After drinking a glass of red wine, the pretty Catherine held her smooth chin with one hand and said lazily.
"After finishing this glass, there are three more glasses left." Renn continued to pour a glass. The aroma of red wine was overflowing, which showed the quality.
Catherine didn't react for a moment: "What?"
"Your quota here has almost been used up." Ren's expression remained unchanged and he explained calmly.
"Gan! I haven't increased the price during this period to ask for information?"
"Catherine, what you drank recently was the 282-year-old Crimson Moon. Do you have some idea? If Farrowland wasn't the place of production, you wouldn't be able to drink this kind of wine with perfect taste." Ren explained softly.
We are now in the year 312 of the Sixth Era of the Natural Calendar, and vintage is secondary. The older the wine is, the better it is not.
Faroland has a pleasant climate and beautiful scenery. It is known as the "land of flowers and fruits". The year 282 of the natural calendar was a good year in the century. The grapes in that year had high sweetness, acidity and flavor intensity, and were perfectly ripe.
The "Crimson Moon" brewed from the grapes picked that year is famous all over the world.
In fact, except for the rich woman Catherine, almost no one in the bar ordered this kind of drink.
It's not that Steve and Eisen can't afford to drink, it's just that they feel a little bit hurt. Extraordinary people naturally have high incomes, but their expenses are also quite high.
There are many middle- and low-level extraordinary beings who are almost in trouble.
"Okay, I won't drink anymore. I'm financially strapped recently." Catherine was a little depressed.
She is not usually short of money, but now she is seeking to advance to the next level. The price of related potions and some scarce resources is high, like a bottomless pit, and no matter how much money she has, it is not enough.
She waved to Ren, and the two of them walked out of the bar.
The boss, William Baker, watched them leave. He was also at the bar. Every time someone shouted "increase price" when ordering a drink, he would take them into a secret room to talk.
Ren and Catherine left the cross street and walked towards the suburbs.
There are some crabapples planted on both sides of the road, with pink semi-double flowers in bloom, bright colors and fragrant fragrance.
The two of them walked into a warehouse with the door open. The ground around them was surrounded by some old and dusty furniture.
It is hard to imagine that this is the branch of the Witcher Association in Bu Shen City.
"The existence of extraordinary beings is not a big secret, but according to the established rules, it is generally not done in a big way." Catherine explained with a smile.
She led Ren up the dusty small staircase at the end. When they reached the second floor, the decoration was completely new.
Several nanmu doors are carved with some rose patterns, the texture is beautiful, and the fragrance is rich and lasting.
Catherine directly pushed open the second door on the left in the aisle.
"Ahem! Old goat, is your head squeezed by the door? How many times have I told you to open the window when you smoke!"
The spacious room was filled with clouds and fog, and the visibility was no more than 5 meters.
Catherine covered her nose, walked quickly to the window, and pushed open the blinds.
Ren outside frowned and waited until the smoke in the room dispersed a bit before walking in.
This is a living room, nearly 100 square meters in size, with marble paving.
On the left are several round guest tables with some ceramic drinking glasses on them, and three sofas.
In the front right is a long rectangular table, placed sideways. The wooden table is very long and forms a triangle with the corner of the wall. Behind the long table are two counters, leaning against two walls respectively.
There was a bald, thin man wearing pince-nez, who looked very old, lying on the table.
He held a large briar pipe in his mouth and was puffing away smoke.
"I say, old goat, do you have to smoke these bad tobaccos?
Scholars from the natural school have studied that smoking is harmful to health, and it is said that the lungs of dead smokers are all black when they are dissected." Catherine said with a look of disgust.
“Tsk, tsk, is there anything else that scholars don’t dare to study?
The middle-aged man, nicknamed the Old Goat, who looked very old without a beard, lamented in an aria:
"Little girl, you are young and don't understand. What I smoke is not cigarettes, but loneliness! Life is full of bitterness and helplessness. I am chewing the bitter wind and gentleness in life."
"Stop doing this, get down to business, I want to recommend someone new."
With a very impatient tone, Catherine said unceremoniously.
"Haha, no problem, Catherine, where did you get this stupid bird from? We are short of cannon fodder and bait recently?"
The thin, balding man sat up from the table.
He jumped back very nimbly, sat firmly on the chair behind the table, and looked up at Ren.
"It's a young eagle, an awakened one. It can not only achieve spiritual power out of the body, but also guarantee the killing effect within 10 meters."
Catherine's voice changed a bit, with a slight plasmolysis.
She had "struggled" for 7 years to achieve such strength, but now she could only achieve effective killing with psychic energy within 14 meters.
Glancing at the expressionless Ren, the old goat looked slightly solemn:
"Haha, is that right? This guy has great potential. Catherine, I've made a note of your contribution to introducing new people this time."
There are rewards for recommending potential newcomers, otherwise Catherine would not waste a lot of time persuading Ren.
The old goat looked at Renn carefully, took out a book with a rose pattern on the cover, held a pen in his hand, and asked him: "Young man, what's your name?"
"Ryan Ackerman."
"Tsk, tsk, it sounds like the farmer's name." The balding middle-aged man nicknamed Old Goat curled his lips and muttered.
"It's Orion." Ren corrected him.
The old goat laughed: "Hey, this is good. A demon hunter is a hunter who specializes in hunting those demon cubs."
Lao Shan continued to ask: "Gender?"
Ren just stared at the old goat without saying a word.
"Okay, sir."
"age?"
"19 years old." Ren replied.
The old goat twitched his face and pointed at his pince-nez:
"Young man, I wear glasses just to pretend to be a gentleman. I don't have a prescription! Let me tell you, apart from beauties, I can judge the age of people very accurately. With your appearance, you are 15 years old!"
"19, I have a baby face." Ren said calmly.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Okay, you have the final say." The old goat was speechless and no longer struggled with this issue, "Psychic category?"
"Colorless." Ren started to tell lies.
"Hey, it doesn't have any color? It's a rare type."
The old goat was a little surprised. Most people's psychic powers have "special effects". For example, Catherine has crimson light.
After registering all the information, he put away the booklet.
The old goat first opened the counter on the right, took out an exquisite hunting pistol, and placed it on the long table.
Pointing at the hunting pistol, the old goat introduced Ren to Ren in a proud tone:
"Demon Hunter Pistol Type 6, leading the trend of the times, has been professionally responsible for headshots for 20 years! The demon cubs are frightened by this news!
The latest scientific and technological achievement of the Steam Alliance, the barrel material is Luwen steel (material in this world), the barrel length is 34 cm, the total weight is 1.48KG, and it contains a psychic (Force Force) array, which can be injected with psychic energy to increase the flight speed of bullets.
It can be disassembled. When disassembled, it can be divided into four parts: barrel, grip, handguard, and connecting shaft. Any part can be easily put into a pocket.
The steps are also very simple. First remove the screws of the handguard, take off the handguard, take out the connecting shaft, and separate the barrel and grip. The structure is extremely simple.
A barrel, a trigger, and a hammer will almost never malfunction.
After disassembly, the barrel and scope are integrated. Even if they are reassembled, there is no problem of accuracy error. Moreover, the barrel can be selected at will, and the caliber and length can be replaced as needed. In addition to the mechanical sight on the barrel,
There are also guide rails for installing various scopes you like.”
A bunch of professional explanations made Ren feel uncomfortable.
Kaka~
The old goat pressed the small switch on the butt of the gun, pulled out the magazine, and discharged 7 bullets.
The bullets of these bullets have a silvery white luster and some runes are engraved on them.
"Du Yin, a magic hunting bullet engraved with holy script (a type of warlock rune), can be injected with psychic energy to increase the bullet's lethality. 21 bullets are provided for free, but you will be charged next time." The old goat smiled happily.
said.
Looks pretty good.
Ren took the demon hunting gun, put away the bullets, and took a sky blue ring from him and put it on his index finger.
This is a hunting ring, a kind of token. The warlock runes in each ring are different.
The old goat skillfully opened the lower half of the counter on the left, which contained swords, guns, swords and halberds and other cold weapons filled with cold light:
"Young man, do you need anything? Customization will cost extra."
"Here is a moon blade, about 70 centimeters long, with a slightly longer handle and a lower arc." Ren said.
Moon Blade is the name for Tai Sword in this world.
The old goat rummaged around for a while and pulled out an extremely sharp demon-hunting knife that was close to the shape of a horizontal knife.
The blade is thin and thin, with very low curvature.
The old goat stretched out his withered palm and handed the knife to Ren:
"The Demon Hunter 7-style long knife is made of holy silver and black steel. It is tough and durable. It has a psychic array inside, which can effectively introduce psychic energy.
By the way, everyone who likes this knife is a mad dog!"
To a witcher, a mad dog is a compliment.
Finally, the old goat opened the upper half of the counter on the left and carefully took out a test tube as long as his middle finger.
Inside the glass test tube is a golden liquid.
"Welfare, a perk only available to those who are born awakened." Renn took the test tube and was a little hesitant for a moment.
He had tried Catherine's Demon Hunting Type 5 long knife before, and he could also use weapons containing psychic arrays in this world.
When Ren runs the Knight's Breathing Technique, he will absorb the psychic particles floating in the air and convert them into "the energy of the stars".
Now the fighting spirit in his body seems to have the attribute of "spiritual energy", and he can use various extraordinary instruments in this world.
Looking at Ren, who was holding a glass test tube, hesitant.
Catherine, who was sitting on the sofa nearby with her legs crossed, said with a smile:
"Ren, it is a good thing to be cautious. This is a natural source and the most widely used first-level magic potion. Purchase it from the Natural School, the best of its kind.
Even the church’s holy water is inferior. If you don’t want to drink it, you can give it to me, and my sister can have sex with you.”
The old goat shrugged his shoulders and explained casually:
"Don't worry, young man, I've been using it for more than 2,000 years. If there was any problem, I'd drink it to death.
As for whether it is mixed with seasonings or not, it is impossible. Even if it is mixed with a little more water, it will not be shining like gold."
Ren slowly unscrewed the test tube plug and took a careful lick.
The tongue trembles slightly, as if every cell in the body is conveying hunger, and the fighting energy in the body is also active.
He no longer hesitated and drank it in one gulp. Well, it tasted pretty good, lemony. After a while, a cooling sensation spread throughout his body, followed by burning pain.
When these feelings disappeared, Ren was surprised to find that his strength seemed to have improved a bit, and his fighting spirit had also increased significantly, which was equivalent to practicing for a month!
'What a good thing, it makes me want to rob it.'
Renn's eyes narrowed slightly. If he had a lot of "natural sources" to practice with, becoming stronger quickly would not be a dream.
Seeing Ren's eyes shining brightly, the old goat followed suit:
"How about it, young man, do you still want it? If you want it, just do the mission. As long as you don't die, you will get money, beauties, potions, Force firearms... everything is there!"
Ren rolled his eyes upon hearing this.
He had heard from Steve and Eisen that demon hunters were one of the extraordinary professions with the highest casualty rate.
It is possible to get rich, but the likelihood of grass growing on your grave is higher.
