The adventurer badge was made quickly.
Ed went out for a stroll, and when he came back, Miss Melina handed it to him.
Pinching the thin silver metal plate in his hand, it felt no different from an ordinary silver coin in texture.
Ed looked suspiciously at Melina.
“This thing doesn’t look special. Can it really identify identity?”
Melina nodded slightly.
“When you were standing in front of the counter just now, your appearance and iris information were already recorded into ‘Recorder No. 2’ together. Although the adventurer badge looks crude, it is part of ‘Recorder No. 2’ itself, so naturally it can be used for identity recognition.”
“I wanted to ask earlier—what is ‘Recorder No. 2’? It sounds like a name alchemists would come up with.”
“You’re right.”
When talking about ‘Recorder No. 2’, the pink-haired miss’s tone seemed to carry a bit of pride.
“The ‘Recorder’ series is the product of the former adventurer guild president’s collaboration with the historical alchemy master Klein Sival, specifically for adventurer identity recognition.”
Ed nodded in realization.
Klein Sival, the first and most outstanding alchemist in history—his creations were still astonishing even nearly a thousand years later.
By the way, alchemists liked giving their creations all sorts of weird names, seemingly influenced by that master.
“All right, he is quite famous. It’s not strange he could make something like this.”
“If there’s nothing else, you can now be considered an official level one adventurer.”
Miss Melina continued.
“I believe Mr. Morales has already explained the functions of the other counters clearly, so I won’t repeat them for you.”
“No problem.”
Ed made a gesture, indicating he fully understood. “Thanks for your help, Miss Melina.”
“Adventurers as polite as you, Mr. Nord, are rare.” The pink-haired miss smiled slightly. “I wish you a pleasant adventurer career.”
They waved goodbye to each other.
Ed left counter one, planning to take a look at counter three.
But midway, that tall, skinny man—Dona—also noticed his movement.
A glint of interest flashed in his eyes, and he got up to walk toward Ed.
“Nord?”
He raised a brow.
“I heard—you didn’t give yourself a title.”
Ed originally didn’t want to engage with this seemingly dangerous man, but Dona stretched a leg out, blocking the middle of the path.
“Don’t rush off.”
Dona smiled eerily, his finger spinning a dagger in an iron ring dangerously in the air.
“I’m a bit interested in you. Let’s have a good chat?”
Ed stopped helplessly.
“I heard beast extermination tasks are quite popular lately. Don’t you need to earn some money? And we’re not familiar—we have nothing to talk about.”
“Tasks like that—only idiots fight over them.”
The tall, skinny man sneered, his voice lowering.
“But we have a common enemy, don’t we? Miss Melina should have told you about it.”
Ed knew he was referring to Morales.
But he couldn’t just agree with this seemingly sinister person in front of him.
Between him and Morales, it hadn’t reached a life-or-death point yet.
So Ed just shook his head.
“Please move aside.”
Dona narrowed his eyes, carefully sizing up the youth in front of him.
At a glance, the wide black cloak that looked expensive, underneath vaguely visible leather soft armor that wasn’t cheap either, and the faintly visible black scabbard that didn’t seem like a weapon from ordinary hands.
“Kid, maybe you do have some strength.”
Dona’s voice was low.
“But as a senior on the adventurer path, I have to give you a suggestion—”
He gripped the dagger in his hand, leaned close to Ed’s ear, and spoke softly but with a chilling tone.
“Sometimes, making some decisions early won’t leave you with regrets.”
“Dona.”
A cold voice came from counter one.
“That’s enough.”
Under Ed’s cold gaze, Dona patted his shoulder. “When you have free time, think about it yourself.
I look forward to the day you change your mind.”
With that, he slowly walked back to that dark corner and sat down.
Ed, out of sight out of mind, turned and resumed walking toward counter three.
Dona’s intention was clear: he wanted to recruit him to eliminate Morales, someone he had a grudge against.
But unfortunately, right now Ed just wanted to find the witch and had no interest in these adventurers’ messes.
He stood in front of counter three, showed his badge to the man behind the counter, then asked softly, “How do I inquire about information?”
The man glanced at him and handed over paper and pen.
“For information protection, you need to write one or more keywords for the desired information here. For example, if you want information on beast activity outside the city, write words like ‘Hilos outskirts’ or ‘beast distribution’ on the paper.”
“Understood.”
Ed nodded.
Picking up the pen, he thought for a moment, then wrote the word “witch” and handed it to the man.
“Let me see…”
The man scanned it, pulled out one from a stack, and placed it in front of Ed.
“This has all the information related to the keywords you provided. You can choose to buy one or more. The prices for each are also written beside them.”
Ed looked over, and surprisingly, there were only a sparse dozen or so entries on that paper.
“Witch bounty”, “Witch’s traces”, “Witch’s origins”…
Among them, entries about traces were only three or four.
It seemed even these adventurers hadn’t found much useful information.
“Then…”
Ed touched his chin and thought, checked a few on the paper, and pushed it back to the man. “These, give me a copy each.”
“Ten silver total.”
Ed raised a brow.
For a bounty worth five thousand gold coins, related information only cost this much—the authenticity probably couldn’t be guaranteed.
But it was better than nothing.
He paid, took the sealed documents the man handed over, and picked a table far from Dona to sit down, planning to see if there was any credible news in the information.
As expected, the first few were irrelevant, some even claiming to have picked up the witch’s body hair!
Even this kind of information could be sold for money…
Ed now increasingly felt adventurers weren’t as reliable as imagined.
But he had bought them, so he could only grit his teeth and keep reading.
Before long, only the last one remained in front of him.
“Hopefully there’s good news.”
The youth sighed softly.
He casually opened the last one, but the first words that entered his sight made his gaze sharpen instantly.
“[Mad Axe] Morales seems to have discovered the witch’s traces at the edge of Hilos’s slums.”