Sorcerer

Adventurers' Guild.

When Soren entered, it was bustling with activity. Quite a few merchants were gathered there, preparing to have someone with high prestige initiate a joint effort, pooling their strength to get through. If the road remained blocked, the goods in their hands would rot there. Some goods, once they missed their window, would result in a complete loss. If the road was closed for one or two months, they wouldn't even have time to return to their hometowns. After winter set in, many places would be covered in ice and snow, making passage impossible.

The roads in this world were still very primitive. Even in areas with human activity, roads were opened up, but the ice and snow that came with winter could block many people. In his previous life, due to global warming, there were few snow disasters, but in this relatively primitive world, winter was a time when people were rarely seen. Even in the south, heavy snow could reach a depth of over twenty centimeters. With such depth, a single step would sink almost to the knee, making it impossible for large carts and horses to pass. (Knowledge [Geography])

The bulletin board still displayed the Rank B quest bounty.

Although Soren really wanted to take on this quest and tell them the reason for the situation, he knew he simply didn't have the strength to earn that money.

Putting aside how he would prove that he knew there was a dragon there, and an Ancient Red Dragon at that.

Just the suspicion that would arise after they believed him would be enough to attract unnecessary trouble. The people at the Adventurers' Guild wouldn't easily believe that a Rank 2 Thief could obtain such important information. His strength wasn't even enough to get through the monster horde outside. The completion process for this kind of quest had to be roughly recorded. Soren didn't even know the terrain there, so how could he fabricate a flawless lie?

The merchants were still arguing. They wanted to pool their money to hire people, and they also wanted to ask influential big merchants to jointly petition White Horse City for aid, requesting them to directly send troops to clear out the monsters there. The monsters that had been driven out from their original gathering place had occupied many areas, cutting off not only the trade routes but also White Horse City's supplies.

"Incompetent bureaucratic nobles!"

Soren turned his head and glanced, his gaze sweeping over the young merchant complaining nearby, then walked towards the outside of the guild.

In a short time.

This group of people wouldn't be able to come up with a feasible idea. Now it depended on whether White Horse City would take action.

In every city, there were some places that couldn't see the light of day.

These places had inconspicuous signs. If you weren't involved in the gray areas, it would be difficult to find those dark corners in the small alleys. Soren weaved through the dirty alleys, a smell of urine permeating the air. Even in a place like White Horse City, dirt and stench were unavoidable. Many residents would directly pour their chamber pots from the window onto the street. In other words, if you weren't careful early in the morning, you might get a full shower.

Soren quickly arrived in front of an iron door. There was a crossed knife mark on the door, with a snake carved below it.

Clang, clang, clang.

He reached out and knocked on the door. A slit opened in the door frame, and the guard looked at him coldly, saying in a deep voice, "Who?"

"Shadows are everywhere," Soren said calmly.

The heavy door quickly opened. The guard glanced behind him, then invited him inside.

The space inside was very spacious, with a large number of weapons displayed, though most were ordinary equipment, including prohibited items like heavy crossbows.

Many things with considerable lethality were prohibited items and military weapons.

Regular weapon shops simply couldn't sell them. The things Soren wanted to buy were even more restricted, so he had to go through some gray channels.

"What do you want?" a man with a gloomy expression walked out.

Soren glanced at him, then looked around and said, "Poison. Wyvern venom."

"And a heavy crossbow, the bolts need to be poisoned too."

The gloomy man stared at him for a moment, then turned and sat down on a chair, crossing his legs and saying, "These things aren't cheap."

"Do you have enough money?"

Soren took out a heavy money bag and weighed it in his hand, saying in a deep voice, "120 Gold Thalers. I want undiluted venom, don't try to fool me with inferior products."

This was a lesson learned from experience. He had bought plenty of diluted venom before.

"Deal."

The cold man pondered for a moment, then opened a drawer and took out a thumb-sized bottle, which he threw directly into Soren's hand. He said in a deep voice, "If you're not afraid of death, test the goods yourself."

Soren reached out to catch it, pulled out the stopper, and sniffed. He quickly put the stopper back on and threw the money pouch in his hand over.

Wyvern venom.

It was the most potent poison obtainable through conventional means in the early stages, and also the most commonly used poison by Assassins. Applying poison wasn't as simple as just smearing it on; many poisons would quickly evaporate upon contact with air. Wyvern venom was one of the most stable, and when applied to a weapon, its toxicity could last for one or two days.

To deal with some troublesome enemies, Thieves had to rely on other methods!

"Come with me."

After the cold man took the money pouch and counted it, he gave a look and said, "The weapon you want is in the back."

The other party quickly produced a heavy crossbow, along with thirty dark green bolts. These bolts were soaked in venom during their production, and the toxicity had already permeated them. They were quite lethal to ordinary people and could inflict decent damage on professionals. Regular weapon shops only sold ordinary equipment; this kind of item couldn't be obtained through conventional channels.

"Thirty Gold Thalers."

The cold man tossed the heavy crossbow over for inspection, then said, "Is there anything else you need? I have quite a few good things in my shop."

Soren took the heavy crossbow, assembled it, and then put it away. He said, "Do you have any alchemical products?"

The cold man's expression stiffened. After a pause, he said, "If that stuff gets out, it will cause big trouble. You won't even need to wait for the Church to act; the city guards will conduct a large-scale search."

Alchemical weapons were strictly controlled.

Soren wasn't surprised. He paid for the heavy crossbow and then said, "That's all I need."

After Soren left, a guard nearby glanced at him and leaned over, saying, "Boss. What's the background of that guy just now?"

"We just do business, we don't care about his background." The cold man played with a Gold Thaler between his fingers and said in a deep voice, "Maybe he's from the Shadow Mask, or maybe the Night Brotherhood."

"None of these Rogues are peaceful."

After Soren bought what he wanted, he hurried towards the inn.

But before he even got close, he felt that the atmosphere was wrong. There were quite a few White Horse City guards nearby. He covered his weapon with his clothes and quickly ran towards the inn where he was staying.

Many people were gathered around, and there were also some unfriendly faces.

Something had happened!

Soren's face instantly turned very ugly. He put his hand on his scimitar, and a surge of killing intent emanated from him.

But someone suddenly grabbed him.

He looked somewhat familiar, likely one of the caravan guards. He came over and quickly pulled Soren, saying, "Vivian is fine."

"The little girl is very smart."

"After the incident, she found us. She's at the caravan's station now. The master sent me to find you."

Soren immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked around with lingering fear, frowning as he glanced at the innkeeper in the distance who was explaining to the White Horse City guards. He turned around and followed the caravan guard away.

He would deal with this matter when he returned. The most important thing now was to ensure Vivian's safety.

Soren walked quickly.

so much so that the caravan guard had to jog to keep up. The two quickly arrived at the caravan's station within White Horse City. Because the Northland Witch had considerable strength, they had a dedicated independent courtyard and shops near the prosperous area here. The Guard Captain nodded when he saw Soren. Their relationship had become much closer after selling the Digging Worm's shell. If Soren hadn't been in a hurry to leave, he would have invited him for a drink.

After all, the profit of 1500 Gold Thalers had also earned them a lot of money.

"The Mistress is inside."

The Guard Captain pointed to the room behind them and said, "The little girl is very smart. After something happened at the inn and she couldn't find you, she immediately came back along the original route to find us."

"I didn't expect a little girl who is only eight years old to have such a good memory. I've been here several times and sometimes I still don't know the way."

"She's in the Mistress's room. We can't go in."

"Be careful what you say."

"The Mistress seems to be in a bad mood today."

Soren nodded in thanks, then took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and walked in.

"Brother!"

Vivian, who was sitting on a chair in a daze, saw Soren and immediately pounced on him. Soren reached out and picked her up, gently patting her back and saying, "It's okay. I'm back."

"Tell me what happened?"

The little girl had already changed into clean clothes. The pure white dress she wore made her look like a little princess. The mysterious caravan mistress sat on a lounge chair in the room. Seeing Soren, her expression was serious, and she frowned, saying, "Vivian can use magic!"

"Why didn't you tell me on the road?"

"Do you know how many problems innate Sorcerers encounter? Because of their uniqueness, they are destined to attract a lot of trouble before they grow up!"

"If they meet people with good intentions, it's fine, but if they meet people with malicious intentions."

"Vivian can easily become their target."

Soren was stunned for a moment. Although the caravan mistress's tone was very bad, even scolding him, her words still made Soren pause, because her attitude told him that she was very concerned about Vivian's safety. They had only known each other for less than five days, just traveling together, and they hadn't actually said much. Her reaction could only mean that she really liked Vivian, or that her acting was so good that she could even deceive herself.

The little girl seemed to easily gain the affection of others, as long as the other person had no ill will.

For example, the Priestess, and for example, the Northland Witch in front of him.

"I'm sorry."

Soren himself didn't know why he was apologizing, but he still put Vivian down and bowed, saying, "We didn't want to attract unnecessary trouble, so we hid the secret that Vivian could use magic. After all, we couldn't be sure who was trustworthy."

"This time, I owe you a favor."

(Sorcerer [Class Information]: Sorcerers possess innate spellcasting abilities, beginning to exhibit raw magical power during adolescence. The initial spells may be cast unintentionally, and the Sorcerer may not be able to control them at the time, sometimes even leading to danger. The houses of young Sorcerers are often filled with strange sounds and lights, appearing like haunted places. But one day, the Sorcerer will understand their unique power and begin to practice and improve their spellcasting techniques. A few lucky young Sorcerers can be taught by older Sorcerers, who help them understand how to use their innate power. However, it is more common for young Sorcerers to live in isolation due to the fear of friends and the misunderstanding of family.

Due to their innate charm, Sorcerers usually make a strong impression, which helps them communicate with others. But sometimes, because of their appearance, they still attract some unnecessary trouble [female Sorcerers].

Before growing up, Sorcerers always encounter many problems due to their special nature.)