In a certain town in the north, at the Hunter Tavern.
With a creak, two tall and burly men pushed open the door and stepped into the lively tavern.
The noisy tavern immediately fell silent. The people present subconsciously turned to look at the two of them. When they saw that the two guests were dressed like mutant beast hunters, they regained their liveliness and curiously sized up the two unfamiliar hunters.
One carried a spear on his back and had long, flowing hair. The other carried a huge ax and had… no hair.
It was Barong and Weiss.
They arrived at the bar. The tavern owner was chatting with a familiar hunter. When he saw the two approaching, he nodded and greeted them.
“The two hunters are from elsewhere, right? What do you want to drink? Or do you want to find some work?”
“Two cups of Northern Fire… Also, have you found any clues about mutant beasts or hunters recently?”
Weiss sat down with ease and knocked on the bar.
When the tavern owner heard this, he took out a booklet from the table drawer and handed it to the two of them. Inside was the latest information on hunters.
Weiss took it and flipped through it while Barong watched in silence.
At this moment, a hunter drinking beside them turned to look at the two of them and casually spoke.
“Are you two freelance hunters?”
Barong had been suffering from autism recently and did not speak.
However, Weiss responded with a nod, “I guess.”
This person carefully sized up the two of them and suddenly smiled, “You’re from White Plains Town, right?”
Weiss and Barong turned to stare at him.
Seeing this, the hunter laughed, “Don’t be surprised. We all know what happened in White Plains Town. Most of the hunters have run away. You’re not the first to visit our town.”
Upon hearing this, Barong and Weiss had mixed feelings. They felt that good news never left the house, while bad news spread far and wide.
Although the efficiency of information transmission was extremely low, news of a Mutant Beast Hunter assassinating a Lord had long spread after over half a year. Hunters who ran away from White Plains Town would be pointed at and watched by others.
If they were not involved, they could have happily treated it as a topic of conversation, but now, they did not want to mention it at all.
Their good friend Jason was buried in this storm. The greatest suspect, Lutt, was still safe and sound. The Empire did not deal with him. Every time they thought of this sad past, they would feel indignant.
At this moment, both of them were silent and did not respond.
However, the hunter did not notice it and continued in excitement.
“Speaking of which, that guy called Jason really did something sensational. Why didn’t any hunters attempt to kill the Lords like him in the past? Now, even the Lords of our town were suspicious for a period of time. Originally, we hunters could enter the city as we pleased, but we had to be interrogated during that period of time.”
“If you don’t do anything wrong, you won’t be afraid.” Barong’s tone was neutral.
During the days when the two of them left White Plains Town, they also discovered the impact of Jason’s incident. Many hunters felt that they had a common enemy, but some people felt that this was ruining the image of the hunters.
He did not know if it was a good or bad thing.
At this moment, a hunter at the side interrupted and sighed with emotion. “However, that guy called Jason is really powerful. I heard that he only done his First Enhancement, but he killed six to seven Mutant Blood Warriors alone. What an unbelievable battle record. If he was still alive, he might have become a big shot.”
Barong: “...”
The more they spoke, the more hurtful it was!
Sensing that Barong’s expression was not right, Weiss hurriedly pressed down on his shoulder and whispered, “Calm down, calm down…”
He still remembered that at that time, Barong had picked up his ax and was about to rush to the Lord’s Mansion. It was only after a group of hunters persuaded him that he was stopped. Weiss was afraid that Barong would be agitated and impulsively run back to try and slash someone.
Seeing this, the tavern owner joined in, “By the way, something seems to have happened in White Plains recently. I heard that someone kidnapped the Lord of White Plains from the heavily guarded castle. Later on, the guards discovered the Lord in the forest, killed.”
Barong and Weiss froze at his words.
Someone killed Lutt?
The heavens opened their eyes!
The two of them looked at each other and saw surprise in each other’s eyes.
“Who did this?” Barong asked eagerly.
“I’m not sure. The murderer didn’t leave his name, nor was he caught. No one knows his identity. I only heard that his strength reached the Third Enhancement.” The tavern owner shrugged.
Barong and Weiss looked at each other.
“Could it be our former companions from White Plains?” Weiss whispered.
“Not likely. None of them have been enhanced three times, and none of them intended to kill Lutt.”
Barong shook his head, secretly excited.
He did not know if this mysterious murderer had attacked Lutt out of righteous indignation or some other personal grudge… But no matter what, this mysterious person had done what he wanted to do. He even wanted to thank him.
When he suddenly heard the news of Lutt’s death, Barong felt the pent-up anger in his chest dissipate as though it had been vented. He felt comfortable from head to toe.
At this moment, Weiss’s eyes darted around. “Do you think this murderer is someone Jason used to know?”
“That’s… hard to say.”
Barong froze, suddenly remembering Jason’s rather mysterious background and surname.
During their time together, Jason had always been secretive about this. He never talked about it much and made it quite mysterious.
Barong had only learned the family motto of the Wood family from Griff—to die a worthy death without regrets!
With such a family motto… their entire family should be all fierce people, right?