This Wizard is So Unscientific!-Chapter 119 - Isnt This More Profitable Than Herding

Chapter 119: Chapter 119 Isn’t This More Profitable Than Herding Sheep?_1

Chapter 119 -119 Isn’t This More Profitable Than Herding Sheep?_1

Inside the moderately-sized Blue Tile Heart Tavern.

The sounds of merriment gradually ceased.

The demon hunters ordered food and drinks, beginning to feast to their heart’s content.

“Would you like to order something to drink? After all, you’re not the one paying,” whispered the young bartender as he approached.

“Black horn beef bread soup, extra beef, let the soup simmer longer to thicken it,” Tuck ordered his favorite dish.

“Hehe… got it,” the young bartender winked at Tuck, an “I understand” expression on his face.

Waiting for the meal.

Footsteps sounded from behind.

Then, the twenty-seven or twenty-eight-year-old demon hunter squad captain with golden-brown short hair and strange silver ringed eyes sat down next to Tuck.

“Andre Van.”

The demon hunter squad captain introduced himself.

Tuck glanced at this strong demon hunter genius before speaking softly.

“Taniru.”

“Are you here to hunt those Shepherds and Dark Sun Degenerates too?” Andre Van seemed to ask casually.

Tuck shook his head.

“For you demon hunters, hunting those Shepherds and Dark Sun Degenerates is a part of your training and growth.”

“For me, it’s not.”

“You can understand that I’m just passing through here,” Tuck responded lightly.

“Are you going back to St. Land?”

“I will return after this ‘Grey Night period’ is over,” Tuck nodded.

“That’s still more than ten days away,” Andre Van laughed.

From his tone, Tuck could tell.

Compared to wanting to know Andre better, this demon hunter captain seemed more interested in getting to know Tuck.

To these demon hunters, Tuck was a genuine “local” to some extent.

And a quite formidable one at that.

Nothing was more advantageous for their operations than having a capable “local” as their guide, not to mention one offering them advice and suggestions.

As expected.

The rough and ready foreign demon hunter captain soon laid out his real intentions.

“If you don’t mind, I would like to invite you to be our squad’s demon hunting guide before the next ‘Grey Night period’ ends,” he said.

Tuck turned to look squarely at the Intermediate Demon Hunter Transcendent, who was already more than forty levels high, and said seriously.

“If you want some useful advice from me,”

“My advice is, the waters of Black River Valley run deep, you won’t be able to fathom them!”

“But… I think you won’t listen,” Tuck added, prompting Andre Van to laugh.

He then lowered his voice.

“As our guide, you won’t need to fight. You just have to use your wizard means to help us find Shepherds. For every Shepherd hunted, you’ll get a payment of 50 Magic Gold,” he offered.

“How about it?”

Tuck’s eyes narrowed as he considered.

“One Shepherd for 50 Magic Gold, ten makes it 500 Magic Gold. A hundred would be 5000 Magic Gold.”

“Isn’t this more lucrative than shepherding?”

“And it’s not that dangerous, after all, this squad really does have strength.”

“What’s more important… it allows me to infiltrate them to some extent, guide them, and muddle the waters of Black River Valley!”

After pondering for a brief moment, Tuck nodded.

“No problem, but if I’m also forced into combat, then I want a share of the spoils,” he stipulated.

“Agreed,” nodded Andre Van.

“In that case, let’s gather here tomorrow morning, and we can try our first collaboration,” Tuck said, glancing at the time on his Ash Clock.

“Understood.”

The tentative agreement for cooperation was promptly reached.

With the departure of Andre Van.

Tuck’s deluxe version of the black horn beef bread soup arrived.

Looking at the beef almost spilling over, Tuck estimated it would cost at least two or three Silver Dragons.

But even so, to those foreign demon hunters, it was just a drop in the bucket.

After all, one piece of Magic Gold was worth twenty Silver Dragons.

While savoring the rich-flavored soup, Tuck thought about his plans for the future.

Locating Shepherds wasn’t a difficult task for Tuck.

Across the river, near the Ramore Ruins, the number of Shepherds and Dark Sun Degenerates was explosively high.

And the terrain there, Tuck was quite familiar with it.

After all, Tuck, both in his past and present, had spent no small amount of time scurrying through caverns, setting traps, and catching Black Mice.

Even if he didn’t go across the river, heading deeper into the Black River Valley Tower City State was also an option.

According to the Dwarf Alchemist Barkin.

There too, was a not insignificant number of Dark Sun Degenerates as well as Shepherds.

While Tuck could also hunt these Shepherds alone,

But that wasn’t very significant.

On the contrary, if Tuck acted alone, he would easily be discovered by the turncoat powerhouses of the Black River Valley and the experts of the Dark Sun Church.

However, following this organized and strategic group of Demon Hunters, possibly even backed by a “guild,”

things were completely different.

When they encountered a large-scale counterattack from the experts of the Dark Sun Church,

and everyone scattered to flee, Tuck could slip away unnoticed in the chaos.

This was far better than drawing all the firepower alone.

“Put the slower teammates at the front, this… that’s the role of a team!”

After a brief contemplation, Tuck came to a serious conclusion.

…

Inside the tavern.

With the Demon Hunting Sacrifice Ceremony concluded,

the bodies of the Fallens and Shepherds were obliterated, leaving no trace behind through the magic of the “transcendent” ritual.

Tuck, who had been observing from the side and praising the Demon Hunting Sacrifice Ceremony, also bade farewell to the hunter squad.

Soon, the Demon Hunter squad living in the Blue Tile Heart Tavern gathered in their leader’s room.

“Leader, was that kid really a Steam Wizard?”

The fiery demon huntress asked curiously.

“Yes.”

“You see, I told you, that kid really had something special,” the bald Demon Hunter stated loudly.

“But his level’s a bit low, only 21.”

“No… his level isn’t 21,” said leader Andre Van, shaking his head.

“Not level 21?” The members all looked over.

Their own levels were significantly higher than that of the Steam Wizard.

With their natural level advantage, it was relatively easy for them to discern the levels of lower Transcendents.

“The level 21 is just a front, if you look closely enough.”

“Behind that level 21 facade, is his true level.”

Andre Van elaborated carefully.

“So… what level is that Steam Wizard?” the female Demon Hunter asked curiously.

“Level 23,” Andre Van said seriously.

“Just level 23, eh? Still a bit low.”

“A lower level ensures safety,” Andre Van commented.

“But that Steam Wizard is not safe,” the vice-captain, who had been silent all this while, suddenly spoke.

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He didn’t speak much, and the team members had almost overlooked his presence.

“When I had a close conversation with that wizard, I could only confirm that he was not contaminated by the Dark Sun.”

“Yet, as you’ve said, this Steam Wizard is not safe for us.”

“You all know how formidable the Steam Sequence can be.”

“It’s possible he could lead us into a trap.”

“So, I plan to cooperate with him step by step.”

“Besides… we all have the guild magic network on us.”

“There are things like the Tower Magic Network in this world too.”

“But clearly, they haven’t established a Steam Tower Magic Network System.”

“If that human tries to set us up, we can notify the others through the magic network.”

“He won’t escape the pursuit of our guild.”

“After a few rounds of cooperation, we can begin to preliminarily assess the safety of this wizard.”

These Foreign Demon Hunters seemed rough and reckless,

but when it came to battles related to demon hunting and their own safety, they were as delicate as the flowing waters of a serene spring, carefully considering every detail.

…

In the depths of the rain curtain.

Under the protection of the Wizard Robe Shield, Tuck advanced silently.

At this moment, Tuck also pondered over the overt and covert skirmishes with that group of Demon Hunters today.

Heart of a tiger, sniffing the roses.

This was Tuck’s general assessment of the group of Demon Hunters.

Dealing with dark creatures and still being alive with such a high level, they clearly couldn’t be as careless as they seemed on the surface.

“Some kind of magic network inside their arms, like an arcane magic network branded into them.”

“Powered by steam as its Origin Energy, with connections pointing to St. Land.”

“They must have leased a High Tower in St. Land to serve as the core source of their Steam Magic network.”

“These guys’ foreign methods do have some substance,” Tuck reflected.

“Hopefully, in the time to come, while I calmly play the role of ‘Party Leader,’ they will bring me some nice profits.”

“Besides!”

“There sure are a considerable number of Demon Hunters that have come this time.”

“Equipment, weapons, there will certainly be many that need repairing.”

“Perhaps, I could refer some business to Barkin, after all, he’s idle anyway.”

Tuck wasn’t interested in being a middleman just for the sake of it; he mainly wanted to show his willingness to help.