Chapter: 634

Essentially, they had unimaginable endurance. It was only a matter of time before they caught Jay.

Or so they thought.

Jay was no normal variant. Not only did his skeletons carry him, he used no mana or energy doing so. He even travelled while sleeping as he was carried at a jogging speed by his undead escort, comfortably sitting on his throne.

Their only hope of catching him now was if he decided to slow down…

Otherwise, the mage hunters would need to resort to more drastic measures to neutralize this threat.

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~Eevulen, The Lofty Pig~

Eevlen, a regional trade hub city north of Tolgard, which was north of Losla.

The lofty pig was a tavern in the poorer side of Eevulen, a little degraded over time, but it still stood, managing to somehow draw in customers.

The customers, however, were questionable to say the least, as the lofty pig was unofficially where the miscreants of the city came to drink and plot.

The pub was favoured by the miscreants for two reasons: the owner kicked out eavesdroppers, hating them for some reason to do with a treasure, and he really didn’t care how drunk people got – as long as they could pay.

Hushed conversations, gossip and paranoid squinting stares always filled the old tavern, giving in a quiet but tense atmosphere – though it was relieved by the occasional drunk who somehow always had enough money to drink, even during the daytime.

Many would drown their sorrows in drinks, wether they be the last surviving member of their party, rejected from others, tired of fighting, or simply wish to escape some far too vivid memories.

Three adventurers sat at a table – two of them were fresh, having only touched a mana conduit this year, while the third had become a mentor of sorts, as they had received their class in the previous year.

While two of them were fresh, they were considered high level for their age as they were level fifteen – this was thanks to their ‘mentor’ power levelling them in dungeons.

So far, it was an easy ride for them, but they also had to repay their monitor by helping with other tasks in exchange: bounty hunting, debt collection, information gathering, and distribution of some questionable substances and items.

Vanderby, the mentor, was hiding a greedy grin behind a stern expression.

Vanderby whispered, “Three hundred thousand gold, and for a level nine adventurer. We’d be stupid not to go for it… besides, I heard there are more mage hunters coming. We have to move now or forget about it.”

One of the fresh adventurers wore a slight frown, “Van, I don’t know about this one… We’ll have to go through Tolgard…” his face slightly scrunched up in disgust.

“Relax, Linc. We can just walk around Tolgard if we get enough supplies.” Vanderby said, looking out of the window.

Gazing further up the street was the vendor area, filled with glistening gold covered merchants buying and selling.

A certain fat merchant was grinning as he set up multiple booths for the incoming divisions of mage hunters, making sure his stores were all well stocked.

While he did give a fifty percent discount to the mage hunters he had also doubled the prices on everything, making young adventurers like the three of them a little more desperate than they usually were.

The other fresh adventurer followed his gaze before she spoke up,

“How about we just hunt along the way. It’ll take more time but we’ll save money at least.” a dark-hair girl suggested.