Sifa blinked rapidly, twice in total. This was his switch for turning Spirit Vision on or off.
He immediately saw Bridge's Ether Body and Astral Body. The former was relatively clear, while the latter was rather hazy.
The colors of Bridge's Ether Body were normal, except for the dull color of his digestive system. It seemed his digestion had been poor over the past few days.
His Astral Body showed a fairly pronounced red, indicating that he was somewhat excited at the moment. Was it because of Sifa's identity as a bounty hunter?
Combined with the information the bartender had just provided, this man was indeed urgently seeking protection and had indeed gotten himself into considerable trouble.
When learning Spirit Vision, seeing the colors of auras was secondary. The main purpose was to be able to see ghosts and Grudge Spirits directly. The world of mysticism never lacked such things.
Now, Bridge reined in his excitement a little, took an iron box from inside his clothes, and placed it on the table.
He opened it. Inside lay a fingerless glove, dark in color and simple in design, but staring at it for too long gave a sense of unreality, as though it were merely a patch of shadow.
Bridge picked up a glass of liquor from the table, took a sip, and said, "Since Sanchi referred you, you should know what it is and what it does, so I won't go over that again."
"650 pounds. That's a very fair price, isn't it?"
"If I weren't in urgent need of money, I wouldn't sell it so cheaply."
Sifa nodded slightly. In truth, this was his first encounter with a Beyonder weapon, and he had no idea whether the man had marked up the price.
However, as the son of a Baron, he had his own private savings and often carried no less than five hundred pounds in banknotes.
So this price was entirely acceptable to him.
Just as he was about to buy it, he heard Bridge say, "However, I have another proposal that would let you buy it at a lower price."
He held up three fingers. "Three days. If you protect me for just three days, you can buy it for 150 pounds."
Money was no problem for Sifa, and Sanchi had also warned him that Bridge was in considerable trouble. Having only recently become a Hunter, he did not want to get involved in too much trouble, so he took out his banknotes, counted them, and placed them on the table.
"I'm not used to protecting others, so I'll pay the full price. Here's 450 pounds. I'll give you the remaining 200 tomorrow."
"If you're worried, why don't you wait here a little while? I can go out and come back."
Bridge could not hide the disappointment on his face. He shook his head. "No need. I trust that the best hunter in town wouldn't covet a mere 200 pounds."
"What a shame. I thought we could get along well. Won't you reconsider? Just three days. After that, I'll leave by boat. It's a very good deal for you."
By boat? That sounded like he was planning to flee the country. But Enqi Town's docks couldn't accommodate large ships, unless it was an illicit vessel, the kind involved in illegal dealings.
As Sifa thought, he pushed the money over. "Your offer is very tempting, but I'm not short of money. If I can solve something with money, I don't intend to use other methods."
He took the iron box containing the glove and put the glove straight on. "I'll pay the balance tomorrow evening. If you aren't here, I'll leave it with Sanchi. Don't worry. He wouldn't dare try anything."
Sifa patted the gun holster beneath his arm. On Qingxiang Road, a handgun was truth, while fists were a guarantee.
He left the card room. As he passed the bar, the bartender whistled. "Well? Did it go smoothly?"
Sifa gave a small nod. "Well enough."
Sanchi leaned forward and said quietly, "There's a job. Want to take it? They specifically named you as their first choice. They'll only consider other hunters if you turn it down."
Somewhat surprised, Sifa asked, "What kind of job?"
Sanchi took out another small notebook and flipped through it. "In three days, an illicit vessel will arrive at White Beach. There's a transaction involved. The client is one of the parties. He feels his forces are a little weak, so he plans to hire more people to guard against the unexpected."
"As for the details, if you're sure you'll take it, shall I arrange for him or his representative to discuss them with you tomorrow?"
"Mm, the payment is 300 pounds. If anything unexpected happens, there'll be additional pay depending on how serious it is."
Tomorrow? I have to come back tomorrow anyway, and I also need to familiarize myself with bounty hunting work. This is perfect. It can help me act as a 'Hunter' better.
"Fine. See you tomorrow evening." Sifa readily agreed and left the bar.
When he woke the next morning, Sifa saw his mother watering the flowers in the garden. Even now, it still felt somewhat unreal to him. It was difficult to associate this gentle woman with Beyonders.
His mother was actually a Beyonder, and she had studied under a member of the Abraham Family. This family had once been the foremost noble family.
Just what kind of family was Abraham?
Sifa knew that in this world, knowledge was power! The more knowledge he possessed, regardless of the field, the more it would tangibly help him.
And the knowledge he currently possessed was still far too meager.
Suddenly, he remembered that he still had one use of the Message Board left in his Book of Mysteries. He immediately raised both hands and silently recited the incantation.
"Eye That Sees All."
"God who looks down upon all things."
An indescribable sensation arose. The colors of everything around him became vivid and bright, the drifting dust froze in midair, and a heavy sensation came into his hands as the illusory tome, shedding a faint glow, settled gently into them.
Sifa glanced at the pocket watch resting on the table. Its hands had stopped, confirming his guess. Every time he summoned the Book of Mysteries, time came to a complete standstill.
He opened the cover and discovered that more replies had been added to the earlier message.
"ID 160809145813508: So many people are choosing Mystery Pryer. Have you found some way to resist **********? Even Marauder is more reliable than Mystery Pryer."
So many asterisks. Was this information censorship again? How do I raise my knowledge authority? I want more information.
"ID 160809145813508: Come to think of it, the Prisoner Pathway actually suits transmigrators with cheats pretty well, although **********"
"No_Words: The pitfall with Prisoner is cassava **********"
Cassava? What was that supposed to be? A plant that gained sentience?
"No_Words: Then I'd definitely recommend choosing one of these three: Assassin (Sequence 7 Witch), Apothecary (******), or Planter (******)!"
Sifa felt the muscles in his face twitching. Assassin. Assassin again. Still, this Watcher had offered two other choices as well. Unfortunately, he was already a Hunter and could only disappoint his expectations.
Aside from these replies, the Watcher messages below had also been updated:
"ID 20210517202131878: A real man should switch to Assassin."
You lot really have a thing for Assassin... Sifa rubbed his chin. Already numb to this Pathway, he continued reading.
"ID 20210517202131878: Sequence 9: Hunter. An excellent tracker, an outstanding trap expert, an exceptional hunter"
PS: The status has changed. Can I ask for monthly votes now?~
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