Magicians never make wishes

"Captain, how do you know that you can get out of that hole?"

The axe-wielder lay panting at the cave entrance. "Did you mark it too?"

Ronan shook his head and said, "I didn't mark it; it was just the entrance that Red Star chose."

Red Star's ability to plot against people multiple times demonstrates his unquestionable familiarity with the terrain of the passageway.

As soon as they entered, they found that the passageway had a main road and several smaller paths.

Ronan wisely chose the main road, and with Axe running at full speed, the two finally escaped.

Halfway through the run, a deafening explosion came from the square behind us.

Fortunately, the entire cave passage was relatively stable, and the collapse was not as fast as expected, which allowed the two to escape safely.

"Captain, Drill Rat and the others are all dead," Evil Axe suddenly said.

The halfling who kept calling him "boss" appeared before his eyes.

And the figure of the female dwarf who kicked herself out and led the enemy toward the black hole.

"I know."

Ronan inadvertently pulled on the baggage, inside which was still the original body of Gray Leaf.

Given the beast's physical strength and regenerative abilities, Gray Leaf must still be alive.

"Captain, there's something I want to tell you."

The thug took a pouch from his chest.

"These are Red Hammer's belongings, and I want to return them to her family."

"Are you healed?" Ronan suddenly asked.

"Not yet, but there shouldn't be any problems on the way." Evil Axe tried to expand his chest to clear out the pain and felt that his body was okay.

Although he drank a vial of basic healing medicine, he suffered damage in many ways.

Not only did it experience being devoured by flesh and blood and losing its life force, but its soul almost left its body.

Even so, the evil axe looks alright now.

It can only be said that the dwarves have a very deep foundation.

"Where does she live?" Ronan asked.

His exploration of the world map is currently limited to the area of ​​Moonless City.

"In our ancestral land of the dwarves, the Lonely Mountain Gondabad."

"How long will it take to go there and back?"

"Just considering the travel arrangements, it will probably take three months," Evil Axe said after thinking for a moment.

"Then be careful, I'll be waiting for you to come back in Wuyue City."

Ronan sighed inwardly, realizing that he would have to survive alone for the time being.

"Yes, Captain."

……

Two days later.

Ronan walked alone into the Adventurers' Guild Hall.

"Lord Baiye, you don't seem to be in a high mood today."

Although it had only been a few days since they last met, Alice could clearly sense that he seemed much more depressed than before.

"Thank you for your concern, Alice," Ronan said, gathering his emotions before speaking.

Do you accept high-priced items here?

"Of course, Lady Byakuya." Alice quietly put on her glasses.

"Whether it's high-value equipment, skills and magic, or even unique intelligence, the association can recycle it according to a certain percentage of its value."

"Intelligence is acceptable too?"

Ronan was very curious: if he compiled the details of the cave incident into intelligence, how valuable would it be?

"Yes, the association has a clear hierarchy for intelligence, and the value of intelligence at different levels can vary drastically..."

Alice adjusted her glasses, preparing to continue speaking, but Ronan interrupted her:

"Excuse me, Alice, but I'd like to ask, what is the priority level for information related to pollution?"

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Alice's eyes.

Then, she lowered her head, searching for relevant information, and said:

"Intelligence related to pollution is classified as top-level intelligence and is of extremely high value."

"This is true not only for the association, but also for the other major organizations."

Alice pushed up her glasses and smiled.

"However, I suggest you prioritize selling the information to the guild, as this may help your adventurer level."

Ronan asked in surprise, "Is pollution-related intelligence really that valuable?"

He'd encountered them so many times before, and he always felt there were more corrupted beings than goblins; anyone would know that…

"I do have some information related to pollution. I wonder how much it's worth?" Ronan asked cautiously.

"Wait a moment, Lord Baiye. If you wish to sell high-level information, you will need a specialist to appraise and price it. Please follow me."

Alice stood up, swaying her large breasts, and directed Ronan into the hall.

Ronan immediately understood.

That's true. If I just blurted out the information in the lobby, there would be no point in selling it.

It's like you spend 200 points to buy a message. Even if many people already know about it, you wouldn't voluntarily go to a pub and tell others about it.

This is human nature.

Therefore, Ronan never considered going to places like taverns to obtain free information.

If useful intelligence could be obtained from these places, then organizations like the Adventurers' Guild that sell information would have long since lost their place in the world.

There are only two types of people who can obtain information in places like taverns.

One type is the hunter who lays the bait, and the other is the schemer who spreads information with ulterior motives.

Ronan followed Alice into a room inside the hall.

The room was very small, only slightly larger than a cubicle, and the lighting was dim.

Inside sat an elderly man with a full beard, wearing a hood. The dim light shone on the hood, making it difficult to see the old man's face clearly.

Alice gestured for him to enter from the doorway, and Ronan followed suit.

When the old man saw someone enter, he placed a brass pocket watch on the table and then gestured for Ronan to reveal the information.

"Hello, I have a lot of information related to pollution. There's so much information, I don't know where to begin..."

"It's alright, adventurer Baiye, please tell me slowly."

Upon hearing that it was top-level intelligence, the old man began a one-on-one conversation with Ronan.

He always managed to ask crucial questions at the right moment, constantly guiding Ronan to recount the entire private mission.

Of course, the old man avoided discussing Ronan's privacy whenever possible.

At first, the old man seemed normal, listening slowly to Ronan's story.

His expression turned very serious when Ronan mentioned the altar and a large group of corrupted beings.

His eyes widened, and he subconsciously held his breath, as if he wanted to remember every word Ronan said and then analyze it word by word.

When Ronan mentioned spatial wormholes, magic circles, and illusory faces, the old man's expression changed instantly.

"What?!" He immediately stood up, his gaze shifting back and forth between Ronan and the pocket watch on the table.

The old man looked incredulous, picked up the brass pocket watch, and said...

"There are no lies, and the sources of information are reliable..."

"Sir, this information is extremely important, and I have to report it to the administrator immediately. I hope you don't mind."

Ronan shook his head and said casually, "Go ahead and do it, I have no objection."

Not long after, a dignified-looking middle-aged man entered the room.

His expression was serious, his black hair was neatly combed back, and his thick lips were pressed into a straight line. He spoke between each opening and closing of his lips:

"I am the manager of the Moonless City Adventurers' Guild branch. Given your status as an adventurer, you may address me as Lord Morgan."

"Enough with the small talk, let's focus on the intelligence itself. Would you mind repeating what happened again?"

As he spoke, Morgan, the manager, took out a pure gold pocket watch from his pocket and placed it in front of Ronan.

This must be a more advanced lie detector… Ronan thought to himself.

So he went on to explain everything he could say in a very organized manner.

After hearing what Ronan had to say, Morgan, the manager, looked slightly grim and remained silent, clearly realizing the seriousness of the matter.

After a moment's thought, he said to Ronan very solemnly:

"White Night, the novice adventurer, the information you provided is extremely valuable and has been verified, so I'm giving you two choices."

"First, according to intelligence classification, this intelligence is categorized as top-tier, and currently, it can be exchanged for approximately 500 gold dragons..."

"Secondly, I can tell you that this intelligence is very important. I will report this intelligence to the higher authorities, and then the higher authorities will decide your reward."

Which one do you choose?