Traveling through Naruto with Heroes of Might and Magic.

“There is one million taels inside,” Long Yi said, bowing his head. “Although it may only be enough for one night’s entertainment for you, sir, it is all the assets of my brothers and me.”

As he spoke, he pushed the scroll forward, saying, "It won't do you any good to kill me, so consider it money to save my life."

Long ago, Qingwu did consider looting the body after killing someone, but ninjas rarely carried large amounts of cash on their person.

They either deposited it in a bank, or, if possible, stored it in a sealed scroll.

If the sealed scroll is not unlocked by the original owner, it requires specialized personnel to decipher it, which is not only time-consuming and laborious, but also potentially not very costly.

Qingwu chuckled as her gaze fell upon the raised sealing scroll. "So you're not middlemen, but here to bring me money?"

“Yes!” Long Yi said, “If you agree, sir, I will take out the money right away as a life-saving payment.”

“Fine,” Qingwu said casually, “Take it out.”

"The master hasn't agreed yet..." Long Yi asked tentatively.

"I agreed, hurry up." Qingwu walked impatiently toward Long Yi, who was kneeling.

Long Yi hesitated for a moment, not daring to say anything more, and gritted his teeth to use his chakra to release the sealing scroll.

Qingwu picked up the money box, opened it, and casually glanced at it, saying, "This isn't right. There's only 10 taels, which is far less than the 100 million taels you mentioned for buying my life."

Long Yi's face turned pale instantly.

Doesn't he know how much money is in there? It's obvious that the young man in front of him is dissatisfied.

"When you see a 'fat sheep,' instead of thinking about winning it back at the casino, you resort to such despicable acts. I wonder how many people have fallen victim to your evil deeds."

Hearing the young man's words, which sounded like a "sentence," Long Yi could no longer suppress his fear and instantly jumped onto the roof to escape.

However, a faint, yellowish-brown halo instantly enveloped him, causing Long Yi's steps to falter.

"I don't know who you are, but... you're unlucky to have messed with me."

This was the last sentence Long Yi heard in his life.

Qingwu pierced Long Yi's heart with a single [Magic Arrow].

"Tsk~!"

Crouching down, Qingwu carefully examined the fatal wound.

The LV4 basic air magic [Magic Arrow] is more powerful than the initial version, has a shorter casting animation, and travels faster.

But ultimately it is a single-target spell, and its role on the battlefield is not as significant as that of any type of unit.

This makes his offensive tactics seem inadequate.

【Ding! 】

[Battle Results: Experience +500, Natural Energy +50, Gold +50]

Qingwu glanced at the experience bar; it was still more than halfway to reach level 40.

"Hopefully, the next spell will be an area-of-effect attack!"

Thinking to himself, he was just about to turn and leave—

call out!

Two more figures blocked the way in the alley.

What day is it today that everyone is gathered here?

Qingwu raised an eyebrow and looked at the uninvited guest.

"Damn it, I'm late!"

"Who would have thought that these brothers weren't at their lodgings in the middle of the night, and someone beat them to it."

Hearing their conversation, Qingwu had a guess.

His eyes darted around, and he asked, "Did you also receive the bounties for these people from the gold exchange?"

Upon hearing this, the slightly overweight ninja opposite him replied in a frustrated but polite voice:

"That's right. These few rogue ninja from Kusagakure have a bounty of 850 million ryo on the black market, but they've been moving around to different places and are very slippery."

Another thin ninja wearing a Sand Village headband added:

“I tracked down these four brothers a couple of days ago, but I was worried I couldn’t handle them on my own. Who knew that by the time I was calling for reinforcements, you had already killed them all by yourself.”

That's right, the reason these two were so polite to Qingwu was because Qingwu alone wiped out the four Long brothers. If it were them... even if they joined forces, they wouldn't be confident of victory.

Qingwu's heart skipped a beat, but he pretended to be generous and said:

"So we're all 'bounty hunters' after all. In that case, everyone gets a share. I'm a bit of a germaphobe and don't want to get myself stained with blood or anything like that."

You help me collect the body, we'll go exchange it for money together, and then we'll split it among you... two million taels, how about that?"

The fat man and the thin man opposite them looked at each other, and then the fat man nodded hurriedly, "Okay, okay."

Is there such a good thing?

You can make a fortune without even having to fight.

Just by cleaning up the battlefield and then going to the gold exchange, everyone can get 100 million taels.

Chapter 140 A Good Place to Make Money

In the original work, Sarutobi Asuma's bounty reached 3500 million ryo.

Jiraiya, a monk who was once a guardian of the Twelve Ninja Warriors, could exchange his corpse for 3000 million taels at the gold exchange.

Qingwu had always known that underground gold exchange shops were a place where you could make a lot of money.

But I never expected that the "brokers" I met today would be worth so much money.

However, upon thinking of the turban-wearing ninja he killed in the end, judging from his hand seal speed and the power of his fire release technique, he should be at least at the level of a Jonin from a small ninja village.

More importantly, rogue ninja not only cause great harm but also damage the village's reputation. In this case, they can be dealt with by spending some money without having to send any people.

Many ninja villages do this.

This is the breeding ground for underground gold exchange shops.

Furthermore, you can even buy all sorts of intelligence, contraband, forbidden technique scrolls, and—any ninja with a name in any ninja village will appear on a bounty list there.

For example, Konoha and Iwagakure are currently at war.

Renowned ninjas such as Nara Shikaku and Shirakumo Hayato from Konoha, and Iwagakure's Kyoto and Ittan, were all listed on the black market's bounty list, and the bounties were enough to leave Qingwu speechless.

During their casual conversation, Qingwu learned a great deal from the two of them.

My previous limited understanding of underground gold exchange shops has been fully enriched by this information, making the rules and intricacies of the business increasingly clear.

Qingwu thought to himself: This two million was well spent!

He started his speech by saying "whoever sees it gets a share," offering the two men a high price of two million, clearly intending to exploit their greed.

Otherwise, why would these two bounty hunters risk getting close to a powerful ninja whose allegiance is unclear?

They watched as the two men, each carrying two corpses of rogue ninjas, walked out of Tanzaku Street.

Qingwu thought to himself: So there are no underground gold exchange locations in Tansaku Street?

But just as he was thinking this, the two of them wandered around outside the city wall again and again until they stopped at a stinking sewer opening.

Damn it...

Qingwu instinctively covered her mouth and nose.

But then he saw the two of them duck and crawl inside. He was stunned for a moment, but had no choice but to follow.

Skill breeds daring; he was not afraid of the two men harming him, or rather, after his battle with Old Purple, he felt he could go anywhere in the ninja world.

If there is danger... how about learning about the Twenty-Four Deadwood Guardians?

As soon as you enter the sewer, the stench becomes even stronger, almost making you faint.

The narrow passage was pitch black, with only the slippery pavement underfoot and the mottled walls on either side barely visible.

Qingwu remembered.

In the original story, the underground gold exchange seems to always be located in the toilet.

So whenever the Akatsuki members went to exchange money, their comrade Hidan would always wait outside.

Now he understood why ordinary people couldn't find it.

At that moment, the skinny Sand Shinobi in front of him also complained: "It's either in the toilet or in the sewers, every time I collect a bounty it's torture."

The fat man took a deep breath as if he didn't care, "But every time we leave, our wallets are bulging."

Qingwu secretly admired him, "You're amazing!"

The fat man turned around and smiled, "Let's get to know each other formally. My name is 'Fei Xiong,' his name is 'Shou He,' and what's your name?"

It sounds like a bounty hunter's codename, but... what a load of rubbish 'Flying Hero', judging by his size, he should be called 'Fat Bear', right?

And this skinny guy, a mere Sand Ninja, dares to call himself 'Shukaku'? 'Skinny Monkey' would be more accurate.

Qingwu silently grumbled a couple of times in his heart, and while enduring the stench, he casually made up a code name, "Puppet, my name is Puppet."

He didn't use any flashy code name, nor did he associate it with his own name.

The two men exchanged a glance, and the fat man shook his head, saying, "Never heard of it. With your skills, you killed four members of the Long family all by yourself. You shouldn't be unknown."

The skinny man grinned: "Puppet? You mean a puppeteer? I don't know where else in the ninja world, besides my Sunagakure, are ninjas skilled in puppetry."

Qingwu laughed, "That's because you're ignorant."

He didn't intend to reveal his Wood Release technique easily; using oddly shaped units would be eye-catching enough.

Therefore, if the plan is to use only humanoid units in the next battle, the scope is narrowed down to only using Arche Elves and Dwarves.

In that case, pretending to be a puppeteer wouldn't be bad.

"Really?" The skinny man was still inclined to probe: "Which ninja village are you from, brother? And when did you start dealing with the gold exchange?"

Qingwu waved his hand dismissively, avoiding the question.

"There's no need to ask so many questions. Once you've received the bounty, you can go your separate ways."

The skinny guy didn't dare to ask any more questions, and the fat guy smoothed things over by saying, "It's an unspoken rule not to ask about the past. It was my brother who was being nosy."