Miss Elizabeth.
A guild operator whose seniority could be traced back to the founding of the Demon Hunter Guild. Her sweet voice had remained unchanged for over a thousand years, while her true appearance remained a mystery to this day.
"Mission ID: tgw-18-d. Completed. Please confirm."
"Certainly. I will arrange confirmation immediately. You may leave first. The results will be sent via internal message. Please wait patiently."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. It's my duty."
"Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Not long after the SUV left the villa, someone by the roadside stuck out a hand with their thumb raised—the universal sign for hitchhiking.
A gunmetal-gray suit, a black undershirt, brown dress shoes, and a soft felt gentleman's hat.
Dressed like a gentleman in the middle of the night, he looked rather strange.
Ordinary people probably would not have dared to stop.
Geralt stopped and rolled down the window.
"Where are you going?"
"Hello." The man removed his hat and gave a slight bow. "My sincerest apologies. I am the one who posted the haunted villa mission, Luke Roman."
Geralt sized Luke Roman up. He had strong facial features, looked to be in his thirties or forties, and gave off an initially meticulous impression.
"Mr. Roman, isn't this a little against the rules?" Geralt said.
"If I remember correctly, the guild has no rule forbidding mission posters from contacting the Demon Hunters carrying out their missions. In fact, contacting employers is part of a Demon Hunter's daily work. The difference is that this was an online mission, and the contact happened after the mission was completed."
Luke bowed again. "But this was indeed presumptuous of me. My deepest apologies."
Luke had a point. The guild truly did not have many rules and imposed little restraint on its members. It was more like a loose