Treasure Hunter x Ruin Hunter

Snap.

Inside the VIP cabin, Moro closed the promotional brochure for the Gugan Jade Great Country.

While this brochure appeared to be advertising famous tourist attractions, it was actually listing numerous precautions for travelers.

However, for Moro, both the introductions to various regions and the reminders for outsiders were quite useful.

After reading the brochure, he even developed some interest in the Gugan Jade Great Country, a place he had never set foot in before.

This continent, where a monarchy still persisted, had seen the rise and fall of numerous nations during its era of warring states.

Even now, these nations that once graced the historical stage had left behind their unique traces in the form of ruins, tombs, ancient artifacts, treasures, and documents.

From a historical development perspective, the Gugan Jade Great Country and the Kakin Nation were very similar.

Both nations originated during the era of warring states, persisting through seemingly endless wars of annexation to reach the present day, and both had always been ruled by monarchs.

However, the Kakin Nation was ostensibly moving towards democracy, while the Gugan Jade Great Country showed no intention of changing in this regard.

Moro wasn't concerned with the history of these two behemoths.

Most outsiders would see various museums and excavated ruins in the Gugan Jade Great Country's tourism brochures.

But Moro saw the artifacts from different eras displayed in museums and the various unearthed ancient objects within the ruins.

More accurately, he saw the Nen that might be attached to these objects.

Interestingly...

In the laws of both the Gugan Jade Great Country and the Kakin Nation, the penalty for grave robbing started at a minimum of a hundred years, with the maximum being the death penalty.

Despite such strict laws, the number of grave robbers sent to the execution ground each year was still not small.

This also indicated the depth of historical sites and tombs in the Gugan Jade Great Country and the Kakin Nation, enough to make grave robbers risk their lives and flock to them.

In fact, even if the two great nations tried their best to prevent this, they couldn't stop certain grave robbers who used Nen abilities to commit crimes.

Sometimes, the existence of Nen abilities was an unreasonable variable.

After Moro learned this information, to be honest, it would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted.

He had these thoughts and ideas not because of his inherent professional characteristics, nor for the immense profits involved, but purely out of the need to recharge his Growth Ring.

However, he wondered if, one day, he couldn't control his impulses and acted upon a certain ruin, would someone named Ging descend from the heavens to bring him to justice?

Moro chuckled and shook his head, placing the promotional brochure on the side table.

Starting with his thoughts on tombs and ruins, he then thought of Kan Kai's profession—

Treasure Hunter and Bodyguard Hunter.

In the realm of Professional Hunters, dual professions were not uncommon.

This was because in the rating system for Professional Hunters, advancing from two stars to the highest three stars required the rated individual to achieve significant accomplishments in multiple fields.

Based on this rating criterion, Professional Hunters aiming for three stars would consciously delve into two professional fields.

Moro was somewhat interested in Treasure Hunters, and also Ruin Hunters...

These two professions, in a sense, legalized the act of grave robbing and excavating ruins.

Although legalized professions had many restrictions on their actions, for Moro, who had no need to profit from them, they were more suited to fulfilling his need to recharge his Growth Ring.

"Speaking of which, the commission that Kan Kai took..."

The image of that heavily disguised woman flashed through Moro's mind.

Requesting escort from the Twelve Zodiacs likely meant the client was facing immense danger.

But why didn't they take the land route?

That should have been the more secure option.

Could it be that they were restricted in some way, forcing them to choose airships as a mode of transportation?

For Moro, the specific reason was irrelevant.

What mattered was that he was sharing an airship with such an unstable factor...

If the people who wanted to harm that woman were insane enough to blow up the entire airship, wouldn't that be the end of him?

Although the airport security measures were quite thorough, there was no guarantee against variables like Nen abilities.

Even without Nen abilities, they could directly target the airship's captain...

Suddenly considering the potential impact of unstable factors, Moro instinctively looked out at the night sky.

Getting off now... it was too late.

Somewhere on the airship.

Squeak—

The brushstroke landed on the waxed board, emitting a slightly sharp sound.

Under the soft light, a man in overalls was squatting on the ground, holding a brush and drawing on the floor with extreme seriousness and slowness.

With every stroke, it was as if he was pouring immense power into it.

The scratching of the pen against the ground created a series of sounds.

"Alright."

The man in the work clothes retracted his pen, breathing slightly heavily as he spoke.

On the ground in front of him were rows of peculiar symbols, combined in a specific pattern to form black designs resembling electronic circuitry.

Standing beside him was a woman with her hair tied up, wearing a bar uniform.

"Muer, how many more places?"

The woman with her hair tied up glanced at the patterns on the ground.

The man called Muer steadied his breathing and replied, "Two."

"Can you do it?"

The woman with her hair tied up then stared directly at Muer, awaiting a definitive answer.

Muer's eyelids twitched as he put his pen away. "The most difficult part of Divine Script is that the writing process is time-consuming and strenuous, and it consumes a great deal of mental energy. Especially when applied to Nen space-related requirements, it becomes even more challenging. However, for me, it's not a problem."

"So, can you do it?"

The woman with her hair tied up frowned, her gaze subtly flicking to Muer's still rising and falling chest.

She just needed a definite answer.

Muer looked at the woman with her hair tied up, a little exasperated, and affirmed, "I can, but to be safe, the remaining two places... I'll have to wait until midnight."

"Then I'm going back. I've been out for too long."

The woman with her hair tied up took out her phone, which was buzzing.

It was currently the peak business hours for the airship bar, and her ability to leave her post at this time, disguised as a bar server, was entirely due to the ambiguous relationship she had deliberately cultivated with the manager.

Glancing at the manager's name displayed on her phone screen, the woman with her hair tied up casually tossed the phone into her pocket and then headed back towards the bar.

After walking a few steps, the woman with her hair tied up suddenly stopped and looked back at her companion in the work clothes.

"Muer."

"Hm?"

Muer looked at the woman with her hair tied up.

The woman with her hair tied up said calmly, "The Prince said our lives are more important than completing the mission."

"Hm?"

A flicker of confusion crossed Muer's eyes.

The woman with her hair tied up continued, "But we can't think like that. We must kill the Third Princess here. This will be a crucial step."

"You don't need to remind me."

Muer shrugged upon hearing this.

The woman with her hair tied up's gaze suddenly turned sharp.

"A few trash mobs think they can use petty tricks like poisoning to assassinate the Third Princess. But this also indicates that other princes have extended their reach. Their interference has caused us to lose our advantage of 'hiding,' so be prepared to pay with your life."

Having said that, the woman with her hair tied up habitually stared directly at Muer.

"This also means... we have to act before the airship reaches the transfer supply station."

"..."

"Let's disembark when the airship lands to refuel..."

Moro gazed at the night sky outside the window.

Just in case, he preferred to waste a little more time rather than face the risk of being caught up in it.

Although, this might be him overthinking things