My love game is too abstract

"Killing a member of the Black Iron Flower Troupe is worth ten layers? And even more if it's a bounty target?" Yarrow's eyes widened.

"Yesterday, that woman had a high bounty, so she alone was worth 25 layers. The remaining two were worth ten layers each, totaling 45 layers. Do you understand now?"

Yarrow looked at the challenge missions on the light screen, opened his mouth, and hesitated.

"Then let me ask you... doesn't this change the nature of things?"

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn upwards.

What unforgivable villains? They're all generous benefactors! Hurrying to send him resources!

Just as he walked out of the academy, the space around him suddenly twisted, and an uncle in a butler's uniform suddenly appeared beside him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Yarrow. I apologize for the intrusion."

He greeted Yarrow first, then without another word, grabbed his arm and pulled him away.

Before Yarrow could react, he was standing in a closed room that looked like a conference room.

The room's curtains were drawn tightly, with only the fluorescent stones inside providing light.

Inside the room, besides Zethia and the old butler who had brought him, were also a tall, burly uncle in a knight's uniform, a gray-haired lady in a nun's habit, and the head of the Aquino family, Old Master Kane.

Everyone's eyes were on him.

"What's going on? Didn't Zethia go to negotiate with the kingdom? Why did they suddenly pull me here?"

Yarrow thought, turning his head to see a fluffy rabbit staring at him from close range.

He quickly took a few steps back: "Head... Headmaster?"

It was his rabbit headmaster, Polo Harris.

He was standing on the table, one paw supporting his fluffy chin, looking at him with a frown.

"Hmm, this old man can't see anything special about this kid either."

"Indeed, just an ordinary human. He's actually worthy of the Ancestor personally protecting him," Family Head Kane looked at him with a puzzled expression as well.

Feeling their strange gazes on him, Yarrow felt a chill and looked at Zethia:

"You... what exactly did you tell them?"

Zethia sat at the head of the conference table, arms crossed and legs crossed, with the air of a homeowner.

She glanced at Yarrow, didn't answer his question, but said to the uncle in the knight's uniform:

"The person has arrived. Ask him yourself."

The uncle nodded and said to Yarrow: "I am the Commander of the Kingdom Knight Guard, Riels Shuten. I apologize for suddenly bringing you here, but this is a highly confidential meeting, so we can't give any possible opportunities to informants."

He paused for a moment and continued:

"We've heard about your matter. Now, please tell us the details of what happened yesterday, such as the appearances of the three people and the types of spells they used."

Yarrow's gaze lingered on the other person for a moment, then he looked at Zethia:

Feeling his gaze, Zethia said: "This Queen has said everything that needs to be said, including Lulu Ra's identity."

Then Yarrow was relieved. With Zethia in charge, there was no need to worry about anyone in the kingdom plotting against Lulu Ra.

He found a chair to sit down and began to recount what happened yesterday.

After hearing Yarrow's description, Knight Guard Commander Riels pondered for a moment:

"According to your description, that should be 'Raging Storm' Seban, a Crystal-level mage, with a kingdom bounty of 1500 gold lang."

"1500 gold lang?!" Yarrow was most concerned about this.

His expression changed, and he asked hesitantly: "Then, if I just kill her like that, can I get the bounty?"

Riels looked at him with some surprise, seemingly wondering why he would care about the bounty, but still replied:

"According to the procedure, the full bounty is only given for capturing them alive. Although you can also get a bounty for the dead, it will be halved, and a body is required."

Damn it, he had directly burned those three people to ashes yesterday. Now there's only slag left.

"What about the ashes..." Yarrow asked weakly.

Riels was silent for a moment, glanced at Zethia's expression, and then said: "I'll try to fight for some for you."

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Forget it, there will be opportunities later anyway.

"Let's talk about serious matters."

The nun sitting opposite said. Her voice was gentle, full of maternal rhythm.

She first introduced herself to Yarrow with a smile: "My name is Margaret. I am a nun of the Radiant Light Church who is currently practicing, and also the First Secretary-General of the Kingdom's Court of Judgment."

The Commander of the Knight Guard, the Secretary-General of the Court of Judgment, the Headmaster Polo, one of the Four Great Mages, and the Family Head of the Dragonborn family.

This room truly gathered the kingdom's highest powers.

Margaret continued: "What we want to know is whether you found any tattoos on their bodies."

"What kind of tattoos?" Yarrow asked.

Knight Guard Commander Riels handed him a piece of paper with a pink skull with a spider crawling on it.

"Think back, roughly on the head or chest," Margaret said.

Yarrow recalled for a moment and said to her:

"No."

"Are you sure? This is very important," Margaret pressed.

"Very sure," Yarrow nodded.

Because the three people were dressed very revealingly, the two men were shirtless, and Seban was also showing a large amount of fat, he didn't see any such tattoos in the places she mentioned.

"Then what are these tattoos used for?" he asked.

"This is a type of curse spell that will be triggered upon death, and when triggered, it is silent and will cause a large-scale plague to the surrounding area," Margaret explained.

"This is a spell they only started using two years ago. A captured member of the Black Iron Flower Troupe triggered the spell after being judged and beheaded, causing more than a hundred people, including a Grand Judge, to die at the time," Riels said.

"These people are too disgusting."

Yarrow couldn't help but say.

He recalled again, confirming that he didn't see any tattoos on their bodies.

"Think carefully, kid. This is not a joke," Polo said, standing on the table beside him.

"I'm really sure."

"That's good."

Looking at the expressions of the two people opposite, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

In that case, people from the Black Iron Flower Troupe can't be killed randomly. You have to check for tattoos first.

This is too much of a loss. Each head is worth at least ten layers of Spirit Origin!

"Then is there any way to break this curse?" he asked.

Margaret nodded: "The power of purification of our Radiant Light Church can eliminate the curse of the tattoo. Every monk and nun can do this."

The commander on the side said: "Therefore, the help of the Radiant Light Church is needed. Their clergy will cooperate with the Knight Guard,"

In other words, if he wants to hunt down people from the Black Iron Flower Troupe to obtain Spirit Origin, he has to bring a small monk or nun with him?

"What exactly is the situation now?" Yarrow asked.

Zethia put down one leg she had crossed, her expression obviously not very good:

"The kingdom has agreed to help us, but requires her to be used as bait to attract more people from the Black Iron Flower Troupe."

"What does this mean? Bait?" Yarrow's expression also darkened immediately.

"Please rest assured, the bait we are talking about is that under safe premises, the Miss Lulu Ra with the Feathered Serpent God bloodline that you mentioned will be under the joint protection of the Church, the Knight Guard, and the Magic Association. This is our promise to Lord Zethia," Margaret said.

"The Black Iron Flower Troupe has plagued the kingdom for many years. This is a rare opportunity to strike them hard. We don't want to miss it," Riels said.

"Therefore, please maintain your normal lives during this period. We will secretly provide you with the highest level of protection to attract more members of the Black Iron Flower Troupe."