There were very few villages at the edge of the city, and there would be one occasionally. Naturally, it was a place where people gathered, and there were many people in the tavern.
It was only natural that such facilities existed everywhere. No matter how small Thule was, it still belonged to people. If there were people, there would be disputes. Naturally, people were needed to resolve them.
Raising a reward and settling a matter. This was a simple economic industry chain, and at the top of it was this kind of tavern. There were various missions ranging from killing a Level Five Peril Species to offering a reward for a person's head. The number of people who could accept these missions was uneven.
Therefore, there was naturally a mix of good and bad in this tavern. There were shrimps and divine dragons.
In the northernmost land, the tavern's mission was to kill people and Peril Zergs. It was all a kill, so naturally, there was a deep grudge. There was no lack of people who accepted the mission and were attacked by their enemies the next day. The Brutus Tribe was the strongest among them. They had strong combat strength and there was no mission that they could not take on. Even if the target was a super dangerous species, they could still take care of it with the strength of the entire tribe. The prerequisite was that they had to pay the reward they needed.
Therefore, the location of their community was extremely secretive. All members would not leave the village before they reached adulthood. Even the children of the patriarch would not cross the line. This was because they had been taught this way since they were young.
All of these were listed on the small piece of paper in Rein's hand.
Of course, there was a need to do so.
Perhaps Rein owed Goziqi a favor, but he himself believed that this was the right of the strong. He was stronger than Goziqi, and he could take Goziqi's life. Of course, he had the right to make Goziqi do anything.
If he didn't do it, he would kill him.
The most direct thing was that Rein could not find the Brutus tribe's settlement quickly. Of course, he had a simple and direct solution.
The village was deserted, but it was also an oasis in the vast snow. All kinds of supply facilities were complete. Of course, the Brutus tribe also needed supplies. It was good that they could hunt Peril Species. However, some of the trace substances needed by human organisms had to be obtained through vegetables. They were hunters, not farmers.
Furthermore, in this icy environment, the snow and ice could not be boiled and drunk rashly. There might be blood of some dangerous poisonous species mixed in there. As for the seasoning…such a delicate ingredient was not something that the Brutus tribe could produce on their own.
This was just a small tribe that hunted and moved around, so of course, they had to come to the town to replenish their supplies.
Therefore, Rein could issue a mission in the tavern and specify the Brutus tribe. The Barust tribe was the best at hunting super dangerous species. Therefore, even if he issued a mission, he would not be alerted because of some suspicions.
The safest way to kill a super dangerous species was to find the Brutus tribe. This was only natural.
With a squeeze of his hand, Rein's palm glowed with dense light spots. A piece of gold the size of a baby's head appeared in his hand. He held the expensive piece of gold and walked straight to the tavern.
On the way, more than one person looked at the gold in his hand with burning eyes, but no one dared to take a step forward because the first guy who did so had already become sixty-four pieces of meat.
Rein would not waste words on such a thief-like person. He would kill him with a single slash, and even his own mother would not recognize him.
Rein had killed a chicken to show the monkey, and the ignorant Maine nodded in understanding. Following Rein, they could hear some noisy discussions and shouts.
As they neared the tavern, the voices of all kinds of gods could be heard. Rein didn't say a word. He took a sip of water and was already standing at the entrance of the tavern with Mayin.
His voice grew louder.
There were very few villages and towns in Thule, so almost all the surrounding tribes were looking for quests in this tavern. This was also the reason why Rein had come straight to this place.
Pushing open the door, a wave of heat blew in, mixed with the strong smell of wine and blood.
Rein ignored the pimps at the door. Although they were trying their best to introduce something to Rein, who was dressed like a rich man, they were all useless. Rein did not even want to look at them. He pulled Mayne's hand and walked to the side amidst the grumbling.
Rein single-handedly picked up a burly man who had drunk so much that he was scared out of his wits and threw him aside like a rag. He let Mayin sit on the chair and walked back to the bar counter.
He was about to issue a mission to the Brutus. He wrote down the details on the piece of paper with a quill.
"How much of the stuff I usually use to refresh myself is left?”Rein muttered in a voice that no one could hear,""Are the spoils of war that I looted from the 67 Divine Spirit Star Systems still there?”
Rein's question was answered in his mind.
Number 0791, the soul chip would never touch its master's things.
Although Rein's energy had been completely depleted and his biological skills were extremely weak, his soul space was still there.
It was impossible for a space owned by a world-destroying expert to be empty. Those things were not needed now, and Rein was too lazy to think about it.
---Start inspection: Inspection complete.
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--Other items with more than 100 star units will be automatically excluded.
Rein nodded, and a piece of paper appeared in his hand. He waved his hand, picked up the quill beside the bar counter, and wrote down the mission content and reward.
'Crusade Quest/Investigation Quest
Due to special needs, I hereby appoint the Brutus Clan to investigate the Peril Species. The remuneration is as follows:
Every super dangerous species, 100-year-old living resources, luxury food.
Rein was sure that the reward he offered was enough to turn the Brutus, who had been hunting for survival, into a group of lunatics.
These rewards were enough to turn a weak girl into a jet plane.
He did not write down the requirements for the investigation of the Super Peril Species. He had never heard of any classification that was beyond the Super Peril Species.
To be specific, he was not sure what a Peril Species was. Once he saw a Super Peril Species, he would know the difference between a Super Peril Species and a Super Peril Species.
Even if he could not defeat World Instinct now and could not resist him.
However, Rein's vision was on par with that of the Overgods.
An Overgod had to be a True God, and a True God had to be an Eternal Sovereign. An Eternal, he had to be undying.
And only those below undying were Sovereigns.
Below it were dozens of categories, and World Instinct…
It wasn't even comparable to a Demigod.
Rein could see through the world more clearly than his instincts. Therefore, he could determine the strength of the Peril Species born from the world at a glance.
After battling with countless godly spirits, his vision had long been honed to an unparalleled height.
After Rein finished writing, he put the pen back on the bar counter. A bartender stood in front of him, who seemed to be working part-time on the mission board. The bartender stared at Rein impatiently.
This kind of noble boss would never give a tip when he entrusted something.
Then, he beamed with joy.
Because the piece of gold in Rein's hand was thrown in front of him.
That was gold! Gold the size of a fist!
Damn, damn, damn!
Did that idiot just say that a noble boss never gives a tip?
They were going to give it all at once!
The bartender was delighted. He was about to raise his head to express his gratitude and respect when a cold killing intent descended on his heart.
His entire body trembled, as if he was standing on a frosty ground. Then, he raised his head. He looked at Rein's cold blue eyes, which were like ice that had been frozen for thousands of years, and he felt a chill down his spine.
He was very clear about the workings of this.
Rein's gold was like a candied date, and his cold gaze was like a big stick.
As for Rein's motive for doing this, he really did not want to waste any more time on this.
If they only gave him gold, this bartender was obviously an old fox.
If he only threatened him, the other party seemed to have a deep grudge against him.
Therefore, with both methods, even a lunatic would not be able to pick out the bones.
Rein turned around, and new trouble came.
"Tsk…"
Even he couldn't help but smack his lips.
Along the way, he was constantly in trouble. He was dressed luxuriously and brought a young girl along in the wilderness. It was indeed easy to attract trouble. But now... in this kind of place, trouble had come looking for him again.
A towel covered Maine's face. It seemed to be drugged and took away Maine's consciousness in an instant. Then, a bloated guy appeared in the shadows.
The people who noticed this guy looked away.
" Slave traders at the border..." Rein murmured.
Facing a group of ants who had come to touch him again and again, even if he was calm, he could not help but feel a wave of anger.
The bartender behind him suddenly became ferocious. He secretly took out a knife and stabbed it at Rein's back.
The professional smile on his face seemed to have put on a devil mask, and Rein's back was reflected in his eyes.
In this world, none of the men in Thule were weak. They were all experts who could kill dangerous species.
Therefore, the bartender's dagger cut through the air and stabbed at Rein's back at an extremely fast speed.
However, the rewards written on the list just now were too tempting. And Rein was so generous that he gave out hundreds of gold coins.
Therefore, he was tempted!
Slave traders were also his people.
This tavern was located on the ancient icy plain. It was the mouth of a demon that specialized in choosing people to eat!
However, this time, the Inferior Demon bit the 180-winged Divine Light Angel of Creation.
Rein smacked his lips in annoyance and anger.
He casually stepped back and continued to walk forward. He stared at the slave trader in front of him. He was about to run out of the tavern's door.
After a week of recovery, Rein's strength was almost equal to that of two ships.
A force of about 200,000 pounds was transmitted through the palm to the bartender's dagger.
There was also a trace of 'Qi' inside.
Rein flicked the tip of the knife in the bartender's hand, and his arm bent 1,080 degrees in the air, like a fried dough twist.
The 200,000-pound force directly entered the bartender's arm. This caused countless strong forces to run around in his arm and finally hit his joint, which was his elbow.
With his elbow as the base point, the bartender's elbow seemed to become the propeller base of the helicopter attack plane, and the engine started with his elbow. The blade in his hand...
The blade was tightly gripped by his five fingers because of the qi gathering on his entire arm. This poor bartender…
He just wanted to sell the little girl to some facility so that she could 'work' properly and earn some extra money for himself.
However, his arm turned more than three hundred times before he finally bent his arm and sent the dagger into his head.
This wasn't the end…The dagger was still spinning at high speed, slicing his upper body into pieces…
"What?" " What?" he asked in astonishment before falling to the ground.
Only a head remained.
This strange scene made everyone in the tavern scared out of their wits. They knew very well what kind of place this was. Any new adventurer, whether they were nobles or other monsters, would almost be bitten off.
The bartender used to be a professional assassin, but now his arm was twisted and he stabbed himself to death.
Like an elegant young master, Rein walked forward with a dignified appearance. His steps were very stable. He raised his arm and slapped forward with the back of his hand.
A dull sound was heard. The fat slave trader was originally as round as a basketball, but now he was even rounder.
That was because his head had disappeared.
It didn't disappear, right? To be more precise, it was just slapped thousands of meters away. The wound did not bleed, and there was no blood flowing out of the cross-section of his neck. He fell to the ground like a bamboo pole that had been cut off.
The wound was filled with a violent 'qi', which prevented him from bleeding.
Mayen fell down with him, and Rein took a step forward. This step was like shrinking the ground into an inch. He crossed five to six meters and directly pulled Little Dumb Cutie into his arms.
She was not even four years old. Even though the blood of the foreign race gave her a stronger mind, it could not change the fact that she was still a child.
Children were still children. It was normal for them to let down their guard when faced with a sneak attack.
He brought Mayne to sit at the table again. From the corner of his eye, he saw the tavern quickly changing its bartender and then continuing to operate. The two corpses were quickly moved outside and disappeared.
This time, no one came to find trouble with Rein. Sometimes, fear hurt more than a sharp blade.
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