Just This?

Eight enemies—seven had been killed by bullets.

Anyone examining the bodies would notice it.

Anyone would be curious and ask about it.

Wu Heng wore this weapon without deliberately concealing it, and this was a good opportunity to inform the deacon as well.

Ortluk was also reminding him.

There was no need to answer certain private questions.

The Adventurer's Guild differed from the Guard Squad. Weapons and items were personally equipped and counted as private property.

Moreover, those who spent years carrying out missions outside all had a few trump cards. They would not casually tell others about those trump cards.

Who knew whether what you revealed today might get you killed tomorrow?

That was why Ortluk had specifically reminded him before leaving: if he did not want to say it, he did not have to.

"Alright." Wu Heng nodded and walked out of the room.

Deacon's Study.

After lightly knocking on the door and receiving a response, Wu Heng entered.

Three people sat inside the bright, tidy study.

Yazde, the Guild's deacon, sat behind the desk. He was still dressed in a dark formal suit, looking like an old gentleman.

On the sofa sat Vice Deacon Slyther and an old acquaintance, Moira—the woman from Town Hall who had made him sign the Necromancy Restriction Act.

He had not expected her to be here today as well.

The two women sat opposite one another, their expressions stern. Their relationship did not seem very good.

Seeing Wu Heng enter, Yazde smiled. "Our outstanding member is here. Find yourself a seat."

Wu Heng glanced at the available seats and sat in the chair beside Slyther.

After all, they belonged to the same Guild, unlike those from Blackstone Town.

Once Wu Heng was seated,

Yazde introduced her. "This is Lady Moira, who handles Blackstone Town's municipal affairs."

"Lady Moira, it has been a long time." Wu Heng greeted her with a smile.

"At Town Hall, I often hear news about you. On behalf of Town Hall, I thank your squad for what you did yesterday," Moira replied.

She was probably referring to the Divine Punishment Cult Elder they had killed yesterday.

If they had not killed those Divine Punishment Cult members and allowed them to wreak havoc in the city, the consequences would have been severe.

"You know each other?" Yazde asked in surprise.

"We met at Town Hall," Moira answered directly.

"Mm." Yazde nodded and continued, "Wu Heng, there is something we need to confirm with you."

"Alright, Deacon. Please go ahead."

"Of the eight bodies, seven died in the same manner. Was that your doing?" Yazde went straight to the point.

"Yes," Wu Heng answered.

"How did you do it?"

"With a weapon that can attack from a certain distance."

"Can we have a look?"

"Sure." Wu Heng took the handgun from his waist and showed it to the three of them.

All three widened their eyes and stared at the black handgun in his hand.

"Just this?" Yazde asked in surprise.

"Mm. It is a weapon developed in my hometown."

"Let me see." Moira held out her hand.

Wu Heng did not hand it over. Shaking his head, he said, "Sorry, this is a weapon I rely on to stay alive. It would not be convenient to let others inspect it up close."

This world even had trains, detonators, and Poison Smoke Grenades. Who knew what inspiration his weapon might give this world, causing firearms to advance by leaps and bounds?

If all kinds of guns were truly developed, his advantage in this world would be gone.

So, Wu Heng planned to explain his weapon, but he did not intend to let them study it in detail.

Just as Ortluk had reminded him, some things could be said, while others could not.

Moira looked toward Yazde.

Yazde smiled helplessly. "The Guild will not force its members to provide their own techniques or secrets."

At its core, the Adventurer's Guild was simply a group of adventurers gathered together.

If it forced everything upon its members, it would never have grown to its current scale.

"Fine." Moira looked somewhat disappointed, but she still said, "Did you develop this weapon? Blackstone Town can order some. The price is negotiable."

"Sorry, I did not develop these."

"Mm, then forget it. Your weapon is quite lethal. I hope you keep it carefully and do not lose it or use it casually. If similar casualties occur, it may bring you trouble." Moira's tone turned stern again.

She was reminding him that deaths caused by this weapon would be easy to identify.

Moreover, he was currently the only person in the city known to possess such a weapon. If someone was killed or injured, he would be the first person they investigated.

"I understand. I will follow the rules."

Seeing the atmosphere in the room grow increasingly tense,

Yazde continued, "Alright, we only wanted to confirm the cause of death. As long as it can be proven that your Fourth Squad killed them, that is enough."

"Mm."

"You may go back now. Rest and recover properly."

Wu Heng nodded and stood. After bidding the three farewell, he left the study.

Back in the lounge,

Ortluk and Cavina were chatting.

When they saw Wu Heng return, Ortluk asked, "How did it go?"

"Moira from Town Hall was there. She asked about my weapon, but did not say much else." Wu Heng sat down nearby.

"The Guild does not concern itself with such matters. You must keep your own abilities, weapons, and items confidential," Ortluk continued.

"I understand, Captain."

With that matter settled, it was time to distribute the rewards from yesterday.

Ortluk said, "This mission counts as our squad resolving a crisis in Blackstone Town. We received praise from both Town Hall and the deacon, and the bounty for this operation has been increased. Each person will receive one High-Grade Item."

A high-grade reward. Both Cavina and Wu Heng were delighted.

Rewards of this level were not something ordinary missions offered the chance to obtain.

Yet they were included in this reward.

Seeing that his members were fairly satisfied with the rewards, Ortluk smiled as well. His gaze then fell on the coffee table before him. "These are all yesterday's spoils. According to Guild rules, since we killed them ourselves, the spoils will be divided by our squad. I exchanged some ordinary weapons and armor for money through the Guild. The rest is all here."

The spoils were divided into several categories.

Weapons and armor, grenades and scrolls, and several fist-sized money pouches.

Wu Heng's gaze first fell on the wooden staff at the top, its brown surface patterned with silver designs.

He had not paid much attention to it at the time. It seemed to be what the black-robed man capable of controlling crows had used.

Witch Arrow Elm Silver Staff

(Description: This staff grants its user the ability to cast the Witch Arrow Spell, while reducing the user's mental energy consumption when casting.)

A staff with an innate spell?