changed back to his original outfit.

During this period of rest, he had returned to Jowood with great efficiency and found a hotel to stay in.

The East End is still very wealthy.

The tentacle monster, who was paid as much as forty pounds an hour, thought happily.

Sitting on the soft bed of the hotel, Yager flipped through the newspaper, checked a small house with a garden on Hydrological Road, and wrote down the address of the landlord, ready to see the house tomorrow.

The urgent things have been almost solved, who can say that he is not a good alien who is good at self-reliance!

The hidden intelligence nine pained.

After finishing all the work-related things, he took out the honorable name of the windfall and examined it carefully.

This seems to have been read before it reacted, right?

Yager cleared his throat as he thought of the previous process.

A low, cold voice rang out in the room:

"Fools who do not belong to this age;

the mysterious lord above the gray mist;

The Yellow and Black King who rules good fortune. โ€