When night fell, Saul's life wasn't over yet.
Only after finishing work during the day would it be time for individuals to relax. Unlike in the past, where individuals would sleep at night, there were many entertainment activities in the city at night.
The business district would be open all night. Two or three people could meet up at the bar to brag, surf, or shop until the next morning.
The illusion theater provided the most popular illusion entertainment. If one wasn't used to this fantasy world, the electronic street in the east district was a place where technology and life gathered.
This developed city with diverse cultures created this strange metropolis. One could meet anything and anyone here.
However, some places and some people would only be active late at night.
The Black Bat Bar was such a mystical place. It was located in the slums of Saul's outer district. It only opened at 3 AM and closed at 5 AM.
Its business had always been good, but that didn't mean that there would always be people lining up before it opened. Instead, customers would often come and go in a hurry. They would enter with their heads lowered and leave with their faces covered.
Actually, nobody would pay attention to the alcohol inside. Instead, they were all focused on the notice board on the wall of the bar counter.
The notice board was filled with simple photos with a serial number and an amount of money.
If one took a liking to a photo, they would go to the bar counter and report the serial number. Then, they would be able to obtain an information bag.
Some people would be satisfied and accept the information bag, but most people would shake their heads and return to the bar. Then, they would start looking for new targets.
In just a short two hours of business, people would constantly bring in small boxes and bags. They would place bloodstained photos on the bar counter. Then, the bartender would take down the corresponding photos from the wall.
At this point, it was quite clear that this was Saul's Dark Bounty Hunter branch … or, to be more direct, the Dark Bounty Hunter branch.
On the upper right corner of the target's wall, there was a photo that seemed to have been there for quite some time. The boy in the photo who was dragging a heavy suitcase seemed rather familiar.
"Rorschach L. Harloys. Wood spirit mixed-blood. No job rank."
Although the description was simple, the amount of money on the photo was quite eye-catching.
"60,000 gold coins and 12,000 neutral Divine Tributes."
This was a bounty that would make anyone go crazy. However, the reason why nobody wanted it was because of the black words under the photo.
"Exploding Bear Mercenary Group."
"Lone Ranger. Poison Dual Blade Rien."
"Black Lion Order."
"Dragon Hunter Ryan."
Although the owner of this place was a heartless middleman, the basic rules still had to be followed. Every time someone accepted a mission and failed, the bartender at the bar counter would come over to add on.
Now, there was a sea of people under the photo, ranging from mercenary groups to lone hunters.
Even a newbie would wonder if he was stronger than the Undead above him when he saw such a situation.
"All members of the Fain Legion."
The expressionless bartender added a new note at the bottom. Behind him, there were gasps of surprise.
"… Even the Fayne Legion, which is composed entirely of Tier 2 players, was defeated? If I remember correctly, their leader is a Legendary expert. "
"Isn't it normal to lose? Wasn't Rien the Twin Blades a Legend too?"
"… It's a good thing that I didn't accept it back then. I mean, the information was so simple. How could they possibly offer such a high reward?"
However, there was still a hint of fear in his words. As the bartender and mission issuer here, Black Hand Hero shook his head silently.
It was likely that the higher-ups would be able to take down this mission in just a few days.
After all, a mission that nobody accepted would be meaningless.
This wasn't to say that Saul's shadow faction was helpless against the Fayne Legion. It was just that this mission wasn't something that any random person could accept … The true powerhouses of the shadow faction wouldn't casually appear in such a place. They all had their own ways of accepting missions.
However, Black Hand Hero was still faintly angry. He wasn't angry at the troublesome Fayne Legion, but rather at the mission issuer.
"… Are they purely using individual players as cannon fodder? Have the higher-ups never considered that not only will this damage our reputation, it'll also damage our foundations? Perhaps that target is more important than Saul's branch? "
Black Hand Hero had faintly grasped the truth from the information he had. In the past, the Guild would directly refuse such a mission. However, not only were they unable to refuse this mission, they couldn't even say anything due to their status.
What Black Hand Hero could do was to quickly add a death list to the Guild so that these individual players would know how powerful they were.
"… Wait a moment, this person's bounty has been changed."
A gray envelope was handed to Black Hand Hero. The moment that Black Hand Hero opened the envelope, Black Hand Hero's face became even paler.
Black Hand Hero could already see that soon, the walls of the bar counter would be filled with black words, and Saul's night would be dyed red with blood.
By then, would there be even half as many familiar faces sitting here as there?
Black Hand Hero expressionlessly looked at his colleague, who shook his head at him.
Oh, yes, the higher-ups' orders couldn't be changed.
And so, Black Hand Hero returned to the place where he had just copied Black Hand Hero's name and added a few more words.
Yep, with just a few words, Black Hand Hero added a zero to the bounty, and increased the even more valuable Divine Tribute reward by nearly twenty times. Black Hand Hero then added a small additional reward.
"600,000 gold coins, 200,000 Divine Tributes, and 10 humanoid descenders!"
The next instant, this bar that was used to being quiet went into a frenzy.
The harvesters who were usually cold and indifferent were now excitedly chatting with each other and forming their own factions, preparing to take down the big fish together.
Only Black Hand Hero coldly looked at them as if he was looking at a bunch of dead people.
"What a familiar ceiling …"
Black Hand Hero once again woke up from his coma. He opened his eyes and took a deep breath, but almost choked himself.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Rorschach kept coughing as he clutched his chest. This was a type of discomfort that made him feel like he was suffocating from lack of oxygen.
"Elements, magic power …"
Black Hand Hero instinctively muttered some unknown desires. When he opened his eyes again, the world seemed subtly different.
There was faintly light green powder in the air, and ocean-blue waves were jumping around in the water. The elemental spirits' laughter echoed in his ears. A mysterious sense of hunger and emptiness came and went quickly.
"My hair grew longer again …"
Black Hand Hero's hair was so long that it reached his knees. Even without looking in a mirror, Black Hand Hero would know that he looked no different from a barbarian.
Black Hand Hero got off his bed and saw a letter on the coffee table next to him. Judging from the handwriting, it was written by Su Nanna.
The content of the letter was quite simple. She wanted to help Rorschach ask for a leave of absence. She wanted him to return to school after he recovered so that he wouldn't have to worry about his studies. After all, he was destined to be her junior … The letter also specifically mentioned that the reason she asked for a leave of absence was that Rorschach's illness had acted up in May and that he intended to take a one-month leave of absence.
"This girl, is she taking revenge on me, or does she really want me to be her junior?"
Rorschach helplessly put down the letter. Not all of the letter was nonsense.
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