Monarch of Evernight: Thirty-one Hunters’ House

bsp;Qianye's mood suddenly felt like a group of mammoths rushing past, and he didn't know what to say. Isn't that old man from a gun shop? Why did he suddenly come to the Hunter's House?

Qianye immediately decided to leave. As for seeking justice, he never thought about it. How to deal with a local snake who owns a weapons shop in a place like Darkblood City? And he wasn't too deceived. The assault hand could still be worth fifty gold coins if repaired.

But just as Qianye turned around, the old man behind the counter suddenly raised his head and his eyes fell on Qianye.

Qianye's whole body was shaken, and he immediately became stiff and motionless. The step he took stopped in the air and could no longer fall!

Qianye's movements are naturally not restricted, but at this moment, let alone touching weapons, he doesn't even dare to move a toe. The sharp knife-like qi machine behind his back has completely locked onto him. The slightest movement may lead to a deadly attack like a storm.

But if you stay calm, wait for your opponent to make the first move, and look for gaps under the guidance of Qi, you can still have a glimmer of hope. This was the fighting instinct he had acquired since he was seven years old and had gone through countless life and death situations.

After a few seconds of stalemate, the sharp energy suddenly disappeared. Qianye landed on the ground and turned around slowly.

The three big men in the hall looked at Qianye with admiration in their eyes.

The old man stood up and said, "Little guy, judging from your expression just now, you must have been to Ah Yi Firearms."

Qianye looked at the old man and finally noticed a slight difference.

The old man in the gun shop looked like an outsider, but his face seemed to have a little more wrinkles, and in retrospect there was occasionally a cunning light flashing in his eyes. The old man in front of him had a small scar on his face. Although it was very inconspicuous, in the eyes of Qianye who had been trained to recognize faces, this little difference was extremely clear.

The old man added: "The boss of Ayi Firearms is my twin brother. His name is Ayi and I am Aer. People here call me Erye."

Qianye felt that the expression on his face must be wonderful, because he really didn't know what to say now.

"Do you want to be a hunter?" Erye asked.

"...Yes." Qianye answered. He felt that the second master didn't seem like a liar, but Ah Yi's experience with firearms kept echoing in his mind.

No liar looks like a liar.

The second master lowered his head and touched the counter a few times, took out a six-pointed star-shaped bronze medal and threw it over, saying, "You passed the test and are now a hunter, a one-star hunter."

Qianye subconsciously took the bronze medal and asked in confusion: "Test?"

"Just now, I took a look at you. That was the test, and you performed very well. So now you are a member of the Hunter's Family. Put that thing away, it is your token and the Hunter's Qualification certificate." The second master still said calmly.

Qianye looked at the bronze medal in his hand again. It was rubbed so brightly that it was obviously very old. Even so, it still cannot hide its rough craftsmanship. The star in the center is cast unevenly, and its shape is distorted. It's like the mold was carved by a child.

"Okay, what can I, a one-star hunter, do?" Qianye finally accepted the reality. Next, as long as he didn't pay any admission fee first, he wouldn't mind joining this hunter's family.

When he was thinking this, the second master said: "First pay the quarterly membership fee, one gold coin per month."

The second master said it carelessly, but Qianye's heart skipped a beat.

"What are my rights?"

The second master pointed to a tattered notebook hanging on the wall and said, "It's all written on there."

Qianye opened the book and found handwritten rules inside. Although the book was in tatters, the handwriting was fresh and graceful, and each word contained indescribable power. Qianye was so disturbed that he had to secretly use the force to stand firm.

The rules are actually very simple. The amount of membership fees a hunter pays will be the main basis for star promotion. Depending on the star rating, the permissions are also different.

The main rights of hunters include selling proof of killing dark races to the Hunter House in exchange for bounties. In addition, you can purchase some special weapons and armor, as well as some special materials from the Hunter's House. If you are not satisfied with what Hunter's Home provides, you can also contact the relevant craftsmen for customization by Hunter's Home.

The hunting bounty alone is enough to be worth the membership fee. Of course, this premise is that enough dark races can be hunted. Different hunter star levels have different upper limits for bounties. For example, a one-star hunter can get a total bounty of ten gold coins every month, a two-star hunter can get twenty, and the upper limit is doubled for each star level, and so on.

But at this moment, Qianye’s eyes are filled with the amazing power hidden in the handwriting!

Finally he calmed down and asked, "Can I see what kind of weapons and armor I can change?"

"Of course. Xiaomi, take him to the One Star Warehouse to have a look."

A clever young man emerged from nowhere, snapped his fingers to Qianye and said, "Follow me."

Qianye followed the boy to the basement and entered a warehouse.

This is said to be a one-star hunter warehouse, but the equipment is very rich. Qianye even saw the conventional weapons of the main army in the upper continent of the empire, the Hellfire Force Machine Gun! These are level three firearms, and they are all brand new!

However, this gun has four stars on it, which means that only four-star hunters can purchase it. I don’t know how it got into this warehouse. In addition, a full set of tactical armor, multi-functional sabers, and all-terrain sights are available. This is simply a small arsenal.

Seeing this warehouse, Qianye finally gave up his doubts, followed the young man back to the hall, and paid the dues honestly.

After completing the formalities, Qianye couldn't help but ask: "What if a hunter who wants to join cannot afford to pay the membership fee?"

"You can owe it first. But the interest of one gold coin will be added every month." The second master said lightly.

Qianye was shocked again. The quarterly membership fee of three gold coins requires one gold coin interest every month, and this interest rate is quite cruel.

Seemingly sensing Qianye's thoughts, a big man interrupted: "If you can't even earn membership fees, why are you still a hunter? Just go home and take care of your children!"

What this big man said makes sense.

However, Qianye didn’t want to be charged his dues just like that. He took out a small bag and poured out six blood-sucking fangs. These blood-sucking fangs were left behind by the three vampires who traded with Qi Yue.

Qianye pushed the blood-sucking fangs in front of the second master and said, "These things can be exchanged for bounties, right?"

According to the exchange formula of the Hunter House, the blood-sucking fangs of an ordinary vampire warrior can be exchanged for one gold coin. In fact, it also means that each hunter must kill at least one of the lowest vampires every month to be qualified.

Seeing this rule, Qianye understood why the Hunter's House looked so deserted. If you want to kill a vampire warrior, you must be at least a second-level warrior. This threshold is actually quite high, almost the same as the Red Scorpion's requirements for recruiting new recruits. Of course, it is not impossible for a first-level soldier to become a hunter, but it will be much harder.

These six fangs should be enough to pay back the membership fee, Qianye thought.

The second master suddenly let out a sigh, reached out and picked up a fang, looked at it repeatedly for a while, and said: "If I read it correctly, this fang should be taken from a formal member of the Niederchild clan. This vampire clan has produced counts, and it will be very troublesome for them to develop enough descendants, so they are more threatening than ordinary fourth-level vampires. The pair of fangs alone are worth ten gold coins."

Qianye didn't expect that the old man from the vampire clan he killed actually had a lot of background. The blood clan, which was originally equivalent to a fourth-level warrior, could only exchange for four gold coins. Now, according to the Second Master, the bounty has more than doubled.

The second master rummaged through the counter again, took out ten gold coins and an axe, pushed it to Qianye, and said: "Your bounty has reached the limit this month, and I can't give you more. But this one I think the ax is quite suitable for you, so consider it a personal gift from me."

Qianye took the hand ax, weighed it in his hand, and then looked at it carefully.

The ax is very small, only half a meter long, and the ax face is only the size of a palm. It's heavy. I don't know what material it is made of, but it is definitely not metal. Qianye used several methods to sense and detect, but none of them elicited any reaction. When fighting in the wild, this ax that cannot be detected by various instruments and abilities will undoubtedly increase its value a lot.

Qianye waved it gently, and it felt very smooth, as if it were an extension of his own arm. He suddenly made a few false blows with force, and the ax blade cut through the air, making a faint scream!

Qianye looked happy. This ax was much easier to use than a dagger. This is the weapon that really suits him. It seems that his fighting style still tends to be simple and direct.

After putting the hand ax back into the special leather bag and hanging it on his waist, Qianye said: "This thing is good, I like it very much. Then I will go hunting."

The second master squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was about to take a nap. He nodded slightly to say goodbye to Qianye. When he saw the trajectory of the hand ax earlier, the sharp edge that flashed through his eyes had long since disappeared, as if it had never existed.

After Qianye left, a big man said: "The little guy is good and has potential."

The other said coldly: "I hate him. He smells like imperial dog legs."

The third person shrugged and said: "There are also differences between doglegs. This little guy obviously came out of a group of top doglegs."

"The top dogleg is also a dogleg!" said the previous person.

The second master took out an old-fashioned pocket watch from nowhere, looked at the time, and said slowly: "This little guy is very suitable for that task."

"Which one?"

"The mission about Miss Qiqi."

The three big men suddenly shuddered and looked at Qianye's back with more sympathy.