"Have another drink." Catherine rested her chin with one hand and said lazily.
"After finishing this glass, there are three more glasses left." Ren continued to pour another glass, and the aroma of red wine overflowed.
Catherine didn't react for a moment: "What?"
"Your quota is almost used up." Ren explained calmly.
"Fake! Didn't I increase the price and ask for information during this period?"
"The last thing you drank was the Crimson Moon of 282, so you have some idea. If Farolland hadn't been the place of origin, you wouldn't have been able to drink this kind of wine with perfect taste." Ren explained, now it's the sixth year in the natural calendar. In 312 AD, vintage was secondary. The older the wine, the better.
Falorland has a pleasant climate and beautiful scenery. It is known as the "land of flowers and fruits". 282 was a good year in the century. The grapes in that year had high sweetness, acidity and flavor intensity, and perfect ripeness. With the harvest in that year The "Crimson Moon" brewed from the grapes is famous in all countries.
In fact, except for the rich woman Catherine, almost no one in the bar ordered this kind of wine. It’s not that Steve and Eisen couldn’t afford it, it was just a bit painful. Extraordinary people’s income is naturally very high, but their expenses are also a lot, almost There are many people who eat dirt.
"Okay, I won't drink anymore. I've been financially strapped recently." Catherine was unhappy. She was usually not short of money, but now she was seeking to be promoted. The prices of related potions and some scarce resources were high, just like a bottomless pit. There is not enough money to spend.
She waved to Ren, and the two walked out of the bar. The boss, 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 toward the suburbs. There were some crabapples planted on both sides of the road, with pink semi-double flowers in bright colors.
The two walked into a warehouse with an open door. The ground around them was surrounded by some old and dusty furniture. It was hard to imagine that this was 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 with great fanfare." Catherine explained with a smile, and led him up the innermost small staircase to the second floor, where the decoration A new look.
Several nanmu doors were carved with rose patterns, the texture was beautiful, and the fragrance was rich and lasting. Catherine directly opened 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 smoking!" The spacious room was filled with mist, and the visibility was no more than 5 meters. Catherine covered her nose and walked quickly He walked to the window and pushed open the blinds.
Ren frowned and waited until the smoke dispersed a bit before walking in. This was a living room, nearly a hundred square meters in size, with marble pavement.
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 the two walls.
There was an old man who was bald, thin, and wearing pince-nez, leaning on the table, holding a large pipe made of briar wood in his mouth, and he was puffing away smoke.
"I said, do you have to smoke these low-quality tobacco? Scholars of the natural school have studied that smoking is harmful to health. It is said that the lungs of dead smokers are 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?
Little girl, you don’t understand. What I smoke is not cigarettes, but loneliness. Life is full of bitterness and helplessness. I am chewing the tenderness and bitterness of life. "The beardless old man, nicknamed the Old Goat, lamented in an aria.
"Stop doing this, get down to business, I want to recommend a new person." Catherine said unceremoniously in an impatient tone.
"Haha, no problem, Catherine, where did you get this stupid bird from? Are you short of cannon fodder and bait recently?"
The skinny, balding old man sat up from the table, jumped back very nimbly, and sat firmly on the chair behind the table, looking at Ren.
"It's the young eagle, the awakened one. Not only can it achieve spiritual power out of the body, but it can also guarantee the killing effect within 10 meters." Catherine's voice changed a little, and there was a slight separation of the mass wall.
She has struggled for 7 years to achieve such strength, but now she can only achieve effective killing with psychic energy within 13 meters.
The old goat's expression became slightly solemn: "Haha, is that so? The potential is good. I've made a note of your introduction merits."
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: "Name?"
"Ryan Ackerman."
"Tsk, it sounds like the farmer's name." The old man curled his lips and muttered.
"Orion." Ren corrected him.
The old goat said happily: "Hey, this is good. A demon hunter is a hunter who specializes in hunting those demon cubs."
"gender?"
Ren stared at him without speaking.
"Okay, sir."
"age?"
"19 years old."
The old goat twitched and pointed at his glasses: "I only wear glasses to pretend to be a gentleman. I don't have a prescription! Young man, except for beauties, I am very accurate in judging the age of people. With your appearance, you are 15 years old!"
"19, I have a baby face." Ren said with an indifferent expression.
"Okay, you have the final say." The old goat was speechless, "Psychic type?"
"Colorless." Ren opened his eyes and lied.
"Hey, there's no color? It's a rare type." The old goat was a little surprised. Most people's psychic powers have special effects. For example, Catherine's crimson light.
After registering all the information, he put away the book, first opened the counter on the right, took out a beautifully shaped hunting pistol, and placed it on the long table.
The old goat introduced: "The Demon Hunter Pistol Type 6 leads the trend of the times and has been professionally responsible for headshots for 20 years! The demon bastards 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) 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, remove the handguard, take out the connecting shaft, and separate the barrel and grip. The structure is extremely simple: one barrel, one trigger, and one hammer, and there is almost no 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 rails for mounting any type of scope you like. "
The old goat pressed the small switch on the butt of the gun, pulled out the magazine, and discharged 7 rounds of bullets. The bullets had a silvery white luster and some runes were engraved on them.
"Silver, a magic hunting bullet engraved with holy script (a type of warlock rune), can be injected with spiritual energy to increase the bullet's lethality. 21 bullets are provided for free. Next time, there will be a charge." The old goat smiled. explain.
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 demon hunting ring, a token. The warlock runes in each ring are different.
The old goat opened the lower half of the counter on the left, which contained cold weapons: "Do you need it? Customization will cost extra."
"Here is a moon blade, about 70 centimeters in length, 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 and pulled out an extremely sharp demon-hunting knife with a thin blade and low curvature, which was close to the style of a horizontal knife.
"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." Old Goat He stretched out his dry palm and handed the knife to Ren.
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, which contained a golden liquid.
"Welfare, a treatment only available to those who are born awakened."
Ren 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 he uses the breathing method, he will absorb the free spiritual energy particles in the air and convert them into the energy of the stars. Now the fighting energy in his body seems to also have spiritual properties.
Looking at the hesitant Ren, Catherine, who was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, said with a smile: "Prudence is a good thing. This is a natural source and the most widely used first-class potion. Purchase it from the Natural School. The best of its kind, even the Holy Water of the Church is inferior by three points.
If you don’t want to drink it, you can give it to me, and my sister can sleep with you. "
"Don't worry, it has been used for more than 2,000 years. If there was any problem, I would have drank it to death. As for the seepage material, it is impossible. Even if you add a little more water, it will not be shiny." The old goat explained .
Ren unscrewed the test tube stopper and took a careful lick, his tongue trembling slightly, as if every cell in his body was conveying hunger, and the fighting spirit in his body became active.
Without hesitation, he drank it in one gulp, um, lemon flavor. After a while, a cool feeling 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. The amount of fighting energy has also increased significantly, which is equivalent to a month of practice.
He narrowed his eyes. It was such a good thing that he wanted to snatch it away. If there were a lot of "natural sources", becoming stronger quickly would not be a dream.
"How about it, do you still want it? If you want it, just do the task. As long as you don't die, you will have everything you need." The old goat followed the instructions.
Ren rolled his eyes. He had heard from Steve that demon hunters were one of the supernatural professions with the highest casualty rate.
