The Rabbitfolk girl in the projected light curtain finished singing and playfully stuck out her tongue.
The song had been taught to her by Grandpa Lance, a hot-blooded, brave, and battle-loving man. The lyrics were simple and easy to understand, catchy, cheerful, lighthearted, and full of childish charm. All the Rabbitfolk girls loved this song, "Little White Rabbit."
I heard the song had already become popular throughout the tribe. Even underage Rabbitfolk children could sing it, and it was a nursery rhyme every student at the Rabbitfolk Academy had to sing.
It was good!
The fake young dragon Lucia thought it sounded good, too. The Rabbitfolk girl singing Little White Rabbit in the projection was quite pretty, and her features were also rather attractive.
She had snow-white long hair and snow-white rabbit ears. As for her buck teeth, Lucia did not know whether they had evolved into such an attractive shape or whether the girl had undergone orthodontic treatment.
Rabbitfolk had three obvious traits: rabbit ears, buck teeth, and rabbit tails.
Rabbit ears grew from the tops of their heads. They were cute and attractive.
Buck teeth grew inside their mouths. Some Rabbitfolk Extraordinary People could evolve their buck teeth to perfection, while others could not and had to rely on orthodontic treatment to make them resemble human teeth.
That made them more attractive and also made it easier to find a well-paying job in the human world.
Some powerful Rabbitfolk experts chose to strengthen their buck teeth, turning them into their strongest weapons.
She wanted to see the little rabbit tail of the Rabbitfolk girl in the projection. She also wanted to touch it (#^.^#). She had heard that Rabbitfolk girls' little rabbit tails felt very comfortable.
Come to think of it, had the evil dragon ever touched a Rabbitfolk girl's little rabbit tail? He probably had. Maybe he had even touched a Rabbitfolk girl's furry rabbit ears.
That reminded her—the evil dragon had just claimed to be that rabbit girl's grandfather. Shameless! He was taking advantage of a little girl. Then again, it seemed he had not really taken advantage of her. The evil dragon was 3,455 years old, and at that age, he could have been the rabbit girl's ancestor. There was nothing wrong with her calling him Grandpa, right? Absolutely nothing. No wonder when the evil dragon became smaller this time, snow-white hair and a beard appeared on his head. It turned out he was pretending to be an old grandpa.
Facing the rabbit girl who worked in the human world, the evil dragon's profession was that of an old druid whose Transformation Technique was not particularly refined.
"Was it good, Old Man?"
"You're almost as good as your grandpa. Give it a few more years, and you should be able to surpass me."
"Hehe, Old Man, what made you think of contacting us today? Have you run out of money? Or do you want to take on a few valuable, interesting commissions?
"Or perhaps... Old Man, are you planning to freeload off our Bronze Guild bounty hunters again?"
Old Man Lance was famous in the Bronze Guild for loving to freeload. He was a prestigious member of the Bronze Guild, and an extremely senior one at that. Whenever the guild master saw Old Man Lance, he had to call him Grandpa Lance.
"Are those energetic young fellows from our guild—upright, kindhearted, and passionate about helping the elderly for free—around? If they are, have them make a sound."
Meredith, the rabbit girl in the projection, laughed. "Old Man, haven't you noticed? Every time you contact the guild through a projection, the moment you start talking, our guild becomes especially quiet. Don't tell me you haven't noticed that."
"They have absolutely no spirit of self-sacrifice."
"It's because you freeload too much, Old Man. You've scared them all away."
"I'm not freeloading this time. I'm posting a bounty mission. Meredith, I'll speak and you write. Sketch out the bounty mission and put it on the guild noticeboard."
"All right."
Meredith took out a Sketch Magic Pen and waited for Old Man Lance to state the details of the bounty mission.
Lance relayed the bounty mission Death God Solomon had given him to Meredith.
Holding the magic pen, Meredith quickly wrote down Lance's bounty mission in the air, word for word. Then she took a sheet of paper from a drawer beneath the bar, placed it behind the words floating in the air, and gently blew on the writing.
The words detailing the bounty mission appeared on the paper.
"Wait, Old Man, where's the reward? For a bounty mission, you have to tell everyone how much the reward is. Here's a friendly reminder, Old Man: you're putting a bounty on a lich this time, and the difficulty is rather high. If the reward is too low, the guild's bounty hunters might not accept it."
"Don't worry, don't worry. I was only teasing you just now. As your elder, how could I bear to make you young fellows suffer? Make sure those hot-blooded, brave fellows in the guild hear this clearly: the reward this time is five Psychic Gold Coins from Hell."
"..."
After a brief silence, a chorus of jeers came from the other side of the projection.
"Old Man Lance, that's only slightly better than freeloading. Converted into gold coins, five Psychic Gold Coins would barely cover the cost of a teleportation. Old Man, this bounty mission requires crossing national borders. Anyone who accepts it will have to pay carriage and teleportation fees, which are already a huge expense. You'll have to add money for lodging, too."
"That's right, Old Man. You need to pay more, or we'll lose our shirts."
Three or four burly men appeared in the projection light curtain. They had spent time with Old Man Lance before, accepting some of the bounty missions he had posted. They had even taken on bounty missions alongside him.
To put it simply, Old Man Lance was extremely reliable as a companion. He had lived a long time, was widely experienced, and was also an alchemist. When traveling with him, the odds of making it back alive were quite high.
When there was mortal danger, Old Man Lance was reliable and worthy of trust.
When there was no mortal danger, however, one had to be a little wary of Old Man Lance, because sometimes the danger might come from him.
It was not that Old Man Lance wanted to harm them. It was just that whenever he encountered an unfamiliar medicinal herb, he would brew it into a potion and trick them into thinking it was a potion that relieved fatigue and restored source energy. After drinking a bowl, some of them turned green, while others grew all kinds of strange things. Because of this, whenever Old Man Lance stayed at the guild, its bounty hunters would accept extremely dangerous bounty missions and team up with him to complete them.
For ordinary-difficulty bounty missions, the guild's bounty hunters did not dare team up with Old Man Lance. They were afraid of accidentally becoming his potion-test subjects. They both loved and feared Old Man Lance, this guild member.
"Louis, Dalton, Bazel, you three ungrateful brats! Have you forgotten how I helped you make money back then?"
"Hehe, Old Man, we haven't forgotten. But the reward for this bounty mission really is a little low. It's a lich—the supposedly immortal lich—and we have to cross national borders, too. The reward is far too low. Besides, you didn't exactly refrain from using the three of us as potion-test subjects back then. You turned me into a little green man, made Dalton's ears as big as an elephant's, and turned Bazel into a Dog-Headed Person. Old Man, you were pretty ruthless when you tricked us."
The key point was that after turning him into a little green man, the old man had even asked whether he wanted to become the Hulk.
"Ten Psychic Gold Coins from Hell, plus one chance to speak with the dead. I gave you the opportunity to make money first. If none of you are willing to take it, then... Meredith, sorry for the trouble, but please forward the bounty mission to the Bounty Hunter Guild Headquarters.
"I believe those bounty hunters so poor they could smash a god would be quite tempted when they saw the reward."
"Old Man, the price of Psychic Gold Coins has fallen. One Psychic Gold Coin is currently worth between thirty and fifty gold coins, and sometimes they cannot even be sold. Five Psychic Gold Coins really aren't enough to cover the teleportation fee."
"???"
What the hell? The price had fallen?
And fallen that badly?
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Villain System: Make Sylvia, the young and inexperienced daughter of the Grand Duke of Cangting Duchy, experience the betrayal of her closest kin and complete her transformation and rebirth.
After transmigrating into a Western fantasy world of beast taming, Xia Ya stared at the beginner's quest before him and fell into deep thought.
Sylvia—the Silver Ash Witch of the history books—had reached legendary status five hundred years ago. After establishing the Chalk Tower, she vanished without a trace and could no longer be found.
And Cangting Duchy had long since been destroyed. Where was he supposed to complete this damn quest?
This system was a full five hundred years late! But the quest rewards were simply too tempting. After much consideration, Xia Ya finally made a decision that went against his ancestors—he would toy with history.
The capital had already fallen. Then there should be no problem with him writing his own name into the Grand Duke's family tree and becoming that duchess's daughter's elder brother, right?
Altering ruins and ancient artifacts, claiming that he had been bewitched by evil cultists, personally exiling her under some fabricated charge, then coming to his senses and dying together with the mastermind... That was reasonable enough, right? The one forgotten by time, the faithless and heartless tyrant, the lone king who turned his back on all living beings—
Piece after piece of hidden history surfaced.
Diary of the Silver Ash Witch
After awakening from my self-sealed slumber, my memories had become broken and incomplete. Only the memory of being betrayed remained etched into my bones.
A new discovery had been made in the archaeological world... It turned out that the duchy had long been infiltrated by an evil cult. Not long after exiling me, the Evil God descended upon the royal capital and annihilated all living beings.
My brother did that in order to... save me?
Before you continue