Someone once said that the city of Katris is a chaotic crucible, just like the ancient legend of the witch who used to make pots for pots made of medicine, was thrown into all kinds of things. Different cultures and different ethnic groups communicate in this city, and then paint their own colors on the city.

The empire adopted an open attitude towards immigration, and such a policy affected the autonomous territory under it. Humans of different ethnic groups, demons who are similar to humans but have different blood ties, and even Gulinius, who belong to two species, can become residents of the autonomous territory. Recently, I heard that some self-aware undead began to propose proposals in the imperial capital to obtain normal citizenship, which made people feel that the times have changed.

If these common different ethnic groups or races have a personal appearance in their physical structure, the residents of some minority races are somewhat impressive. Just one look can feel that they have an absolute difference from humans.

On the edge of the Old Continent, the wilderness, swamps, deserts and mountains that have not yet been completely covered by human footprints, there are many intelligent races of different species growing from races with animal characteristics in human bodies to races that seem to be combined with animals and humans... Various "humans" with different characteristics form relative collectives based on tribes or city-states.

In the past, some scholars called them "sub-race", as if to claim that "humans" are the center of all literature "Feng" "Literature and Bright, and they divide some of the human qualities into races that are inferior to humans. However, these species have their own civilizations, and are essentially too different from humans.

Undoubtedly, these intelligent creatures that are human rather than human are sometimes regarded as monsters, even if some of them are existences with good intentions towards humans. Their appearance makes people feel a sense of fear in plain sight, and when they have powers that humans cannot do, people are often more afraid of their existence.

The cool-dressed woman in front of her was one of these "monsters" who looked like humans. She sat leisurely in front of the bar counter, and the red snake body below her buttocks moved from time to time. The scales on the snake's body reflected the brilliance under the dim light, like armor.

The Lamian snake race, a nation living in the warm desert areas of the Old Continent, gives people a sense of oppression just from their appearance. The boys' understanding of this nation does not come from formal research books, but from the stories in the holy book in the hands of missionaries.

"I saw a woman coming from the end of the horizon. She was covered in venomous light. Snakes followed her, and their march was like a black storm blew in the desert. All the people and beasts that touched them were swallowed by this dazzling light and turned into corpses..."

The second section of "The Story of the Sand Sea" which is a classic chapter of "The Holy Book", describes the story of a traveler who encountered a woman of the Ramian snake race in the depths of the desert. After being played with his wisdom, he used his wisdom to escape from the woman's hands before he was about to be brutally killed.

The sect is probably the only part of the holy book that mentions this race. However, in the short story of less than a few thousand words, a large part of it is a slander of this nation. The same "story" plot is everywhere in the holy book. As one of the most widely popular religions among humans, the Holy Bishop has not been able to escape the influence of anthropocentrism so far, although thisism has been refuted many years ago and is worthless.

Perhaps for some secular religions, communicating with species other than humans is just a relaxed and casual thing, but for a young man whose ethics and morals have been shaped by people who believe in the bishops over the past decade, the woman in front of him is really a symbol of disaster.

To what extent can the teenager sacrifice for his current goal? His closest companion has become a small box in the Bone Hall, and it is not obvious that it was once a human bone colony. The family wealth that had never been seen since the beginning is still not present, and there is nothing left. Is it a desire for revenge or faith important?

It seems that this is not a question that needs deep thought. After a moment of silence, he made a decisive decision and followed Curt silently.

When I saw Curt walk to him and sit down, the half-human and half-snake woman smiled and said to him, "Really, Leinster, you are too late, right? Are you so relieved that I, a weak woman, waited for you in such a place full of gangsters in the middle of the night?"

To be fair, her face was quite beautiful, with a healthy blush on her just right melon-shaped face. Paired with the national costume, she looked a bit like a worker like Rebecca. In her mouth with a malicious smile, her two sharp canine teeth showed slightly, vaguely claiming her danger.

Curt sighed and said mercilessly: "I'm sorry, I don't think you are a weak woman... Hemia, if you want, the people in this bar will only take a few seconds, right? Your poison is not something that ordinary humans can bear."

The woman's name is Hermia, at least how she told Curt, and she is indeed a dangerous person, just like her terrifying appearance.

"It's okay, I won't use precious poison on these messy bodies." Hermia hissed, just like a snake as she looked. "Speaking of this, I've drunk a lot of wine today. Of course, I'm going to ask you to come and invite this stall?"

The Ramian snake race is good at harmonizing drugs. Their clan masters the pharmaceutical technology that has been passed down from afar to the present. Whether it is the magic medicine used to treat diseases or the highly toxic drugs used to kill, or other wonderful medicines with various functions... The medicine they made is one of the most advanced representatives of the imperial capital in the pharmacies of the imperial capital.

As for Hermia, Curt didn't know how good she was to make other potions, but if she was competing with the skills of poisoning, there might not be any of the assassins in the entire city of Katris who could surpass her. After all, her nickname for "venomous snake" is not a false reputation.

"Anyway, I'm asking you to have a few drinks, it doesn't matter." Curt glanced at the bartender who looked like a native of Katris, and then looked at the smiling Hemia, "As long as you order something that is not specifically used to deal with the suckers."

Liqi looked at Hermia unhappily. The half-human and half-snake woman was as unresponsive as if she hadn't seen her. On the contrary, her attention was always on the boy, and although the boy who was staring at her was very uncomfortable, she still stood by silently following Curt's request.

"Then, Leinster, what's the matter with me? You have to know, when I heard you say you had something to entrust me, I was really a little surprised. After all, a mercenary who always advocated compliance with the law actually had to entrust me with some entrusting me, which made me feel the power of the times."

Her acquaintance with Curt was only due to accidental intelligence exchanges, and Curt had never looked for her for reasons other than this. Liqi had also seen her several times by chance, but the relationship between the two seemed to be so bad that she could not speak without saying anything.

The boy kept a blind eye to Hermia. Finally, Hermia, who showed her fangs, was no longer willing to suppress her curiosity. She leaned out in the direction of the boy and said, "What else is this boy here for? It looks delicious."

As she said this, Hermia licked her lips and showed a charming smile. It seemed that this slum-born boy was quite interested in her appetite in a sense. The teenager she was targeting did not pay attention to her as much as possible, but the sweat on his forehead made his nervousness clear.

Looking at Hermia staring at the boy, Curt clapped his hands: "Hehe, although I have no objection to your personal interests, this time I'd like to not rush to eat him. After all, no matter what, he is also looking for your client this time."

Liqi, who was sitting aside, snorted softly. It seemed that she had complaints about something that Curt didn't care about, especially her personal interest in Hermia.

"oh?"

Ignoring Liqi's unhappiness, Curt's words made Hermia seem to think of something and smiled even more obvious. Her eyes, which had been watching the boy, suddenly shine, and a look of greed appeared in her pupils like a reptile.

"I think you probably already know that I'm dealing with some things with the security team recently," Curt opened his coat to show him, and put a slightly thick envelope in the inner bag of the suit. "I've sorted out the specific situation, and everything I can tell you has been recorded here."

Hermia looked at the envelope handed over by Curt with interest and tried to start weighing the weight of the information inside. For mercenaries or assassins, intelligence is extremely valuable to most professionals who perform skill output work, but how much value an intelligence is still necessary to judge carefully.

"So? Information about an incident that the guard is investigating should be valuable information. But if you want to use these to buy my 'poison'... Although you consider giving you a discount when you are old friends, it still seems a bit cheaper, right?"

She grinned and showed a sly smile. The assassination has different prices for taking human life. This is just like different information. It needs to be paid according to the situation.

"This is just a deposit to show our sincerity."

Curt shrugged and said indifferently: "The target is a high-level spell rated by a four-star talent dispatch agency. As for the reward... This time I am only responsible for introducing it. Regarding remuneration, you probably need to communicate with this client."

The price of assassinating a high-level magician is naturally equal to the difficulty of killing him. According to the price of some hunter companies, a high-level magician with a four-star rating in talent dispatching agencies is about the sum of the salary that Curt earned after working hard for five to six years.

Of course, this young man couldn't get all the money through a formal way. (To be continued...)
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