the next day.

early morning.

Horn, the old hunter and several villagers were walking on the forest path. Horn was going home, while the old hunter and others were going to the town to dispose of the goods at hand. Both sides were on the same road.

"Fur is taken to high-end tailor shops. Those superb tailors are often generous. They will process the fur into luxury goods and sell it to nobles or big merchants at a high price..., and take the eyes of the underground wolf to the alchemy shop..." The villagers carried the little wolf cub for Horn, and Horn guided the old hunters all the way to maximize their interests.

Three hours later, the group arrived in Lujiao Town.

Amid the thanks from the villagers, Horn carried the basket and headed straight to the Adventurer Guild. He went straight to the counter and handed the cloth bag containing the goblin's ears to the staff together with the Adventurer certificate.

"Hello, exchange for the bounty."

The staff poured out the goblin ears in the bag, and the goblin ears were piled up on the table, and all the adventurers in the hall looked sideways.

A single goblin is not worth mentioning, but there are so many goblins that are not something that ordinary people can deal with.

Suddenly, the staff found an extra large ear among the ears of many goblins.

"Bear Goblin?!"

You should know that the bears are as energetic as bears, and only mid-level professionals dare to say that they are winning steadily. In addition, there are so many goblin ears appearing at the same time, everyone infers that this is a small goblin tribe led by bear goblins.

It's nothing great to destroy a small goblin tribe, but it's great to kill most of the tribe members. After all, goblins are creatures that change their powers when they see the wind. When they see the enemy unable to compete, they will collapse and run away in all directions.

The staff couldn't help but look up at the adventurer in front of them and unconsciously used a respectful word: "Did you kill them all?"

"no."

Everyone showed a natural expression. It would be too exaggerated if the young man in front of him killed the entire goblin tribe alone.

Horn didn't want to show off and took out the ragged elder's skull from the basket: "It's settled together."

Seeing the old goblin's head, the staff became much calmer this time. He took the goblin elder's head: "Please wait."

As he said that, the staff took their heads and entered an internal area that was not allowed to enter by non-staff members.

Horn knew that he was going to detect the elemental energy concentration in the Goblin Elder's skull to distinguish the authenticity. This was a necessary process. After all, it was impossible to just bring an old Goblin's head, and the Adventurer Guild would give a bounty of up to five gold coins.

After a while, the staff came back and counted the goblin's ears.

"Sir, there are eleven gold coins and one silver coins in total. Do you see the amount right?"

"Yes, I also found an entrance to the dark area. Please see if there are any relevant records."

"This is beyond my ability. I'll take you to see the Osdi manager."

Horn followed the staff to the management office and met the manager Osdi behind the desk. He was a middle-aged man with a mustache. His clothes were not wrinkled at all, and he looked smart and capable.

After explaining the purpose of the visit, the staff left.

"Hello, young and promising adventurer, I am the manager of the Adventurers Guild in Deer Antlers, named Osdy Shuppton," said the manager, with his five fingers in his right hand and bowing slightly with his heart.

This is a ritual of showing good deeds and a test.

In this world, only nobles, professionals and descendants of professionals can have surnames. If Horn reports to his family, the manager with more knowledge can infer whether the visitor has a big background.

But he was destined to not test any useful information.

"I'm Horn," Horn bowed.

Although Horn only said his name, his rituals were standard and smooth, and manager Auston saw that he had received formal etiquette training.

A young man who does not want to reveal his identity has a good temperament, etiquette, and no calluses on his hands. He is fundamentally different from ordinary rude adventurers, and is more likely to be a noble.

As he made a judgment in his heart, the smile on Manager Auston's face became brighter.

"Mr. Horn, please wait, I'll look for the map," he lowered his head and searched for the documents.

The moment Manager Auston lowered his head, a trace of cunning flashed in Horn's eyes.

"Finished," Manager Auston took out a map and spread it flat on the desktop.

Horn glanced at it and found that the map was much more detailed than the one in his hand, and it was marked with various marks. This is the internal map of the Adventurers Guild. Although it is not a secret, it is also of great value.

He took out his map and handed it to the Auston Manager, and then compared the two maps with Auston Manager.

"Sorry, the entrance to this dark area has been marked."

"It's okay," Horn added in his mind: I've remembered all the information on this map.

"Mr. Horn, do you mind telling the specific story of the adventure? I will pay you according to the value of the news."

This is the benefit of Horn's show-off. Within the scope permitted by the rules, Manager Auston was happy to show kindness to him.

“I’m happy to contribute to the human adventure.”

Horn was happy, but the expression on his face was as calm as ever. He paused and organized a speech: "A group of goblins ran out of the dark area, including the goblin elders and bear goblins. They even captured an underground wolf, which had four cubs."

"The goblin tribe and the underground wolf ran out of that dark area. The news is worth three gold coins. This is the limit of my authority," Manager Auston smiled to Horn. Suddenly, his face froze.

"Wait! Cubs?! Mr. Horn, you just said Cubs?!"

"That's right, the rare extraordinary beast in the dark area - the cubs of the underground wolf, and there are four," Horn raised the four little wolf cubs to the desk, lifting the black cloth to reveal the sleeping wolf cubs.

Manager Auston stood up excitedly, looked at the little wolf cub in the basket, and showed an excited expression on his face.

A hint of doubt flashed in Horn's eyes. The manager had to show it a little, unless he needed the cub.

"Sir, are you selling this cub?" Manager Auston also noticed his disobedience and adjusted his expression: "To be honest, my child is studying the warrior profession at Patch City Vocational College, and he just misses a mount."

Horn suddenly realized that Patch City was the administrative center of the Eastern Province of the Pompeii Empire where Deer Antlers is located, and it is located in the only professional education college in the entire province.

The resources of professionals in this world are almost monopolized by aristocrats and major organizations. The nobles use blood as the umbilical cord to form interest groups, while major organizations use interests and ideas as their spiritual core. They absorb civilian geniuses and inject fresh blood into the organization, thereby maintaining the interests and transcendent status of the organization.

The College of Vocational Education is the empire for those who are not talented and have a wealthy family. The tuition fee is expensive, but it is one of the few channels for growth and is relatively safe.

As for the relatively unsafe one, it is the path Horn is walking. The Adventurer Guild opens the right to purchase goods to adventurers step by step, seducing adventurers to solve various troubles.

Of course, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to take risks, and occasionally adventure can bring huge wealth and reputation, which is incomparable.

For example, this time, Horn harvested four extraordinary beast cubs with the strength of a magic apprentice, which was a blast of luck.

"I'm planning to take three cubs, but I hope I can change the way of trading."
Chapter completed!