Craving Knowledge (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Sifa blinked rapidly twice. That was the switch he used to activate or deactivate Spirit Vision.

At once, he saw Bridge's Ether Body and Astral Body. The former was fairly distinct, while the latter was rather blurry.

Bridge's Ether Body was normal in color, except the colors around his digestive system were dim. It seemed his digestion had not been good these past few days.

His Astral Body, meanwhile, showed a rather obvious red, indicating that he was somewhat excited. Was it because of Sifa's identity as a bounty hunter?

Combined with the information the bartender had just provided, this man truly was desperate for protection. He had clearly gotten himself into no small amount of trouble.

Learning Spirit Vision and seeing the colors of auras were secondary. Its greatest purpose was to allow one to directly see ghosts and wraiths. The mysterious world was never short of such things.

Now, Bridge restrained his excitement slightly, took an iron box from his clothes, and placed it on the table.

He opened it, revealing a half-finger glove. It was dark in color and simple in design, but staring at it for too long gave one an unreal feeling, as though it were merely a patch of shadow.

Bridge picked up a glass of wine from the table and took a sip. "Since Sanchi introduced you, you should know what it is and what it does, so I won't waste words explaining it."

"Six hundred and fifty pounds. That's a very fair price, isn't it?"

"If I weren't in urgent need of money, I wouldn't be selling it this cheaply."

Sifa nodded lightly. This was his first time encountering a Beyonder weapon, so he had no idea whether Bridge had inflated the price.

However, as a baron's son, he had his own private savings and often carried no less than five hundred pounds in banknotes.

So, the price was entirely acceptable to him.

Just as he was about to buy it, Bridge said, "However, I have another way for you to purchase it at a lower price."

He raised three fingers. "Three days. As long as you protect me for three days, you can buy it for one hundred and fifty pounds."

Money was not an issue for Sifa. Besides, Sanchi had warned him that Bridge's trouble was no small matter. Having only recently become a Hunter, he did not want to get involved in anything too serious, so he took out his banknotes, counted them, and placed them on the table.

"I'm not used to protecting people, so I choose to buy it at full price. Here are four hundred and fifty pounds. I'll give you the remaining two hundred tomorrow."

"If you're worried, wait here. I'll 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 two hundred pounds."

"What a pity. I thought we could get along well. Won't you reconsider? Just three days. I'll take a ship and leave after three days. It's a very worthwhile deal for you."

Take a ship? It sounded like he intended to flee the country. But Enqi Town's docks could not accommodate large vessels, unless it was a black ship—the kind involved in illegal dealings.

As Sifa pondered, he pushed the money over. "Your suggestion is very tempting, but I'm not short of money. If money can solve a problem, I don't intend to use other methods."

He picked up the iron box containing the glove and put it on directly. "Tomorrow night, I'll pay the remaining amount. If you aren't here, I'll give it to Sanchi. Don't worry, he wouldn't dare entertain any crooked thoughts."

Sifa patted the holster under his arm. On Qingxiang Road, a handgun was truth, while fists were assurance.

After leaving the card room, he passed the bar, and the bartender whistled. "So? Did it go smoothly?"

Sifa nodded faintly. "Not bad."

Sanchi leaned forward and lowered his voice. "There's a job. Want to take it? They specifically named you as their first choice. Only if you refuse will they consider other Hunters."

Sifa was a little surprised. "What job?"

Sanchi took out another small notebook and flipped through it. "In three days, a black ship will arrive near White Beach. It involves a transaction. The client is one party in the deal, and he feels his strength is somewhat lacking. To prevent any accidents, he plans to hire additional hands."

"For the specifics, if you decide to accept, I'll arrange for him—or his representative—to discuss it with you in detail tomorrow."

"Mm, the reward is three hundred pounds. If anything unexpected happens, additional payment will be made according to the severity of the incident."

Tomorrow? I happen to be coming here again tomorrow, and I need to familiarize myself with a bounty hunter's work anyway. Perfect. It can help me better act as a Hunter.

"Alright. See you tomorrow night." Sifa agreed readily and left the bar.

When Sifa woke up the next day, he saw his mother watering flowers in the garden. Even now, he still found it somewhat unreal, finding it difficult to connect this gentle woman with a Beyonder.

His mother was actually a Beyonder, and she had learned from a member of the Abraham family. That family had once been the foremost noble house.

What kind of family was Abraham, exactly?

Sifa knew that, in this world, knowledge was power! The more knowledge one possessed, regardless of the field, the more it could truly help them.

And the knowledge he currently possessed was still far too meager.

Suddenly, he remembered that the Message Board in his Book of Mysteries still had one use remaining. He immediately raised his hands and silently recited the incantation.

"Eyes that see through all things."

"God who overlooks all creation."

An indescribable sensation arose. The colors of the surrounding things became vivid and bright, floating dust froze in midair, and a heavy feeling came from his hands as the illusory tome that gave off a faint glow gently fell into Sifa's grasp.

Sifa glanced at the pocket watch on the table. Its hands had stopped, confirming his guess. Whenever he summoned the Book of Mysteries, time completely froze.

He opened the cover and discovered that more replies had been added to the previous message.

"ID 160809145813508: So many people are choosing Mystery Pryer. Have you found some way to counter ************? Even Marauder is more reliable than Mystery Pryer."

So many asterisks—information censorship again? How do I raise my knowledge clearance? I want more information.

"ID 160809145813508: Come to think of it, the Prisoner Pathway is actually quite suitable for transmigrators with cheats, although ****************"

"No_Words: The trap with Prisoner is cassava************"

Cassava? What was that supposed to be? Did some plant become a spirit?

"No_Words: Then I decisively recommend Assassin (Sequence 7: Witch), Apothecary (), or Planter ()! Pick one of the three!"

Sifa felt the muscles in his face twitch. Assassin, Assassin again. However, this watcher had offered two other choices as well. Unfortunately, he was already a Hunter, so he could only disappoint him.

Aside from those replies, the watcher's message below had also been updated:

"ID 20210517202131878: A real man should switch to Assassin."

You people really have it in for Assassins. Sifa rubbed his chin. Already numb to this Pathway, he continued reading.

"ID 20210517202131878: Sequence 9: Hunter. An excellent tracker, an outstanding trap expert, and a superb hunter."

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