Qianye suddenly felt as if a group of mammoths were galloping by, and he didn't know what to say. Didn't that old man run 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. In a place like Dark Blood City, do you want to be fair to a local snake who runs a weapon shop? And he wasn't cheated too much, that assault hand was worth fifty gold coins when 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 shook, and he immediately froze. The step he took stopped in the air, and he couldn't fall any more!
Qianye's movements were naturally not restricted, but at this moment, let alone touching weapons, he didn't even dare to move a toe. The knife-sharp air mechanism behind him has completely locked on to him, as long as he makes a slight movement, he may provoke a fatal attack like a storm.
And calmly, waiting for the opponent to make the first move, and looking for gaps under the traction of Qi, there is still a glimmer of life. This is the fighting instinct that he has acquired since he was seven years old and has been born and died countless times.
After a few seconds of stalemate like this, the sharp aura suddenly disappeared, and Qianye landed on the ground, and then slowly turned around.
The three big men in the hall all looked at Qianye with admiration in their eyes.
The old man stood up and said, "Little guy, judging by your expression just now, you must have been to Ah Yi Gun."
Qianye looked at the old man and finally noticed a slight difference.
The old man in the gun shop looked like an expert, but there seemed to be a little more wrinkles on his face. In retrospect, there were occasional cunning flashes in his eyes. And 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 very clear.
The old man said again: "The owner of Ah Yi's gun is my twin brother. His name is Ah Yi, and I am Ah Er. Everyone here calls me Er Ye."
Qianye felt that the expression on his face must be very exciting, because he really didn't know what to say now.
"Do you want to be a hunter?" Second Master asked.
"... yes." Qianye replied. He didn't think the second master seemed to be a liar, but Ah Yi's experience with guns kept echoing in his mind.
No liar looks like a liar.
The second master lowered his head and touched the inside of the counter a few times, took out a bronze medal in the shape of a six-pointed star and threw it over, saying, "You have passed the test and are now a hunter, a one-star hunter."
Qianye took the bronze medal subconsciously, and asked in a daze, "Test?"
"Just now, I took a look at you. That was a test, and you performed very well. So now you are a member of the hunter's family. Keep that thing, it is your token, and it is also the hunter's qualification certificate. "Second Master still said lightly.
Qianye looked at the bronze medal in his hand again, it was rubbed so shiny that it was obviously quite old. Still, it can't 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 membership fee first, then he didn't mind joining this hunter's family.
When he was thinking like this, the second master said: "Pay the quarterly membership fee first, one gold coin per month."
Second Master said it casually, but Qianye's heart skipped a beat.
"Then what are my rights?"
Second Master pointed to a tattered notebook hanging on the wall, and said, "It's all written there."
Qianye opened the notebook, and there were rules written by hand. Although the book is tattered, the handwriting is fresh and elegant, and each word reveals an indescribable power. Qianye's mind is turbulent when he reads it, and he has to secretly circulate the original force to stand firm.
The rules are actually very simple, the amount of dues a hunter pays will be the main evidence for promotion to a star. Depending on the star rating, the permissions are also different.
The main rights of the hunter include selling the certificate of killing the dark race to the hunter's family in exchange for bounty. 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 the items provided by the Hunter's House, the Hunter's House can also contact the relevant craftsman to make an order.
The hunting bounty alone is enough to pay back the membership fee. Of course, this premise is to be able to hunt enough dark races. Depending on the hunter's star level, the upper limit of the rewards that can be obtained is also different. For example, a one-star hunter can get a total reward of ten gold coins every month, a two-star hunter can get twenty gold coins, and the upper limit will be doubled for each star, and so on.
But at this moment, Qianye's eyes are full of the astonishing power hidden in that handwriting!
He finally calmed down and asked, "Can I see what kind of weapons and armor I can change?"
"Of course. Xiaomi, take him to the Yixing Warehouse."
A clever young man came out from nowhere, snapped his fingers at 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 weapon of the main army of the upper continent of the empire, the Hellfire force machine gun! These are level three firearms, and they are brand new guys!
However, there are four stars on this gun, which means that only four-star hunters can buy it. I don't know how it got into this warehouse. In addition, a full set of tactical armor, multi-functional saber, and all-terrain sights are available. This is simply a small arsenal.
Seeing this warehouse, Qianye finally dispelled his doubts, followed the boy back to the hall, and paid the membership fee honestly.
After completing the formalities, Qianye couldn't help but ask, "What if there are hunters who want to join and can't pay the membership fee?"
"You can owe it first. But the interest of one gold coin will be added every month." Second Master said lightly.
Qianye was shocked again. For the quarterly membership fee of three gold coins, one gold coin interest will be paid every month. This interest rate is cruel enough.
Seemingly seeing what Qianye was thinking, a burly man interjected, "If you can't even make money from the membership fee, what kind of hunter are you? Go home and pick up the kids!"
What the big man said makes sense.
But Qianye didn't want to be charged the membership fee so easily. He took out a small bag, and poured out six blood-sucking fangs from it. These vampire fangs were left by the three vampires who traded with Qi Yue.
Qianye pushed the vampire fangs in front of the second master, and said, "These things should be exchanged for bounties, right?"
According to the exchange formula of the Hunter's 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 blood clans every month to be considered qualified.
Seeing this rule, Qianye understood why the Hunter's House looked so deserted. If you want to kill blood warriors, you must be at least a second-level soldier. This threshold is actually quite high, almost the same as the requirements for recruiting new recruits from the Red Scorpion. 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 more than enough to pay back the membership fee, Qianye thought so.
The second master suddenly snorted, stretched out his hand to pick up a fang, looked at it for a while, and said: "If I read correctly, this fang should be taken from an official member of the Niederscher clan. This vampire clan They have produced earls, and it will be very troublesome if they develop enough descendants. Therefore, they are more threatening than ordinary fourth-level blood races, and this pair of fangs alone is worth ten gold coins."
Qianye didn't expect that the vampire elder he killed actually had a lot of background. Originally, the blood clan, which was equivalent to a fourth-level soldier, could only exchange four gold coins. Now, according to what Second Master said, the bounty has more than doubled.
The second master rummaged through the counter again, took out ten gold coins and a hatchet, pushed them to Qianye, and said, "Your bounty has reached the upper limit this month, so I can't give you more. But I think this ax It’s quite suitable for you, so consider it my personal gift.”
Qianye took the hand ax, weighed it in his hand, and then looked it over carefully.
The ax is very small, no more than half a meter long, and the surface of the ax is only the size of a palm. It is heavy to start with. 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 could cause any reaction. When fighting in the wild, the value of this ax that cannot be detected by various instruments and abilities will undoubtedly increase a lot.
Qianye waved it lightly, feeling very smooth, as if it was an extension of his own arm. He suddenly slashed a few times with force, the blade of the ax cut through the air, and there was a faint shriek!
Qianye's face showed joy, this handle ax is 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 straightforward.
After putting the handle 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."
Second Master squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was about to doze off, and nodded slightly when he heard this, as farewell to Qianye. When he saw the trajectory of the hand ax before, the sharp edge that flashed in his eyes had long since disappeared, as if it had never existed before.
After Qianye left, a big man said: "The little guy is good, he has potential."
Another said coldly: "I hate him. He smells like an Imperial dog's leg."
The third person shrugged and said: "The dog legs are also divided. This little guy is obviously from a group of top dog legs."
"Top doglegs are doglegs too!" said the previous guy.
The second master took out an old-fashioned pocket watch out of nowhere, looked at the time, and said slowly: "This little guy is very suitable for that task."
"which one?"
"The task about Miss Kiki."
The three big men suddenly shivered, and there was already some sympathy in the eyes looking at Qianye's back.