Bounties

This isn't like me... While I wouldn't indiscriminately kill innocent people, he was too close at the time, and if he had malicious intent...

Thinking about this, Lorry couldn't help but feel a chill of fear.

He frowned deeply, unable to understand why, and slowly exhaled.

Hmph... I have a feeling this world is even more dangerous than described in novels, with many deeply hidden undercurrents. If you're not careful, you might not even know how you died... Lorry collected his thoughts, temporarily put aside the strange events from earlier, and began to sort through the spoils of this encounter.

First, there are five Beyonder Characteristic.

Lorry didn't rush to identify them. He initially sealed them all with Wall of Spirituality and threw them, along with their corpses, into another Dimension.

There is only one Sealed Artifact, namely the dagger in the hands of the bald, muscular man, "Death Vulture" Zamir, which is also stored in the "Book of Dimensions".

He plans to consult a fortune teller when he has some free time before deciding whether to keep it or sell it.

Finally, there was the Cash on them, some in small change and some in larger denominations, totaling several hundred pounds, which was just enough to cover their various expenses during this period.

The excess amount brought his savings back above two thousand.

Uh, with the "Lucky Money Bag" and the change I carried, I currently have a little over two thousand one hundred pounds... I quickly converted it into cash, otherwise I'd always have this feeling of "I'm clearly very rich, yet so poor"... Lorry suddenly thought of this and couldn't help but criticize himself. He spread out a coat he had casually taken off earlier on the ground, put Zamir and the others' heads inside, tied a knot, and carried it back the way he came.

He planned to go to Breeze Bar again.

Selling stolen goods.

I'd also like to inquire about that Chandler.

More than half an hour later, at Breeze Bar.

The Bartender, taking a break from his busy schedule, stood behind the bar, a Newspaper spread out in front of him, engrossed in reading a serialized adventure novel.

Creak!

The heavy doors of the bar were pushed open with a screeching sound.

Many nearby patrons instinctively glanced over, but the Bartender, already used to such commotion, merely frowned slightly, thinking to himself without looking up:

"It's been raining a lot lately, and I guess the door is warped from the dampness. I mentioned it to my boss when I left work today and asked him to get someone to apply oil as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, if this happens every day, my ears can't take it..."

Thinking this, he turned the page of the Newspaper, ready to see how the protagonist outwitted the evil dragon, when suddenly a thought struck him, and he felt that something was wrong.

It's so quiet around here!

This is the busiest time for bars; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they're packed. Customers inevitably engage in boasting and banter while drinking.

It shouldn't be this quiet; you could hear a pin drop.

Thinking of this, the Bartender suddenly looked up at the door and saw "Flower Bow Tie" Jodson, who had left not long ago, smiling as he walked towards the bar.

He who takes a bribe is beholden to it.

He was just about to say hello when he suddenly noticed the other person's right hand.

--It was a common winter coat in the area, used as a makeshift bundle, stuffed full of things, with round bulges.

A circular protrusion?!

The Bartender's pupils contracted sharply. Suddenly realizing something, he quickly looked back in the dim light and saw a dark red trail.

Blood, it's blood!

He swallowed hard, suddenly realizing why it was so quiet.

"Yo, yo, Mr. Jodson, you've arrived?" The Bartender forced a smile that looked more like a grimace as he stammered out the greeting.

Lorry nodded slightly, put down what he was holding, grabbed a handful of coins and tossed them onto the bar. "A Southville Beer."

After he finished speaking, he added:

"Your bar should have a way to collect Pirate bounties on your behalf, right?"

"Yes, yes!" the Bartender quickly replied, "However, I can't make that decision myself; you'll need to talk to our boss."

Lorry grunted in agreement, then gestured with his chin towards the beer barrels behind the bar, saying, "Give me the Beer, and then let them know for me."

The Bartender nodded like a chick pecking at rice, then quickly turned to get the Beer.

"Um, Mr. Jodson, may I ask who these brains, cough, who are they?" he asked with a fawning smile.

Lorry took the Beer, sipped it twice, and a small smile spread across his face.

"Sure."

As he spoke, he bent down and untied the knot, revealing all the heads.

"It's ' Death Vulture ' Zamir!" Several nearby patrons couldn't help but exclaim upon seeing one of the gleaming heads.

The nickname "Death Vulture" has two meanings:

First, it refers to the fact that although the other party claims to Pirate, they have never actually gone out to sea to plunder, but instead profit from the dead of their fellow pirates, much like a vulture that likes to eat carrion.

Secondly, it can also be used to mock the other person's baldness.

Therefore, Zamir's iconic bald head is also his most distinctive feature.

Their shouts immediately drowned out the voices of the guests who were further away from the door, still drinking and boasting.

The air fell silent instantly.

A few seconds later, the sound of people swallowing their saliva could be heard everywhere.

Among the people who went out and didn't come back, one of them was Zakal's informant. Zakal and his group planned to hunt "Flower Bow Tie," but ended up becoming the Bounty themselves... The Bartender looked at the faces with expressions of fear, confusion, or panic, and this storyline subconsciously surfaced in his mind.

He took a deep breath without making a sound, forcing a smile, "I, Mr. Jodson, will go tell our boss."

Lorry grunted an "Mmm" through his nose, but didn't say anything.

He glanced around, nodded politely, then picked up his glass and leaned against the bar, sipping his Southville Beer.

I'll bring back a bottle of strong liquor later to pay for using the "Sure-Hit Revolver"... I wonder how much Bounty these heads will fetch...

As far as I know, the commission is generally between 15% and 30%... well, 15% would be best...

This is all my hard-earned money...

By now, not many people were staring directly at Lorry, but he still occasionally glanced at her; the bar was no longer quiet, but everyone was obviously keeping their voices down, whether they were chatting, bragging, or clinking glasses; Lorry, feeling apologetic about this, could only try to distract himself by letting his mind wander.

The bar has two floors.

The boss's office is at the far end of the corridor.

The Bartender jogged quickly to the four bodyguards in black suits:

"Something terrible has happened! I need to see the boss!"

Knowing that this was an elderly man from the bar, the bodyguards didn't make things difficult for him. One of them said, "Wait here," and turned to go inside to inform the bar owner.

Two minutes later, he reappeared:

"Go in."

The Bartender nodded with a grateful look, took a deep breath, strode into the room, and headed straight for the plump, white figure behind the luxurious desk.

"Boss, Zamir and his gang are dead! Killed by ' Flower Bow Tie ' Jodson. He wants your help to claim the bounty."