Ordinary Beyonders rarely came here. Most bounty hunters who successfully killed a pirate preferred to send someone else to collect the bounty. Even if the hunters themselves had no bounties on their heads, none of them could withstand an investigation. Arresting them all would certainly catch a few innocent people, but arresting only half would certainly let some guilty ones slip away.
It wasn't just bounty hunters. Pirates also killed one another for hefty bounties, and their only way to collect the money was to send a proxy.
Rachel leaned against a tree and closed her eyes. Not far away, a wandering undead spirit suddenly shuddered, clarity returning to its vacant expression.
"This spirit really has a death wish, wandering around in broad daylight under the sun—oh, wait. It's already dead. Never mind." Having projected her five senses into the wild spirit, Rachel floated up and flew swiftly toward the basement of the Bayam Governor's Office.
The afternoon sun was merciless, and even indoors, the heat was like a steamer. The staff at the office's front desk kept wiping their sweat with towels, their expressions weary and irritated.
A bounty collector was speaking quietly to a staff member. A moment later, apparently having received permission, he turned and jogged out of the lobby, waving for several sturdy men waiting outside to carry a heavy black body bag into a small room beside the office.
Abala the "Swindler"? I remember his bounty was eighteen hundred pounds. Whoever killed him must be pretty strong. Rachel swept her gaze over the wanted posters at the front desk and recognized the dead pirate.
She only remembered pirates with bounties over two thousand pounds. The reason she remembered Abala was that he had a hidden quest
line.
*Too bad he's dead. That quest line's out