Wisteria City, Huayu Hotel, in a private room on the fourth floor.
In the 7th game, Butler Eddie and Chris from the Demon Hunter Association were sitting on both sides of a glass round table, discussing a business deal.
In the middle of the conversation, Eddie suddenly exclaimed: "Hire two three-star hunting teams for only 4,000 gold coins per operation? Are you sure you are not drunk?"
It was too cheap, and he suspected that the other party was playing tricks on him. At this time, it was good that the other party didn't open his mouth, and he actually offered a 50% discount.
The expression on Chris's little face was a little silly: "Yeah, I also wonder if Mr. Magic Gun drank fake wine, which is why he paid such a ridiculous price."
Stephen Carragher, titled [Magic Spear], is currently the vice-president of the Demon Hunter Association. Unlike the president [Zero] who is often invisible, he is the real person in charge.
After confirming that the other party was not joking, Eddie was in a good mood and smiled brightly: "No problem, we hired him."
The Silver Beacon Order was obtained through diplomatic means, but it was not a mandatory recruitment. It was not sure how many people could be summoned, so in the 7th game, we still chose to spend money to hire two professional teams.
After all, when it comes to small-scale combat and elite team-style hunting of demons, no organization can match the efficiency of the Demon Hunter Association.
After all, it’s the art of eating that I’ve been doing for more than a thousand years.
Chris sighed: "It's not easy to make money these days."
"I used to think you guys were snobbish, and if you have money, you're the boss. Now, I've changed my mind a little bit."
Eddie swung the red wine in his glass, his tone was melodious and full of emotion.
Regarding this local war on the Faloran Plains, the most sincere person is actually the Witcher Association. The president showed up to support it. Not only did the Beacon Order not ask for money, but even the hiring of the hunting team was a friendship price.
Chris said softly: "That was before the wave period, even though there were many war maniacs in the Steam Alliance.
But they have never experienced a large-scale battle with demon descendants. After all, this organization is still too young."
Eddie was thoughtful, and then he suddenly realized that the predecessor of the Witcher Association was the hunting force under the Sun King.
"I take back what I just said, you have not forgotten your original intention."
Eddie stood up and bowed to Chris. He was actually very emotional.
More than 1,600 years later, the real demon hunters still keep the king's instructions in mind.
Chris nodded slightly and walked out of here.
'I hope that because of your presence, my compatriots will no longer be afraid of the dark night.'
On the other side, after being informed, Raphael, led by a guard, strolled down a long corridor toward the back garden of the palace.
The scenery of the Farolan Palace is beautiful and charming, full of classical artistic atmosphere without losing the sense of majesty and splendor.
The plain brick pavilions, pavilions, and pavilions are organically connected in series, winding, twisting, and scattered.
It is surrounded by vermilion-lacquered corridors and pillars, the carved beams and painted pillars are brilliant, and the murals and paintings are lifelike.
The back garden is a mixed garden style, dotted with flowers, plants and shrubs, a natural water body, various rockeries, accompanied by stalagmites or a few bamboo poles.
The space changed obviously, and the scenery was alternated with each other. Raphael admired the various flowers and stone fountains in the garden with great interest.
Compared with the solemn architectural style of the church and the regular and grand garden layout in St. Joan, Raphael still liked the bright and flexible scenery changes.
Not long after, when he arrived under a pavilion, the guards retreated automatically. Raphael did not see the current King of Faloran, whom he had met once, but instead saw a face-to-face man.
He has short silver hair, a tall and tall figure, wears black knight leather armor, has clear facial features, and has dark and deep eyes.
"Young man, have you come all the way from afar? Did you bring greetings from an old friend?"
The voice is rich and pure, intoxicating. It is obviously a simple sentence, but it is like a ballad, lingering around the pavilion for a long time.
Raphael was in a trance, feeling his body light and floating, like being wrapped in cool sea water on a hot summer day and floating on the water.
His eyes were confused. At this moment, a white feather-like pattern on his arm lit up slightly, and he immediately shivered and woke up.
Phew~
Like a person who had just been fished out after drowning, Raphael took a few deep breaths of fresh air, with cold sweat on his forehead, and looked at this man in shock.
"Sorry, young man, I forgot that you are not Richard."
The voice lost that strange ability, and the silver-haired man wearing black leather armor said with a smile.
He didn't do it on purpose, because the young paladin in front of him had the same power attribute as Richard, the previous leader of the Knights Templar. He subconsciously forgot to control his power and accidentally affected him.
Raphael breathed a sigh of relief, stared at the handsome man in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
He still couldn't calm down in his heart. Just now, his spirit was about to sink into the whirlpool, but he didn't even realize it. He only managed to escape with the power of the Wings of Glory.
In other words, if he doesn't have a famous gun, it won't be easy for the other party to kill him.
"A young man who has been forgotten by history, there is no need to explore, just tell me if you have something."
The silver-haired man's tone is smooth and soft, giving people a sense of stability and reliability.
After a moment of silence, Raphael whispered: "For the sake of justice, the promise is valid."
The Pope's secret decree only contained these few words. Raphael knew very well that he was not involved in these words, and it would be useless to hear them.
Showing a strange smile, the silver-haired man stared at a ripe wild rose: "Okay, thank you for the message. Do you need to take a rest?"
Raphael shook his head slightly, turned around and left. The man in front of him put too much pressure on him, and the relationship between the church and the Faloran royal family was not good, so he felt very uncomfortable staying here.
After he left, a man wearing white clothes and long blue hair walked over from the side.
He held a silver long bow in his hand and said to the man in the pavilion: "Your Majesty, is it necessary?
That promise was costly, so let’s just use it like this?”
"I am no longer a king, now I am a knight.
Simon, no matter how precious a promise is, it relies on the strength of others. Once you use it, use it. Is it possible that you still keep it for the New Year?
Don't underestimate the demons, they are not as arrogant as before. If an old immortal pops up, I may not be able to handle it."
The silver-haired man moved his lips and said with a smile.
He doesn't like desperate counterattacks and winning by surprise. Bullying the few with more and crushing them with strength is the way to go.
Level 4 [Air-Breaking Archer] Simon shook his head slightly. He hesitated and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty William, intelligence came from Omar on the plains. The Steam Alliance is going to do the same thing again."
Steam Alliance: Many small countries would not be able to fight a decent war without us.