Feng Manyun pushed open the door. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The door was riveted with iron bars and planks, and the hinges were sparsely tended and creaked open with lack of lubrication.

It's not a market, it's like an abandoned warehouse, and you can hear the whispers of people inside.

The warehouse was large, but the lights were not turned on, and the people inside seemed to be accustomed to moving in such a dark and closed place. It was early afternoon, and the suddenly opened door illuminated a small area at the door of the warehouse, which also attracted the attention of many people inside.

Through the light at the door, Feng Manyun and the others saw the situation inside. Such a small warehouse, but it gathers people of all identities and statuses that a teenager can think of. Some of them are dressed in fine clothes, some are in rags, but they are so strange and peaceful in the same room. The people gathered in the room kept the conversation low and kept their voices low, and while they were talking, they squinted their eyes and looked warily at the two uninvited guests outside the door.

"Little girl, you're in the wrong place." Seeing two teenage children suddenly appear outside the door, a man dressed as a ronin near the door spoke.

"We don't." Seeing that Mu Tou didn't speak, Ah Ping had no choice but to face the people in the house and say, "We're here to buy something." ”

Seeing the girl's serious appearance, the people who were close to them laughed one after another, "If you want to buy vegetables, just go to the market, we are a 'small market' here, and we don't sell melons, fruits and vegetables, nor rouge gouache." A scar-faced ruffian said.

"That's not what I heard." In the end, Ah Ping, a hunter who sells buns at the gate of the union all the year round, has also seen a lot of hateful faces, and she said without fear, "I heard that everything is sold in the small market. ”

A man with oily hair came out of the crowd, probably speaking in this market: "Since the two of you have come here to admire the fame of the small market, can you tell me what you want to buy?" ”

"I'm going to buy a qualification." Feng Manyun said in a dumb voice, "A trainee hunter's qualification." ”

The man looked Feng Manyun up and down, with a strange look in his eyes: "Ah Hao did mention a business that wanted to buy hunter qualifications, but I didn't expect it to be two such young children." He waved at the two of them, "Come with me." ”

Feng Manyun and Ah Ping glanced at each other and saw the encouraging look in the girl's eyes. He straightened the sword behind his back and followed the steward into the darkness.

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"This is the training assignment you want." The steward placed a roll of paper tied with a ribbon in front of Feng Manyun.

Ah Ping looked around at the small room that the two had been brought into. From the outside, this is just an ordinary barn, but the oil-headed man who followed the leader turned left and right in the dark, and actually walked into such a unique side room.

The room was clean, there were no windows around, only a few holes in the top of the head for ventilation, the walls were painted a soft beige, and there was only a simple set of tables and chairs. It was Feng Manyun who sat opposite the steward, and she, a girl, could only stand aside.

Xiao Manyun's entire attention was attracted by the paper scroll on the table, and he trembled and wanted to reach out to open it, but the oil-headed man grabbed his hand first.

"I'll test it for you." He tore open the ribbon and spread out the rolled paper.

The eye catches the smooth, yellowed front of the paper, which is braised with a golden pattern. On the paper, the words "pass the assessment and agree to entrust the training" were written in flowers, and the training venue and instructor were also clearly written, and there was even a deacon's autograph. Only the name field in the power of attorney is empty.

"Just put your name on it here and you can report to the training ground as a trainee hunter." The oily man looked a little proud, "Don't worry, I guarantee with the credibility of the small market that this power of attorney is absolutely not fake." "But you have to be careful, you will probably be reprimanded by the instructor of the training camp for being late." ”

"We bought it." Without waiting for Feng Manyun to speak, Ah Ping next to her spoke first, she took out a small flower cloth bag from her waist, and it jingled inside, and it turned out to be a whole bag of silver coins.

"Where did you get all this money?" Feng Manyun turned his head to look at the girl and asked in surprise.

The girl blinked: "Don't ask, your wishes matter, don't they?" She smiled playfully and poured the money in her pocket onto the table, "Fifty silver coins in total, that's the agreed price." ”

"I thought...... We're just here today to ask about the price. Feng Manyun was a little wooden, when he was outside, Ah Ping told him that. Ever since he was cheated out of all the silver coins in the trade union hall, Feng Manyun has been particularly cautious about money.

The boy himself is still penniless, and he was pulled by the girl today, just to try his luck and see if this kind of underground black market can really sell hunter places as rumored. As for how much money to spend, he had already made up his mind that he would find a short-term job in Golden Feather City to earn the asking price of the small market.

"Hunter quotas are not available at any time, I can only catch up with Ah Hao, a candy seller, in advance, if I don't buy it today, I may not have it in the future." Ah Ping looked at Feng Manyun's frowning brow and explained.

"That...... Can you please say a word? The oily-faced steward slapped the table, allowing the two children opposite to focus on himself.

"What's wrong?" Feng Manyun asked.

"The money you give...... Inadequate. He said, pointing to a small pile of silver coins on the table.

"How so? Didn't you say fifty silver coins? Ah Ping was shocked and angry.

"Calm down, listen to me." The steward laughed, but there was a strong smell of philistine in that smile, "This power of attorney is not an ordinary power of attorney. ”

Although the small market claims to be "anything can be bought", the means of the black market are limited, and the number of trainee hunters strictly controlled by the union is a scarce and difficult to obtain goods. The power of attorney is the same, both of which are to prove the identity of the trainee hunter and serve as a proof of their training report. However, the difference in their value is reflected in the "Training Ground" column.

There are hundreds of training grounds in the vicinity of Golden Feather City, some of them are remote, some are too dangerous, and only a few of them have both convenient transportation and monsters of appropriate difficulty, and the materials on those monsters are useful resources for hunters.

The South Acropolis Ring Forest Training Camp is one such place.

Most of the surrounding areas of that camp are the territory of the Golden and Blue Chamber of Commerce, but they cooperated with the Hunter Guild and agreed to escort merchant ships for a fixed number of times without compensation, allowing the hunters of the training camp to train there, and of course, all the monster materials produced belonged to the trainee hunters themselves.

And that's where the golden sleeping bird's bright golden tail feathers are produced, and if the boys hunt one, or even just pluck a feather from the monster, they can exchange it for a gold coin as heavy as it.

"We don't want this hunting ground, can we change it?" Ah Ping pouted.

"No, it's hard enough to get a power of attorney," the steward shook his head, looking a little impatient, "we don't have the time or energy to get another one for you." ”

"And how much does this one cost?" Feng Manyun asked tentatively.

"Three gold coins." The steward held out three fingers like chicken feet.