Half-elf Notebook

Chapter 166 Choice

The original goblin remains of the Fulant Kingdom, and even his teacher, a magician.

They can only parse a small number of common inscriptions and copy simple alchemical products.

These discoveries are undoubtedly a treasure for the countries that discovered them.

Although facing forces such as the Empire, the Guild Association and the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, the secrets of these ruins are not a big secret.

But guilds and other forces have an unwritten agreement.

In order to protect the rights and security of these countries from being robbed by neighboring countries, they chose to keep it secret. Such a decision is not difficult to understand.

At least it is normal for a guild manager like him, who may still be restricted by his own kingdom system, to have no right to know.

However, it also undoubtedly proves the value of the complete goblin ruins.

Shu Xi's lips opened and closed slightly, as if he had made up his mind:

"Rick, how much do you want for the intelligence fee?"

This news is hard to measure in ordinary terms.

The things excavated from it, after analysis and mass production, may be enough to overturn the century-long confrontation between the kingdom and its neighboring countries, and change the offense and defense!

"600 gold coins."

Rick immediately quoted a price that an ordinary intelligence dealer would never be able to earn in his entire lifetime.

"600 gold coins?"

Shu Xi repeated the other party's offer, in disbelief, with confusion in his tone, as if the amount quoted by Rick was an incredible number.

It's really too cheap... This is an important opportunity to determine whether a kingdom can expand again and to reshuffle the status among factions within the kingdom.

He can guarantee that.

If it weren't for the consideration of getting involved in the power struggle among the nobles, even if the price was reduced by two decimals and placed in front of the kingdom and several dukes, they would still rush to raise the price to buy it.

Sixty thousand gold coins is a huge amount.

This is a amount of money that a hardworking citizen would probably not be able to earn in his entire lifetime.

But in the eyes of the dukes who lead the factions and the king who controls the economy and financial expenditures of the kingdom.

However, it is equal to the total family income of a newly-appointed earl. It is not considered as the land tax of a small local city, but just the tax of residents.

However, there are more than hundreds of small and medium-sized cities in the kingdom.

Can 60,000 gold coins destroy a new noble faction? Can they exchange for a province or even a larger territory?

Sixty thousand gold coins were not enough to buy enough equipment to form an infantry corps of ten thousand people.

"I don't care about the reward. I think 600 gold coins will be enough to satisfy the rest of the team."

Rick nonchalantly explained to the puzzled Shu Xi:

"If I really needed money, I would have come to you today to discuss how to safely clean up the ruins in the coming months, instead of just selling intelligence and providing warnings."

"You can think of this as a favor you owe me."

"can."

Shu Xi felt that he had no reason to refuse, so he readily agreed.

He took out a heavy sheepskin bag and shook it slightly, and the sound of coins colliding could be heard.

"The mountain range marked above is roughly located between the foot and the middle of the mountain, on the shady side of the ridge."

Rick handed over a parchment scroll that he had prepared in advance.

It was a map that Rick had purchased in advance from a professional cartographer from the Chamber of Commerce. Its accuracy and quality were far beyond the reach of Xilia's rough and simple street stall map.

Earl Kersroy governs dozens of cities, main roads and branches of the kingdom, trade routes, villages and even famous mountains and rivers.

Except for a few dangerous areas, all the mountains are clearly presented on it in great detail.

Even without a distance ruler, it is still impossible to measure the distance between two landmarks according to the map.

Rick's markings are also clear enough.

……

Thunderstone City, South Side, 26th Block near the slums.

In a damp, dimly lit narrow alley, a man in a black robe with centipede-like scars on his face took a bottle of light yellow, clear liquid from the girl.

He was very experienced and carefully lifted the bottle mouth to a position close to himself and Anya Si before pulling out the cork that sealed the bottle mouth.

He held it like this, his eyes never leaving the young brown-haired girl, making sure that no matter what happened to An Yasi, she would not be out of his control.

Until a long while later.

Only after he was sure that there was nothing wrong with his body did he carefully put the mouth of the bottle to the tip of his nose.

A light scent, similar to the fragrance of marguerite flowers, and also like a mixture of various plant juices, passed through his sense of smell and entered his mind.

The man was very familiar with this smell, but he still had doubts and decided to conduct further tests.

He used his dominant hand to pull out a bright white dagger from under his black robe.

Seeing the other party draw his weapon without saying a word, the nervous Anya Si screamed and moved a few steps to the side, as if she was about to turn around and run away the next moment.

But the purpose of her coming here and the man's voice stopped her from taking a step forward.

"Calm down, daughter of Quinlaire."

"If I wanted to attack you, I wouldn't have to calmly show my knife and threaten you like those thugs did."

The man spoke calmly, while expressionlessly cutting his hand that was holding the potion.

His technique was very steady. The wound was not deep, but it was obvious. Blood slowly seeped out of his arm, and the bright red liquid slid down and dripped into the puddles on the ground in the narrow alley.

Tick, tick... the sound was so soft that it was inaudible and was almost immediately covered by the voices of people outside the narrow passage.

The man quickly put away the dagger, transferred the pale yellow potion to his other hand, and then poured it on the bleeding wound.

Within a few seconds, the wound stopped bleeding.

The man with the scar on his face moved his cut arm a few times, and the wound opened again, but was quickly stopped.

After a few dozen seconds, a thick brown blood scab began to form on the wound, and it looked like it would heal completely in a few days.

This is certainly due to his extraordinary physique.

But only the user himself knows that the actual effect is more from the effect of the medicine.

This bottle of potion has obviously fallen into the category of magic potion.

"It is indeed similar to the Kreinleer modulation."

The scarred man observed everything that happened as if it had nothing to do with him, and said approvingly:

"As expected of Kernler's daughter."

"So I have passed the test of the Vander Gang?"

After confirming that the other party had no ill intentions, Anya Si asked carefully:

"You can understand that."

The man casually smashed the expensive glass bottle onto the ground and smiled, which he thought was kind but was actually more frightening:

"But that's not accurate. We hope you can take over your father's position, that is, the 'executor' like me."

“Rather than those low-level ‘employees’.”

"Those insignificant thugs and gangsters, of course, when you, Miss Yasi, have demonstrated your value to the Vander Gang, you can dispatch them at will, and even command the "executors" of the same level to a limited extent."

"This is the right that the 'listening officers' previously gave to Kinelay."

Suddenly, he paused and asked with interest:

"But I don't understand. Kernler should be strongly against you entering this world. The fur shop and the inheritance that Kernler may leave behind are enough for you to have a happy family, a caring husband, and a wonderful life."

"Why would you risk your life and go against your will for the sake of your father who cares about you?"

The man's eyes flashed with cunning and playful light as he looked at the girl who was leaning against the wall and looked reserved.

——Although he is young and more immature in dealing with things than his peers in the slums, Anya Si is at least not a stupid person.

Perhaps, for Kernler, he had some complaints about his father's private decisions about his life, but there was no need for him to choose this most dangerous path out of rebellion.

If it was stupidity, the response An Yasi would get when he found him and proposed to join would only be a rejection, not an introduction.

The man believed that he still had some friendship with Kernler.

He was once saved by Kinele and was an old colleague of his. He personally dragged the other's daughter into the gang and watched her being eaten up by the gang.

If I ask my conscience, I feel a little guilty about it.

So, at this moment, Anya's answer seems much more interesting.

What exactly is the reason.

It would take a sane citizen to give up a life of ease and choose to join a slum gang that is constantly engaged in criminal activities and could be cleared out at any time with a bounty notice posted on Earl Ridge.

"Because I don't want to be a mediocre person all my life. I don't want to be a wife who only does laundry, cooking, and looking after the shop beside her husband. I don't want to be someone's... accessory to having children."

"I know what my father means, but I won't accept it!"

The executor's smile grew wider.

"You have great ambition. Anya is a young lady. Many members of the gang joined with similar ideals and reluctance to their fate. I believe you will be able to fit in quickly."

The executioner stretched out the hand that had just held the bright white dagger.

"I hope so."

An Yasi, who didn't notice anything wrong, shook hands with the other party:

"When do I need the first batch of doses?"

"Recently, the Snow Gang's relationship with us has not been very pleasant. We need a lot of this potion. 100 bottles and 60 gold coins. Once you are ready, just go and knock on the door of residence number 16 in block 15."

"Boom"

The executioner pulled the cork of another bottle of potion he had been carrying, and a fishy, ​​inexplicably pungent smell spread from it into the narrow alley where the two were.

He poured all of the pungent-smelling potion into the puddle of water mixed with his blood and the light yellow potion.

This was followed by a disgusting smell, like the rotting corpse of some large animal.

"Let me confirm with you one last time, the gang's rules."

“First, don’t have any doubts about the tasks given by the gang.

Second, complete the gang's instructions and demonstrate your value.

Third, don’t betray the gang.”

"Don't take chances with gang retaliation. That's my personal advice."