Clinging to the Witcher world to become a god of martial arts

"My lords, this way, this way!" The goblin merchant led the way with a fawning expression.

In the end, besides Lorne and the big man, there was also a small team that specialized in taking on all sorts of commissions.

It consists of a nobleman wearing armor and a sword, a round-faced wizard apprentice wearing a wizard's hat, and a woman dressed in leather.

The five followed the goblin further and further away, about to leave the apprentice market.

"Hey! Shorty, where are you taking us?" The big man's patience was almost gone.

From the initial hype to various changes, the goblin still hasn't told anyone about the details of the bounty mission.

"Are you playing us?" A hint of anger appeared on the burly man's face, which was covered in several scales.

He grabbed the goblin merchant by the collar of his suit and lifted the goblin up like a chick.

"Injustice! Injustice!" The goblin kicked its short legs, powerless to retaliate against the big man.

Lorne didn't stop them; he was also curious to see what this goblin was up to.

"Don't fight. We can talk about this calmly," the round-faced apprentice advised from the side.

The nobleman patted the big man's arm lightly: "Be rational, we're counting on it to lead the way."

After being persuaded by the two men, the burly man gently released his grip and threw the goblin back to the ground: "If I find out you're playing me..."

He didn't continue, but you could tell from his expression that the goblin was going to have a terrible end.

"Don't worry, sir." The goblin patted its behind and continued leading the way.

The weather is getting hot and dry, and the sun has risen high in the sky.

After the goblin led everyone out of the market area, they headed towards the town with its rows of houses in the distance.

"Are we heading to the exchange?" Lorne wondered.

The difference between an exchange and a marketplace is:

A market is a place where goods are traded regularly, and each shop is not fixed.

Anyone who has items to sell can rent a stall for a day and freely buy and sell them.

Of course, one can also choose to rent a shop long-term, but this is generally the minority.

Exchanges, on the other hand, are more like shops, or large stores.

Most of these are long-established shops, and the quality of their products is guaranteed, so there will be no issues with their reputation.

However, due to the different rental rates, the prices of items sold on the exchange are much higher than those in the market.

After a short trek, the group arrived at the entrance to the town.

Compared to the market, the streets here are less crowded.

After all, no wizarding apprentice without some skill would set foot here.

Lorne's gaze swept across the various shops, but none of the shopkeepers stepped forward to shout out their advertisements.

The sign hanging at the front of the house is their best advertisement.

These are all long-established shops, with guaranteed products and reputable merchants. Some shops even have official wizards endorsing them.

Herb shops, potion shops, rune shops, magical item shops... it's overwhelming.

The goblin led the group into a small alley, and after walking about ten meters, stopped: "Everyone, we're here!"

In a somewhat dimly lit alley, a faded dark red sign hangs between adjacent walls: "Blood Eye Divination Shop".

"A fortune-telling shop? Why did you bring us here?" the woman in the group asked. "What does this have to do with the bounty mission?"

The goblin smiled and gently pushed open the door: "You'll find out once you go in."

Lorne's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously thought of the fortune teller in the Firefly Forest.

Didn't the suffering I endured begin with so-called "divination"?

"I'd like to see what this so-called divination is all about..." He stepped ahead of everyone else, lifting the black velvet curtain and entering.

A pungent, rotten smell filled the room. It was dark, with only a few copper lamps casting a faint glow.

The smell of wormwood is so strong... Lorne looked around the room.

There was no one in the room. On the far left was a staircase leading upwards, and the walls were covered with wallpaper featuring blood-red pupils that enhanced the atmosphere.

The pendulum clock in the corner kept ticking.

As the light and shadow shifted, one by one, the people behind them lifted the curtain and entered the divination room.

"On the second floor." The goblin merchant went up the stairs on his own.

"Will there be any problems?" The round-faced apprentice looked at the nobleman and woman.

The three were a team and had taken on many commissions together, but this was the first time they had ever seen such a bizarre scene.

We will inevitably have to discuss this.

"Who cares about all that? I've already come this far." The big man cursed as he followed.

Lorne thought that made sense. They had come this far, so they would deal with whatever came their way and follow suit.

When the three arrived on the second floor, Lorne immediately noticed the woman sitting by the window.

The languid light cast a long shadow of hers, which was obliquely projected onto the ground.

The woman heard the noise and turned to the side.

The curves from the shoulders and neck to the waist and hips appear and disappear among the folds of the fabric, rounded and full.

She wore a misty white veil, and her purple eyes held a deep meaning.

"Lady Elena!" The goblin scurried up to her.

"I have completed the task you assigned me." It spread its hands: "They were all exceptionally brave warriors!"

"Very nice." Lady Elena said with a sweet laugh, casually tossing a crystal-clear stone into the goblin's hand before standing up.

High...high-grade magic crystal? Lorne was somewhat surprised.

Now that things have come to this, how could he not understand that the woman in front of him was the one who actually issued the bounty?

The goblins were simply looking for a suitable candidate for her.

"Thank you, Lady Elena!" The goblin quickly stuffed the high-grade magic crystal into his pocket and ran away.

As if fearing the magic crystal would be stolen, it dashed downstairs and disappeared in a flash.

"Are you the ones who take on the commission?"

Lady Elena walked toward the two of them, her long silk dress cascading down the floor like mercury, carrying a faint fragrance.

"Yes." The burly man crossed his arms, unmoved. "My patience is limited. Tell me the details of the bounty quickly."

"What happened?" The three-person team also made their way up the stairs to the second floor. The round-faced apprentice asked in surprise, "Where did the goblins go?"

"It seems everyone's here," Mrs. Elena explained.

"If you venture deep into the resource area and help me find one item, I can give each of you a high-grade magic crystal."

The three members of the team looked at each other, digesting the information they were receiving.

The wealthy woman in front of me, completely covered up from head to toe, is the real employer who has offered a substantial reward.

The nobleman, the leader of the group, asked on behalf of the trio, "What is the name of this item?"

"No rush," Mrs. Elena said softly, taking a scroll from a nearby shelf.

"Before I tell you the main details of the bounty, please sign a soul contract with me."

She flicked the scroll open gently: "Make sure what I'm about to say isn't leaked."