My inventory is full of monster materials.

The next day.

The "White Eagle" squad did not immediately return to Pinewood Town.

They had just survived a fierce battle, and if they appeared on the main road with injuries and a wealth of spoils, they might attract the covetous eyes of some adventurers.

In this line of work, the line between adventurer and bandit is sometimes very thin.

Therefore, the group decisively moved to a more secluded abandoned cave, preparing to spend several days recovering from their injuries.

At this moment, Emily's identity as a pastor was fully demonstrated.

She continuously cast "Basic Healing" on Henry and Brady, preventing their wounds from becoming inflamed and suppurating while accelerating their healing, making her a solid support for the team.

Mark also generously shared the "bitter tea seeds" from his iron kettle to help Emily recover faster.

Interestingly, the young pastor seemed to gradually get used to the taste of "bitter tea seeds" and even began to curiously ask Mark where he could buy some.

Mark simply said it was a gift from a friend—but telling the truth would be difficult to explain.

three days later.

Adventurers' Guild.

The hall was as noisy as ever, filled with the smells of alcohol, sweat, and loud arguments.

The light at the entrance suddenly dimmed, and a group of four people stepped into the hall.

At first, the four of them did not attract much attention.

But when the passing adventurers saw their true faces, they were all shocked and retreated, and a murmur spread rapidly through the crowd like ripples.

The White Eagles are back!

Captain Henry walked at the front, as steady as a mountain, holding a rugged double-edged battle axe in his right hand and a string of bracers and armor plates strung together with hemp rope in his left.

Judging by the way he's carrying his spoils, it looks like he's carrying a string of enemy heads.

Closely following behind was Brady, chin held high, face full of arrogance, carrying a finely forged longsword and a blood-dried serrated knife on his shoulders.

Moreover, besides his face, the boy had many scars all over his body—Brady refused to get treatment for his scars, claiming that they were a man's honor!

Emily's transformation was equally remarkable.

The young priest no longer gripped his staff tightly with both hands, but instead leaned on the silver cross staff with one hand, walking with ease, his robes swaying, exuding confidence and naturalness.

During that night's prayer, Emily received a revelation from the goddess and gained the first-circle spell "Tracer Bullet"—even priests can have fun in battle!

The only thing that remains unchanged is Mark.

He still wore that faint smile, holding a crossbow in both hands, strolling leisurely at the back of the line.

This revitalized team, full of energy and spirit, was like a giant hand parting the crowd and heading straight for the reception desk.

At this moment, the hall was filled with adventurers listening intently.

"Isn't this a 'white chicken'?"

"Shut up! If you want to die, don't drag me into it!"

"Tsk tsk, the weapons and equipment are clearly not theirs. They've really gotten their hands on something special!"

...

When the receptionists behind the counter saw this imposing group of adventurers, they all quickly changed the subject.

Vanessa, however, had nowhere to hide—because she could sense that the other person was coming straight for her window, sob sob~

Vanessa took a deep breath and expertly put on a professional smile.

"Hello, I'm Vanessa, the receptionist. How can I help you?"

"Turn in the quest."

Henry succinctly placed the mission order, squad badges, team member name tags, and a bulging leather bag on the counter.

Vanessa registered them in order, then poured out 15 emerald green and crystal-clear slime cores from her bag. After carefully counting and checking them to ensure they were correct, she picked up the stamp to confirm the completion.

"etc."

Mark's voice came from the back of the group.

Under the questioning gazes of his teammates, he stepped forward and placed another leather bag on the counter.

"There are 12 cores here. I think the client would be very interested in these. Could you please keep them for him and inquire about his purchase intentions when he comes to collect them?"

A damaged slime core is typically worth only 2-3 silver coins, while a complete one is worth around 5 silver coins.

The fact that the client, Clyde Sharp, an apothecary, offered double the purchase price clearly indicates that he urgently needed to concoct magical potions.

Mark saw this as a clear advantage.

Vanessa looked somewhat troubled when she saw this extra "work".

"Mr. Mark, the mission only requires 15, and I'm afraid I'll have to worry about anything more..."

"I know. If you can successfully sell these core products, you can get a 10% sales commission!"

Mark smiled and winked at her a few times.

Vanessa's eyes widened instantly, her professional smile melting away like ice and snow, replaced by an incredibly warm smile.

"Mr. Mark! Please rest assured, I will definitely not let you down!"

Vanessa looks like she could have a sign on her forehead that says, "You have a good eye for people."

Henry and the others watching couldn't help but marvel at Mark's flexibility and adaptability, which always impressed them.

Vanessa then officially settled the mission for the team.

Henry retrieved the nameplate and badge, as well as a money bag full of silver coins, and then came the much-anticipated loot-sharing session within the squad.

"The White Eagles' tradition is to split profits equally."

Henry spoke, his gaze sweeping over his teammates before finally settling on Mark's face.

"Does everyone have any objections?"

He emphasized this point because, if credit were distributed according to work done, Mark would have been the one to deserve the majority of the credit for this mission.

Not to mention that while the team was resting in the cave, he also returned to the shallows alone and hunted down even more cores.

In a sense, Mark has overshadowed the main character!

However, in Mark's eyes, without the "White Eagle" team behind him, he certainly wouldn't be able to hunt monsters in the forest so easily; the two actually complement each other.

Therefore, Mark simply smiled lightly at Henry's questioning gaze.

"Of course, I've known about this tradition for a long time."

This response put Henry at ease, and he also recalled Felix's parting words—Mark was a trustworthy partner.

Henry then combined the 150 silver coins he received as a reward for the mission with the 5 gold coins and 22 silver coins he had scavenged from the gnolls (the orcs were penniless!), and then divided the money equally among the four men.

Each person received approximately 1 gold coin and 68 silver coins.

Brady held the heavy money bag, especially the gleaming gold coin, and felt as if he were floating on clouds—this was the first time in his life he had made money, and such a large sum of money at that.

Mark shook his head as he looked at Brady's expression.

In fact, he also took nearly 10 gold coins from the wandering knights and thieves. It is estimated that the "black-bearded man" did not expect that the bounty money would end up on the person who put the bounty on him.

This is truly a case of "murder and arson bring wealth and power," let's hope this Brady doesn't fall into depravity too soon.

After distributing the money, Henry pointed to the spoils at his feet and said...

"Mark, let's go get rid of all this unused equipment. We should be able to make a decent amount of money."

Inviting Mark to accompany us was both a sign of respect and a way to avoid any appearance of impropriety.

Mark, however, was preoccupied with going back to his studies.

So I politely declined with a smile.

"I have other things to do, so I won't go. Let Brady come with you; he should learn how to deal with those businessmen."

Brady immediately straightened his back, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Henry glanced at his eager young teammates, thought for a moment, and nodded.

"That's fine too."

Henry then looked around at everyone.

"Alright, let's meet at the Daphne Hotel where Mark is staying at 8 PM tonight. I heard the food there is affordable and good value for money, let's go there and have a good celebration!"

"Okay!" x4

Everyone echoed in agreement, and then they walked together, chatting and laughing.

Just as Mark was about to leave the hall, Vanessa hurriedly caught up with him and called out to him.

"Mr. Mark, please wait! Regarding the matter you previously entrusted to us... the guild has provided initial feedback, and we may need to discuss it with you privately."

"Oh? So fast!"