Chapter 876 Kitten and Wanderer
It was not until it was completely dark that Durul finally came back drunk.
He was a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard, wearing leather armor. Even when he went out drinking, he was still fully armed.
A long dagger, two throwing knives, a throwing axe, a crossbow, a powerful bow, a fully automatic pistol, a long sword, plus bottles and jars hanging around the waist... This is the value of the "Survival Expert" professional characteristic of all-terrain combat without disadvantages.
Born in the Black Hawk, he grew up deep in the mountains, naturally becoming a good hunter. However, he chose not to join a mercenary group and become a notorious war mercenary. Instead, he chose to leave his homeland and travel to other countries to become a bodyguard for adventurers and archaeologists.
These days are quite comfortable and pleasant.
Durul is a man who feeds his family.
He was a homeless, wandering child, with no idea when he might die—no parents, no wife, no children, no master, no apprentice. So, he had no scruples. He spent all the money he earned from quests on food, drink, and entertainment, and then on upgrading his equipment.
Don't keep a penny, spend it all.
When you run out of money, just find a job - anyway, if you fail in the mission, you will die, which is much more comfortable than dying with your money not spent.
A fourth-level "survival expert" doesn't have to worry about finding a job, nor does he have to worry about running out of money and not being able to find work. As a result, after so long, he has earned a resounding reputation in the industry as a "Rogue."
He had originally taken Encyclopedia and Kitty out for dinner and drinks. Neither of them wanted to get drunk, so they left in the afternoon. The wanderer, however, lingered inside, cuddling the women, listening to music, and playing cards with the mages. They'd play all day, losing all their change before returning home, satisfied.
"Old man, I'm back!"
The drunken wanderer shouted at the iron gate in front of the villa: "Open the door!"
Of course he had the key, but he was too lazy to open it.
As a result, he had just shouted when his ears suddenly moved.
Three, four, five...seven, eight?
...Why are there so many breathing sounds inside?
The wanderer wiped his face and instantly regained consciousness. As the power of adaptation flowed through him, the alcohol in his body was detoxified and dissipated in the blink of an eye.
He frowned slightly, his eyes sharp and serious. He subconsciously stretched out his fingers and nimbly checked whether the equipment on his body was in a position to be readily accessible.
Then he took out the key, opened the iron door, and wanted to sneak in carefully.
At this moment, someone walked out of the villa.
That was the trap master who went drinking with him at noon, code-named "Kitten".
People in their line of work generally adopt a code name. The principle behind this is similar to the promotion ceremony, but different... Protecting real names during the ceremony is primarily to prevent offending someone—for example, killing a teammate who entered the ceremony with them, or interrupting their promotion during the ceremony, who then seeks revenge in real life.
There are those who are willing to accept defeat, but they are rare. The promotion rituals above the third energy level often cause permanent soul damage, and not everyone can swallow the thought of having their future ruined.
If you ruin my future, I will kill your entire family - this kind of situation does happen.
Mercenaries use pseudonyms mainly to prevent being cursed by demonologists or ritual wizards after their real names are revealed.
As long as you have a designated curse medium and know the other party's real name and a small amount of information, you can cast a curse.
After all, everyone knew that these mercenaries had money but no connections, making it difficult to find high-level priests to help remove curses. Often, someone would be saddled with a few difficult curses, and then a letter would be sent demanding money, with the promise of removing the curse if the money was sent to a designated address.
If it really can avoid disaster by losing money, it would be fine. But more often, when the other party is short of money later, they will think of this "good friend" first, and then curse again to ask for money.
If the curse caster's location can't be traced back, this extortion can often last a lifetime. Some unscrupulous employers resort to "self-dealing." This involves hiring mercenaries, obtaining the caster's true information under the guise of an interview, and then collecting their belongings during the mission. After paying their commission, they then seek out the curse caster to extort their money, potentially even more.
"Kitten" is also a fourth-level adapter, so he and "Rurouni" have similar interests.
She was short, with short, tan-gray hair. She always huddled in her black invisibility cloak, so only the part below her nose could be seen. Judging by the shape of her lips and skin, she couldn't be too old, perhaps in her early thirties at most. Her wrists and palms were wrapped with several tattered, yellowed strips of cloth—probably some kind of supernatural object.
Seeing that none of the traps stored in the hands of the trap master were triggered, and that he could smell no smell of gunpowder on her from afar, Rurouni felt a little relieved.
"Uncle Rurouni!"
The kitten was very anxious: "Why did you come back just now?"
"rest assured……"
Realizing nothing serious had happened, the Drifter yawned again and resumed his drunken, lazy demeanor. "I won't be hungover tomorrow anyway. Aren't we leaving tomorrow?"
"Why, is there a distinguished guest here? Is it some important person?"
The wanderer asked half sarcastically, half indirectly, "Want to add some people to the team? For extra money?"
He doesn't know much about archaeology and history, but he has a good understanding of supernatural knowledge.
If they are willing to recruit six fourth-level extraordinary people to conduct archaeological excavations, the ruins are most likely not too recent.
Besides, this time, his employer...is quite powerful. He should be a transcendent as well.
The wanderer had already prepared to die in the ruins, so he lived for today.
Based on his understanding of the wizard lords of the Narcissus Principality, they valued reputation and honor above all else. If the ruins were ancient enough, the lord who heard about it would have to send some people in.
If they make some effort when the time comes, they will be able to reap half of the benefits of this archaeological discovery.
After a little publicity, and a few decades later... this time the archaeologists and their employers will become "Team X" in the records, with only the names of the relevant wizard lords remaining.
This wasn't the first time Drifter had seen something like this.
But he was happy to see this kind of thing - after all, the archaeological results had nothing to do with him.
If a mage lord wants to induct someone, it has to be at least a powerful mage, like an "heir," to help him gain experience. At the very least, they have to be someone the lord values. They'll even be given extra money and equipment as "sponsorship." Increased security and increased profits... isn't that wonderful?
As for raising children - he understands that even better.
As long as he is thick-skinned enough to invite the other person to drink, play cards, and occasionally flatter him, not many rebellious young people will become his enemy.
“…He is indeed a big shot.”
The kitten nodded.
The wanderer followed behind the kitten and asked casually, "Who did the archmage bring?"
The other party didn't use a code name. After all, he was a big shot and wasn't too afraid of ordinary curses. He was also usually in the spotlight, so this one wouldn't hurt. But because of this, Rurouni couldn't remember his name.
"It's a little bigger than that."
As they approached the gate, the kitten's voice became lower.
She whispered, "You must not be disrespectful to adults..."
...Haha, I want to see which big shot is so arrogant.
Rurouni scoffed, not taking Koneko's words to heart at all.
He was homeless, jobless, and had nothing to worry about. If he was pushed to the limit, he'd just fight the other party. His life wasn't worth anything anyway. One for one, and everyone falling into the river of dreams together wouldn't be a loss...
...But there's no need to implicate others.
Thinking this, Rurouni took two quick steps to the kitten and pushed open the door of the living room.
Under the bright light of the rune lamp, the crowd gathered together.
The blond young man in the middle of the crowd turned around and said with a gentle smile, "This is the Rogue, right?"
The young man had two strange protrusions on his head, which reminded the wanderer of a deer growing horns.
——That bright and warm glow allowed the survival expert, Ronin, to grasp the other party's identity.
Survivalists can intuitively discern an opponent's class type and assign them up to six tags. The Drifter's custom tags include "Poison Expert," "Curse Expert," "Illusion Expert," "Spellcaster," "Healer," and "Can See Through Invisibility." Whenever he looks at someone and they meet one of these six criteria, he automatically triggers the "most relevant tag" and gives them a rough estimate of their strength.
When he looked at the other person's identity, he clearly sensed the other person's occupation.
That's a "healer."
And it is far stronger than himself...that is to say, the fifth energy level.
Add to that the thorn patterns on the other person's body...this luxurious robe...
...Oh my god, could he be a cardinal?
A human cardinal? No, he's not human either. How could a human have horns...
Rurouni thought so and looked at the white-haired female companion beside the young man.
That delicate and beautiful face looked distorted, like a doll. But Rurouni knew that it was best not to even look at such an exceptionally beautiful woman... If he hadn't already received the deposit, he would have turned and run the moment he saw her.
As long as it's beautiful enough, any contact with it for any reason is dangerous. It's just that the source of the danger is different.
And his "crisis intuition" also determined the other party's occupation type...
——Judgment: [Adept at illusion].
The energy level is...the fifth energy level.
Chapter 2 should be available before nine o'clock!
Now I no longer sneeze and have less runny nose, but I have started coughing and have a little phlegm that I can't cough up... I don't know if it's getting better or getting worse...
(End of this chapter)
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