Chapter 33
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Dean was taken to a luxurious office.
There was an old man sitting inside. When the elegant man pushed the door open, a pretty young girl was sitting on the old man's lap. She was holding a burgundy glass filled with crimson wine. She was enjoying life.
"Peter, can't you learn how to knock?" The old man patted the girl's buttocks, signaling her to leave. He then turned around and said with a straight face.
The elegant man laughed: "It's you who doesn't know how to lock the door every time."
The old man glanced at him and noticed Dean following behind him. He raised his eyebrows: "Is this the group of scavengers you selected? Why did you bring them here?"
Peter smiled: "This is the seed talent of this group of students. His contract needs to be modified. Rest assured, everything is within the scope of permission."
"Oh?" The old man looked at Dean with interest: "Boy, you did a good job this time. You were able to win over the top scavengers. If you train well, our consortium may have one more hunter in the future."
Peter smiled and said to Dean: "You sit down first. The new contract will be sent soon." He said to the old man: "Take out the identity medal and uniform."
The old man smiled and opened the drawer. He pulled out a stack of black standard soft armor.
Dean sat on the sofa and saw the uniform. He couldn't help but think of the people who took him to the special training three years ago. They were wearing uniforms exactly the same as this.
"This is your scavenger medal and uniform." Peter handed the clothes and medal to Dean. There were two different medals: "This is the guard medal. When you meet a civilian, you only need to show this medal. This will be your disguise in the future. If you meet a noble or a knight, you can show the scavenger medal."
Dean looked at the two medals. The guard medal was silver and engraved with crossed swords. The scavenger medal was black and engraved with the outline of the giant wall of Sylvia. It was similar to the pattern on the banknotes.
"You are the seed of our Mellon consortium." Peter sat down next to Dudian and said: "After each scavenger hunt, the consortium will give you the fountain of light. This is an extremely expensive potion purchased from the Holy Church. It can purify the radiation in your body. So you don't have to worry about radiation problems. Once you accumulate enough points, the consortium will give you the opportunity to enter the hunter school. As long as you can persist, you can become a hunter!"
Dean's eyes flashed. He didn't expect that in addition to the innate "light physique" mentioned by the hunter named Fino, there was such a way to become a hunter. Sure enough, the opportunity is given to the prepared people. If he didn't know that he was going to carry out scavenger training, he wouldn't have trained himself so hard. Naturally, he wouldn't have such excellent results.
"I'll try my best." Dean took the medal and uniform.
"I believe you can do it." Peter encouraged.
Dean asked: "Compared the status of a hunter and the aristocracy, who is higher and who is lower?"
Peter laughed: "It depends on the level of the hunter and the level of the aristocracy. Some of the aristocracy will politely flatter you when they see an excellent scavenger like you. After all, scavengers can bring wealth to the aristocracy. It can be said that scavengers are the favorite workers of the aristocracy. However, in the eyes of the ancient aristocracy, scavengers are nothing. Only hunters can satisfy their appetite. "
Dean's eyes moved: "Are there levels of hunters?"
"Of course, but you will know later. So you must work hard and don't let down the consortium's training." Peter encouraged: "The benefits of being a hunter are far more than you think. Not only will you get permanent residence in the commercial district, but you will also be equivalent to an aristocrat. If the accumulated merits are high enough, you will get a title!"
Dean nodded slightly. Although he knew that Peter was throwing bait for him, but he was still a little excited. However, he didn't care about the permanent residence in the commercial district or the title of nobility. In his view, these were just the appearance of vanity created by the rulers of the world. What he was really excited about was the privileges and power of the hunters!
Since three years ago, when he almost died in the Hunter Castle, he clearly realized that only by gaining power could he control his own destiny. He would no longer be dominated and trampled!
Living as humble as an ant would eventually be trampled to death by the footsteps of the big shots!
At that time, self-pity would only appear more pathetic!
"By the way, your group of scavengers will carry out the first scavenging task in seven days." Peter laughed: "You have to perform well. This time the higher ups will pay attention to your results. The specific content and location of the operation will be informed to you. Before that, my suggestion is that you should immediately wash yourself and change into clean clothes. I'll pick you up in the evening. Nobles hate dirty and messy things. Remember to comb your hair neatly. "
Dean nodded slightly: "I'll pay attention."
At this time, the door opened and the pretty girl came in. She handed a contract to Peter.
Peter looked at it and handed it to Dean: "Look at it. If there is no problem then sign it."
Once again, Dean looked at it from the beginning to the end. The previous changes he proposed had been corrected. He immediately took the quill pen from Peter and quickly signed his name.
"Done." Peter put away the consortium's contract and said to Dean: "Keep the contract well. Oh yes, remember to wear your medal at night. It is a symbol of your identity. If it is not necessary, it is best not to leave your body."
"I will."
"Now, you can join the others outside. Someone will take you to a temporary residence."
Dean nodded and turned to leave. He went out of the room and closed the door.
By the time he returned to the hall, Mason, Zach and the others had received their respective uniforms and medals. There was no difference between them and Dean. The beautiful woman saw Dean come over and said: "Everyone, come with me. I'll take you to a place to stay."
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Dean and others were arranged to stay in a castle under the name of the Mellon consortium. The environment was comfortable and clean. There were servants and gardeners to serve them. However, they were only allowed to stay for three days. After three days, except for Dean, everyone else had to return to their residential area. When it was time to perform the task, consortium carriages would bring them to the assembly point.
"Dean, you really can't take us there?"
"Dean, you can't be the same as Macon."
Mason and Zach looked at the neatly dressed Dean. They knew that he was going to attend the aristocratic party. They wailed.
Dean tidied up his cuffs and looked at himself in the mirror. He felt satisfied and said to Mason: "Help me get my boots."
Mason howled: "You are too much!" Finished, he turned around and handed Dudian's black boots to him.
Dean was neatly dressed. He saw the carriage outside the castle from the window. He immediately waved to Mason and the others: "I'm going." He went downstairs and left the castle. He put the medal on his shoulder.
"Not bad, you look quite handsome after dressing up." Peter opened the curtain and said with a smile.
Dean smiled and stepped into the carriage.
It didn't take long for the carriage to reach a secluded place in the commercial district. There was a very huge castle. There were high walls outside the manor. There were a row of lanterns hanging on the walls. More than a dozen exquisite carriages were parked outside the manor. There were servants guarding the carriages.
The banquet had begun when Dean and Peter arrived. Melodious music floated out of the manor.
Peter smiled: "It seems that we are a bit late. Go in and remember to be careful."
Dudian nodded.
Peter took Dean into the manor after showing his identity and invitation card. They went along the path to the banquet hall. There was a special servant who helped them open the door. Brilliant light came out of the hall, and faint music floated out. It was quiet and melodious.
"It's master Haydn's' Moonlight Beauty '!" Peter's eyes lit up as he rushed in.
Dean was about to keep up when he saw a tall figure in front of him. He looked up and saw a middle-aged aristocrat wearing exquisite silk clothes and a jade ring on his finger.
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