Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 876 Kitten and Wanderer

It was not until it was completely dark that Durul finally came back drunk.

He was a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard, wearing leather armor. Even when he went out for a drink, he was still fully armed.

A long dagger, two throwing knives, a throwing axe, a crossbow, a powerful bow, a fully automatic pistol, a long sword, plus bottles and jars hanging around the waist... This is the value of the "Survival Expert" professional characteristic of all-terrain combat without disadvantages.

Born in the Black Hawk, he grew up in the mountains and naturally became a good hunter. But he did not choose to join the mercenary group and become a notorious war mercenary. Instead, he chose to leave his hometown and go to other countries to become a bodyguard for adventurers and archaeologists.

These days are quite comfortable and pleasant.

If Durul is well fed, the whole family will not have to worry.

He was a homeless prodigal who didn't know when he would die - he had no parents, no wife, no children, no master, and no apprentice. So he didn't have any scruples. He usually used all the money he got from completing tasks for food, drink, and entertainment, and then used it to upgrade equipment.

Don't keep a penny, spend it all.

When you run out of money, just find a job - anyway, if you fail in the mission, you'll just die, which is much more comfortable than dying without spending all your money.

A fourth-level "survival expert" doesn't have to worry about finding a job, nor does he have to worry about not being able to find a job when he runs out of money. As a result, after so long, he has a resounding name in the industry called "Rogue".

He originally took "Wikipedia" and "Kitty" to eat and drink. In the end, neither of them wanted to get drunk, so they went back in the afternoon. The wanderer stayed inside, hugged the woman, listened to the songs, and played cards with the wizards. He played for a whole day, and only went home satisfied after losing all the change he had.

"Old man, I'm back!"

The drunken wanderer shouted at the iron gate in front of the villa: "Open the door!"

Of course he had the key, but he was too lazy to open it.

As a result, he had just shouted when his ears suddenly moved.

Three, four, five...seven, eight?

...Why are there so many breathing sounds inside?
The wanderer wiped his face and instantly sobered up. As the power of adaptation flowed, the alcohol in his body was detoxified and dissipated in the blink of an eye.

He frowned slightly, his eyes became sharp and serious. He subconsciously stretched out his fingers and flexibly checked whether the equipment on his body was in a position to be used at any time.

Then he took out the key, opened the iron door, and wanted to sneak in carefully.

At this moment, someone walked out of the villa.

That was the trap master who went drinking with him at noon, code-named "Kitty".

In their line of work, they usually give themselves a code name. The principle is similar to the promotion ceremony, but different... The real name is protected in the promotion ceremony, mainly to prevent offending people in it - for example, killing teammates who entered the promotion ceremony with the other party, or interrupting the other party's promotion in the promotion ceremony, and then the other party comes to retaliate in reality.

There are people who are willing to accept defeat, but they are rare. The promotion ceremony above the third energy level often causes permanent soul damage, and not everyone can swallow the shame of having their future ruined.

If you ruin my future, I will kill your whole family - this kind of situation also happens.

Mercenaries use pseudonyms mainly to prevent themselves from being cursed by demonologists or ritual wizards after their real names are revealed.

As long as you have a designated curse medium and know the other party's real name and a small amount of information, you can cast a curse.

After all, everyone knows that these mercenaries have money but no connections, and it is difficult to find high-level priests to help remove the curse. Often someone will be hung with several difficult curses, and then send a letter to extort money, and the curse will be removed for you after the money is sent to the designated location.

If it really can save you from disaster, it would be fine. But in most cases, when the other party is short of money, they will think of this "good friend" first, and then curse him again to ask for money.

If the curser's exact location cannot be tracked backwards, this kind of blackmail will often last a lifetime. Some unethical employers will "self-deal". That is, they hire a group of mercenaries, get the other party's real information in the name of an interview, and then collect the other party's personal belongings during the mission. After paying the commission, they will find the curser to blackmail the other party, so as to get the money back, or even more.

"Kitten" is also a fourth-level adapter, so he and "Rurouni" have similar interests.

She was short, with short brown-gray hair. She always huddled in the black invisibility cloak, and only the part below her nose could be seen. Judging from the shape of her lips and skin, she was not too old, at most in her early thirties. There were several tattered yellowed strips of cloth wrapped around her wrists and palms - they should also be some kind of extraordinary items.

Seeing that none of the traps stored in the hands of the trap master were triggered, and also smelling no scent of gunpowder on her from afar, Rurouni felt relieved.

"Uncle Rurouni!"

The kitten was very anxious: "Why did you come back just now?"

"rest assured……"

Realizing that nothing serious had happened, the wanderer yawned again and resumed his drunken and lazy attitude: "I won't be hungover tomorrow anyway. Aren't we leaving tomorrow?

"Why, is there a distinguished guest here? Is it some important person?"

The wanderer asked half sarcastically and half indirectly: "Want to add some people to the team? Do you want to pay more?"

He doesn't know much about archaeology and history, but he is very knowledgeable about supernatural knowledge.

The person who was willing to recruit six Level 4 Transcendents to do the archaeological work probably didn't want to find any relics that were too recent. Besides, the employer this time... was not weak. He must be a Transcendent himself.

The wanderer had already prepared to die in the ruins, so he lived for today and enjoyed himself.

Based on his understanding of the wizard lords in the Narcissus Principality, they care about reputation and honor above all else. If the ruins this time are old enough, the lord who heard about this will have to send some people in.

If they can put some effort into it when the time comes, they will be able to reap half of the benefits of this archaeological discovery.

With a little publicity, after a few decades... the archaeologists and their employers will become "Team X" in the records, with only the names of the relevant wizard lords remaining.

This wasn't the first time that Drifter had seen something like this.

But he was happy to see this kind of thing - the archaeological results had nothing to do with him anyway.

If the mage lord wants to get someone in, then he has to be a powerful mage like an "inheritor" to help him brush up his qualifications, and at least he has to be someone the lord likes; he will also give them some extra money and equipment as "sponsorship". While improving security, the benefits also increase... Isn't that wonderful?

As for raising children - he understands that even better.

As long as he is thick-skinned enough to invite the other person to drink, play cards, and occasionally flatter him, not many rebellious young people will become his enemy.

“…He is indeed a big shot.”

The kitten nodded.

The wanderer followed behind the kitten and asked casually, "Who did the great wizard bring?"

The other party did not use a code name. After all, he was a big shot and was not afraid of ordinary curses. He was also usually in the limelight, so this one time was not a big deal. But because of this, Rurouni could not remember the other party's name.

"It's bigger than that."

As they approached the door, the kitten's voice became lower.

She whispered, "You must not be disrespectful to adults..."

...Haha, I want to see which big shot is so arrogant.

Rurouni scoffed, not taking Koneko's words to heart at all.

He has no home, no job, and no scruples. If he gets pushed into a corner, he will just fight with the other party. After all, his life is worthless. It is not a loss for everyone to fall into the river of dreamland together...

...But there's no need to implicate others.

Thinking this, Rurouni took two quick steps to the kitten and pushed open the door of the living room.

Under the bright light of the rune lamp, the crowd gathered together.

The blond young man in the middle of the crowd turned around and said with a gentle smile, "This is the wanderer, right?"

The young man had two strange bumps on his head, which reminded the wanderer of a deer growing horns.

——The bright and warm glow allowed the survival expert, Rurouni, to grasp the other party’s identity.

Survival experts can rely on their intuition to keenly judge the occupation type of the opponent and give them up to six labels. The labels customized by the wanderer are "good at using poison", "good at cursing", "good at illusion", "caster", "healer", and "can see through invisibility". Every time he looks at a person, if the other party meets one of these six conditions, the "most suitable label" will be automatically triggered and roughly judge the strength of the other party.

When he looked at the other person's identity, he clearly sensed the other person's occupation.

That's a "healer".

And it is far stronger than himself...that is to say, the fifth energy level.

Plus the thorn pattern on the other person's body... this luxurious robe...

...Oh my god, could he be a cardinal?
A human cardinal? No, he doesn't look human either. Humans don't grow horns...

Rurouni thought so and looked at the white-haired female companion beside the young man.

That delicate and beautiful face looked distorted like a doll. But Rurouni knew that it was best not to even look at such a beautiful woman... If he hadn't already received the deposit, he would have turned around and ran away when he saw her.

As long as it is beautiful to a certain extent, any contact for any reason is dangerous. It's just that the source of the danger is different.

And his "crisis intuition" also determined the other party's occupation type...

——Judged to be: [Adept at illusions].

The energy level is...the fifth energy level.

(End of this chapter)