Chapter 3 Black Alley (2/2)

It had to be mentioned that only big merchant groups with abundant capitals could afford to do these kinds of business.

Smaller trading groups would first need the guts to see their heads hanging on a belt, if they wanted to take part in such trading.

Needless to say, tempted by the huge profits that the trading could bring, many people were prepared to risk their lives. Among the people coming to Primal Wildfire town, more than half of them were holding a dream to make a fortune.

Every once in a while, there was always one or two lucky man who made it through the buffer zone alive and entered the destination country. They turned rich over night. This spurred more people with dreams of becoming rich to come to Primal Wildfire.

There was an old saying concerning Primal Wildfire: if you go outside the town and dig somewhere, you will always find skulls of the adventurers buried beneath the soil.

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Shaar Thunder walked firmly into the Black Alley. Since he was satisfied that he finally filled his stomach – thanks to that foreign idiot.

Things went as usual on Black Alley, except that not long ago the gang occupying the town had been expelled. Currently, the streets were patrolled by mercenary groups, but the town people had already got used to this. The most important factor was that the new mercenary group ruled with law and did not raise the tax.

Speaking about tax, it was very simple in this town and only one fee called town entry tax had to be paid. No matter whom you were, what status you had, when entering the town, everyone was obligated to pay one copper plate as tax.

Other than the town entry tax, there was no business tax or any other taxes.

When Shaar Thunder went into the town today, he gave his last copper in his pocket to the gate keeper.

So, if he could not find a job to earn money today, he would really have to become a beggar…..

Black Alley was crowded with people and the sounds of arguments and shouting repeatedly came from the shops and street stalls. People here were valiant, since those who dared to venture all the way to this place were not easy to deal with, for most of the cases – that was why there were no decent people here in the town. Even when these rough guys were only bargaining, it sounded like cursing.

Occasionally, you can see some drunkards thrown out from roadside taverns to the rubbish dump in the corner.

Some suspicious looking guys sneaking in the crowd, who were also called the golden fingers, a.k.a thieves.

Fortunately, no golden fingers would pay attention to Shaar Tunder – he looked even worse than a beggar.

Shaar Thunder walked along with the stream of people, looking for a job to earn some money. His idea was very simple, but he needed to some start fund first. He wanted to try this luck as a magic beast hunter.

Magic beast hunters and hunters were two different professions. The work was basically the same, but they had different hunting targets.

Hunters hunted for pheasants, rabbits, foxes, coyotes and so on. You could become hunter as long as you knew how to shoot arrows or make traps.

But for magic beast hunters, they had only one target: the magic beasts!

When the old man was alive, he prohibited Shaar Thunder to hunt magic beasts. Nonetheless, Shaar Thunder did not plan to so end his whole life inside the mountains as some hillbilly hunter. The life of a magic beast hunter was filled with adventures, excitement and also very profitable. Exactly what young people aspired to become.

Therefore, without telling the old man, he had secretly hunted those prey for several times and successfully killed some magic beasts. Despite that, he had not been able to save any money, since most of the money had been traded for alcohol and was used to satisfy these two drunkards’ addiction.

Finally, Shaar Thunder found his target.

Just at the end of Black Alley, there was a board hanging in front of a small shop.

“Magic beast cubs wanted, offering grand reward…”