The reason halfling mages are rare is because the physical traits of halflings are very suitable for becoming rangers or thieves. Of course, the majority of them are halfling chefs, as almost every halfling cannot resist the allure of gourt food. To ensure they can enjoy delicious als at all tis, they usually teach themselves excellent culinary skills.
Many nobles, who seek refinent and good food, are very willing to hire a halfling chef.
Half an hour later.
The five mbers of the Wolf Adventurer’s Guild regrouped, each sharing the information they had gathered.
"The weapons and equipnt sold at their weapons shop are indeed reasonably priced. I suspect the Higlind family controls several high-quality mining veins nearby, making the transportation costs very low."
"The prices for equipnt enchantnts at the Enchantnt Shop are about the sa as in other towns."
"The tavern sells a lot of Demon Blood Wine, but that seems normal, considering its proximity to the Dark Forest."
"I found that the Material Shop they run offers slightly lower prices for purchasing materials than elsewhere. Also, their Potion Shop..."
"I made an important discovery; the Charm Shop they opened actually has halflings! And not those fur-footed halflings with a lot of body hair or the strong halflings full of muscles like dwarves, but tall halflings as cute as Ryze—a ter twenty, baby face, fair skin, wearing a tattered thief uniform, so adorable... It’s just that the service prices are a bit high."
The surrounding temperature suddenly beca scorching hot.
Ossai, who had been speaking continuously, froze and quickly shut his mouth. Because his companion, the tall half-elf Ryze, had the tip of his magic staff glowing red, with tiny snakes of fla dancing around. Under the illumination of the fla snakes, Ryze’s cute boyish face turned completely red, though it was unclear whether it was due to anger from Ossai or the firelight.
"Cough, cough, Ossai, apologize quickly!" The middle-aged leader spoke up, then looked at Ryze, "Ossai’s just this kind of jokester, he had absolutely no intention of insulting halflings. Ryze, don’t take it to heart..."
Ossai also realized he had spoken out of turn and quickly slapped himself twice, apologetically saying, "My bad, my bad."
"Alright, stop hitting yourself. I was a bit emotional myself..." The halfling mage Ryze ended the prepared magic, sighed, and said sowhat desolately,
"We halflings don’t have a country of our own; we can only live within the nations of other races. It’s normal for things like this to happen. If not for this, those without talents to pursue a profession would starve or et a more tragic fate...."
"Haha, why’s the mood so off? Alright, let’s go to the tavern for a drink. It’s on today." The leader chuckled, glossing over the matter lightly.
Later that night, the leader quietly pulled Ossai aside.
"Leader, what is this?" Ossai, having drunk a bit of wine, looked at the leader, his face slightly flushed with curiosity.
The leader, with a small tuft of mustache and looking around forty, coughed, glanced around, then leaned in closer to Ossai’s ear, asking in a whisper,
"What’s the na of that Charm Shop?"
"What?" Ossai’s eyes widened, unable to react in that mont.
"Don’t pretend, I’m talking about the one with halflings...." The leader muttered softly.
Realization dawned on Ossai, and he looked at the leader in disbelief, clearly not expecting the leader to be that kind of person....
"Hey, if you don’t answer, where are you going?"
"Aren’t we going to find halflings? Let’s go together." Ossai turned back and rolled his eyes.
The leader hesitated, "Together? Can they handle it, those tiny halfling fras...."
"?" Ossai looked at the leader oddly, "Leader, you’re perverted. I wasn’t thinking of being comrades with you in that sense."
"Scram." The leader turned red and muttered curses.
"By the way, finish quickly; we have to continue the mission tomorrow. The commission from the client is substantial this ti, finishing this task can cover us for several months."
.....
Outside Pross Town, a tawny castle stood on a high slope in the Wasteland.
The castle was nad Wit Castle, established in the na of the mage Wit.
The castle’s area wasn’t large, just a few hundred acres.
Due to the nightti, there were torches burning with pine resin throughout the castle, with faint crackling sounds, a slight pine fragrance, and the gentle night breeze.
At this mont, in the study, Wit sat on an exquisite wooden chair covered with blue beast hide, listening to the report from a thief spy in leather armor standing before him.
"Let confirm again, are you sure that was a Level 6 Demon Storm Wolf?" Wit asked with a serious tone.
"I guarantee with my life that the information is absolutely reliable," the thief said with a serious expression.
After hearing this, Wit nodded and gestured for him to leave.
After the thief left, Wit poured himself a glass of crimson Demon Blood Wine. Feeling the burn in his stomach, he exhaled slightly.
"More and more powerful adventurers are pouring into Pross Town recently, it’s becoming problematic." Wit’s brows furrowed, showing so concern.
Initially, Wit was delighted by the situation because more adventurers ant more strength, which increased the profits for the territory. But now, with the growing number of adventurers and the appearance of many unfamiliar strong figures, Wit’s pressure increased greatly, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that sothing was off.
"Inside the castle, there’s a group of twenty Dragon Blood Warriors, along with over three hundred ordinary warriors. If any changes occur, it should...." Wit pondered for a mont, suddenly his eyes beca resolute, "No, Pross Town is the family and Dark Forest’s bridgehead, and it’s a visible major force that diverts attention from Lang Village, it must not be compromised!"
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