Chapter 16 The Bounty Hunter and the Steam Knight Tavern
When John first arrived and came into contact with the old Wood family, he had inquired about the local bounty hunter hall.
However, unlike cities like Sands Harbor and Cramento, Rem Town does not have a branch of the Bounty Hunters Guild itself, so the guild entrusts a relatively well-known bounty hunter who is about to retire to run a base for issuing tasks.
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This is also how most branches of bounty hunter guilds exist outside of cities.
Bounty hunters are a unique group in the New World countries headed by the White Eagle Federation. Because they were once a mixed colony, most of the people who came to take risks were restless, including many exiled criminals and gangsters. The public security was far worse than in other countries.
Upper Old World region.
After all, most royal countries have local nobles as the cornerstone of the king's rule. Generally, any public security cases will be solved directly by the local nobles. Although the nobles' fiefdoms are their private property, protecting the personal safety of the people is also inherent in a lord.
responsibility.
Therefore, although bounty hunters originated in the Old World, in the New World due to frequent security cases and insufficient police force in local security stations, the group of bounty hunters grew rapidly.
Today, with the rise of independence in the New World colonies, although most of them have established their own countries, in order to alleviate the problem of police tension, they continue to maintain the practice of hiring bounty hunters, giving these people the soil to survive.
From John's point of view, the dangerous west is a gathering place for bounty hunters. There are dozens of bounty hunters in the taverns and hotels of Rem Town all year round, and this is just a remote small town like Rem Town.
Town. In big cities, bounty hunters have formed bounty hunter guilds that are similar to trade unions, and have established their own headquarters building in Jinsha Port.
The bounty hunter stronghold in Rem Town is called the Steam Knight Tavern.
Two-story buildings are rare in the entire town, especially since the walls are made of blue-gray masonry instead of the wood that is common in western houses.
The door at the entrance is not the half-sided wooden door of a typical pub where you can see the lights and lively sounds inside, but is made of fully enclosed heavy iron-clad oak.
The windows facing the street are also closed, and the signboard depicts a fierce horse and a heroic knight riding a horse carrying a steam musket. This should be the origin of the name of the pub.
At this time, John was on a remote street in the west of the town. This place was far away from the busiest Fengling Street Market. Apart from the residents on the street, there were few outsiders coming in and out. Naturally, it was impossible to open a tavern here and the business would be very good.
However, the Steam Knight Tavern in front of him was doing surprisingly good business. When he opened the door, although it was not full, it was only five o'clock in the afternoon and there were already more than a dozen customers drinking and chatting.
When John, who was wearing casual clothes, opened the door and walked into the tavern, the noise inside was stunned. Then the drinkers did what they were supposed to do, and soon returned to normal.
Obviously, most of the people present knew this young man. After all, bounty hunters, as beings who wander on the edge of the law, have always been regarded as unstable factors by local security stations and police stations. Therefore, wherever they go, they must first touch
What is clear is the situation of the local police.
However, for well-informed bounty hunters, most of them are bohemian by nature and despise authority. They are just rural police officers. It is not like they have never seen high-ranking police officers in big cities.
John didn't take this too seriously. He went directly to the bar and said to a handsome middle-aged man behind him who had a distinctive strong beard on his chin and looked quite distinguished:
"Good evening, Mr. Vann! I heard your name mentioned."
The handsome middle-aged guy named Fann raised his head and said slightly stiffly:
"Good evening, Mr. Sheriff, if someone says something about me, it must not be true. After all, I only came to Rem Town ten years ago. Who knows about my past experiences? Do you want a drink?"
After hearing this, John looked at the bottles of spirits on the wine rack in the back, feeling a little embarrassed.
Adhering to his childhood upbringing, he never touched spirits. Ale was similar to beer in his previous life, but it had a lower alcohol content. However, most of the beers of this era had a weird sour taste due to incomplete fermentation. Finally, he saw a transparent bottle containing
Pale golden liquid, then he said:
"Okay! Then give me a glass of kumquat wine!"
As soon as John finished speaking, there was a whisper from behind.
"Wine for girls!"
Then there was a burst of muffled laughter.
Kumquat wine is brewed from a small orange variety that is not much bigger than a cherry. It is famous for its sweet and dry taste and rich and charming fragrance. Because the alcohol content is very low, it is not easily intoxicating, so it is generally a drink favored by noble ladies.
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John didn't look back. He was not the kind of person who would wrong himself for the sake of face. Besides, he was here to do business this time, and he couldn't delay things because of alcohol.
Vann, the boss behind the bar, did not mean to laugh at John, and shouted to the drinkers:
"Shut up, you weak souls. This glass is worth several of your bottles. Only those who have the ability to buy the most expensive bottles of spirits on my shelf are considered men..."
When the boss yelled, the drinkers did not dare to continue laughing at John because of his power.
Who makes them poor! Except for a very small number of bounty hunters, they are all carpe-de-camp masters. They spend money lavishly, whether it is purchasing equipment, liquor and food, and even more money is spent on women.
On the belly.
In the low period when there are no tasks, naturally you can only save money.
A glass of kumquat wine costs six cents, which are shiny white silver coins! It is enough for them to drink the cheapest ale in the bar for a month.
He gently raised the crystal wine glass, which was only used to hold precious drinks, and took a sip of the pale golden wine. The sweet and slightly sour aroma of kumquats made him feel happy.
Putting down a twenty-cent note on the bar, John said:
"I have a bounty that needs to be posted."
Fann raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.
"Please tell me, Sheriff."
John reached out his hand from his arms again and pushed over a piece of paper.
"This is what I need. The requirements are that only those kinds of prey can survive."
Boss Fann picked up the paper and looked at it, and couldn't help but become more confused.
As a senior bounty hunter, Fann's background is actually not that of an ordinary civilian. He usually completes the accounting of bar expenses by himself, so this list will naturally not trouble him.
"Volcanic ash, gold leaf, emerald?"
These materials are not considered rare, but they are not used in daily situations. They are more like things played by alchemists.
The next five beasts are very difficult prey, except for the strong wild horses whose kidneys are considered normal.
John listened to the boss's voice and explained: "It's the kind of relatively soft jade, not hard jade."
In the Brook language, jade and jade are the same words. They are both classified into the ranks of semi-precious stones or even ordinary stones that are much cheaper than ordinary gemstones. There is no such thing as the Middle-earth people who advocate beautiful jade and classify them in detail.
different species.
Vann took out a thick account book and recorded the contents of the reward on it, and then asked John to leave his signature.
After confirming the amount of the reward with him, the large wooden sign hanging on the wall next to the bar was written with white ash blocks.
There are seven or eight such wooden boards on this wall, and only three of them have writing on them.
John turned his head to look beyond the eyes of ordinary people, and found that they were all bounties for some well-known thieves in the West, and the top ones were the three leaders of the Vanderlin Gang.