"Yes, Lu."
The bounty hunter took out his booklet filled with portraits of wanted criminals, copied by artists, and then used text to record brief information, fitting four criminals on a page.
The elf known as Lu erged from his hood, both pairs of wings fluttering swiftly like those of a Black-winged Butterfly. His movents were so quick they were nearly imperceptible to the human eye. He nibbled on a crumb from the plate and perched on the edge of a wine glass, dipping his head to take a sip of wine.
His cheeks turned instantly rosy, a look of utmost contentnt on his face.
Aside from being excessively small and having two pairs of translucent wings, Lu was otherwise indistinguishable from a human girl, dressed in a finely tailored mini white skirt, with black hair tied into twin tails.
His features were exceptionally delicate, his skin incredibly fair and radiant, and his black eyes lively. To him, an open palm was like a dance floor in a plaza square.
"That’s a big catch you’re after there. Without Miss Lu’s help, you wouldn’t be able to bring it down."
Standing on the table, Lu was not even as tall as a wine glass. He stood barefoot, arms crossed, looking down at the bounty hunter with his chin.
The hunter didn’t respond to him and continued flipping through the booklet.
It was said that the Elf Realm was on a mysterious island unknown to any, and apart from High Elves, elves have the strongest elental affinity. They are born with the ability to wield powerful Elental Magic and also have an exceptional talent for various Magic Techniques.
In the Western Continent, elves are considered auspicious, very rare; killing one is thought to bring misfortune. Apart from Cult organizations like the "Miracle of Suffering," nearly all orthodox religions also prohibit harming these "beneficial insects," "beneficial birds."
However, there are those with nefarious intentions who capture and sell them. To a Magician, they are incredibly valuable... materials. Their wings can fetch a terrifying sum.
But capturing them is extrely difficult; these creatures are exceedingly swift and know Magic. Even a Silver Level adventure group would be decimated in seconds.
It’s often a situation where they are priceless but unmarketable.
Whoever has the capability to catch an elf has bigger business to conduct. Why would they daydream like low-level adventurers?
The hunter ignored her, continuing to flip through the booklet, just grateful that this reckless elf wasn’t causing any trouble for him.
"How dare you ignore Miss Lu! I’ll hit you!"
Lu flew in front of the hunter’s chest and launched a tiny, miniature punch that caused roughly one point of damage.
The hunter had also flipped to the information in the booklet by then.
He looked at the portraits and compared them with the domineering thugs on the other side—what a bunch of bad guys.
There wasn’t a single one worth less than seventy Golden Dragons.
Most bounties were sponsored by the East Shore Judicial Hall of the Beima Duchy—apparently, they suffered greatly at their hands.
Many people were wanted for two cris, like the werewolf, who not only had a bounty from the East Shore but also one from Aran, the combined sum being quite significant.
The disfigured face and the so-called Captain had only a single cri each, but both were worth hundreds of Golden Dragons.
All of them were wanted dead or alive, complete annihilation, with the East Shore Judicial Hall offering additional bonuses for capture.
Taking down this group would secure one’s livelihood for the latter half of one’s life, buying a noble title and an entire domain would not be a problem.
Hmm?
At last, the hunter saw the one with the highest bounty, so high it was sowhat absurd.
An additional three thousand Golden Dragons from the Magic Energy Industrial Committee, three thousand for the dead but the whole corpse required, alive... one could even damn well negotiate in the Pedan Kingdom court, described only with two words, ’huge reward.’
Definitely one of the top five ultimate trophies in this booklet.
What had this person done?
The cri was not described.
The hunter’s gaze lingered on Fen. Indeed, one glance and she did not seem like ordinary folk—her deanor and dress ticulously refined, declining the hookah water offered by the werewolf.
"What’s wrong? Uncle, your breath is all ssed up, huh? My attacks are effective, aren’t they? Just let it out, don’t play tough. Cry if you want to. It’s no sha to be turned into a crybaby by this queen."
Lu swung her tiny fists wildly at the Hunter. Although her punches caused no damage, they served to vent her frustration.
Morison sensed sothing and sharply turned his head around.
Lu quickly hid behind the Hunter. That disfigured face had such a terrifying aura, and was frightening to look at, too. The Hunter also acted as if nothing happened, casually looking at the booklet in his hand.
"Rember to watch out for Bounty Hunters, though. Once you’re inland, it’s all these shady types."
Morison didn’t take it seriously, but he remained vigilant.
"Damn it, there are only two kinds of people in the world, normal folks and a mix of navy and Bounty Hunters. They’re complete scum."
Rein recalled the fights outside Londen City—these guys were sneakier than the next, loving to follow, call friends, set traps, ambush, and capture the stragglers. Yang Ying’s combos were smooth as silk.
"Where do all these Bounty Hunters co from, anyway? They’re nothing but half-baked losers, just fooling around like bros. They’re just small fry. Why worry?"
Shadi was indifferent. These people only caught the small fry, the big fish didn’t dare to ss with them.
Lu peeked out from behind the Hunter cautiously.
"The sa old thod then? Shall I draw them out one by one for you to eliminate?"
Lu asked.
She and the Hunter were like partners. They split the bounty evenly. The Hunter was her walking bank; at most, she could carry around twenty coins, any more and they’d be too heavy for her to handle.
The Hunter shook his head. It wasn’t a job he could handle alone. For now, all they could do was follow along and write a letter to call friends over to annihilate them together.
"Got it, I’ll place a tracking mark on them now. Even if they flee a hundred miles, they won’t escape my palms, hehe."
Lu extended her hands to form a Magic Seal—her small hands flickered with light, ready to cast the Spell.
Startled, the Hunter quickly grabbed Lu and pulled her back, holding her gently in his palm—too much force could kill the girl.
"Ah! What are you doing!"
"What am I doing? I told you to consult with before you do anything. I nearly died because of you. Your little skills aren’t even enough to carry soone’s shoes."
The Hunter was speechless. Had he been a mont slower, he would have surely t a grim fate at this heedless girl’s hands—after all, how could she ddle with soone worth three thousand Golden Dragons?
"So what should we do? Just let them get away? These guys are bullies and tyrants, hmph, so wicked!"
Lu had barely finished speaking.
"Duh-duh-duh! All evil must be punished by law!"
Rein went into an abstract spiel, providing his dramatic background music and shouting out nonsensical phrases, since Liszt had snatched away his water pipe, "This is illegal! Co surrender with !"
The spectacle gave Lu quite a shock. These people are crazy.
Of course, the Hunter couldn’t let these big fish slip away. He was a full-ti Hunter but also knew quite a few Heroic Level adventurers who did part-ti work.
Many adventurers refused to lower themselves to becoming Guests in noble households or to follow orders from guilds and be controlled by others. Even when there were no jobs, they still needed to eat and support their high cost of living, and so also worked part-ti as Hunters, specializing in big ga.
Because of his own exceptional abilities, he also acted as a connection for these adventurers.
"We can’t use magic to track them. It’d be easily detected and would scare them off. We’ll just pretend to be on the sa path and follow behind them. Let’s hope they stick to normal routes. If they’re covering their tracks, then we’ll have our work cut out for us."
The Hunter intuitively felt that there was a bigger problem here. Pirates from the East Shore—they were far from here. There were no rchant ships to rob in this area, and goods were being transported to Aran. Coastal Sub-dragon people’s villages were desperately poor.
Very strange.
These people had grand sches, perhaps even hiding unexpected discoveries.
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