A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Doctor, doctor, is there any hope for me?" Upon seeing the pale-faced man, Bray made a rare joke.

Even though he kept a straight face while making the joke.

"What can suppress concepts is your sword, not you yourself," White Face said calmly.

"The residual concepts contained in the Heavenly Fox Tears are 'poison' to mortals."

“Of course I know,” Bray said, a fact he himself knew all too well.

"Here you go." Whiteface casually tossed a deck of cards to Bray.

Bray took the deck of cards, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Do you want to play cards with me?"

“I don’t like gambling.” Bray shrugged, preparing to toss the cards back.

“I don’t like gambling either,” White Face said.

"This is to 'fill' your pockets with that excess magic."

Bray converted his immense life force into a corresponding amount of magic, and then used this deck of cards to store it, which could alleviate his physical symptoms to some extent.

“Fifty-two cards, each capable of holding a considerable amount of magic,” White said to Bray.

For ordinary people, each card is a bottomless pit of magic.

However, for Bray, this so-called "bottomless pit" was just right.

"There's such a thing?" Bray was astonished. Indeed, the world is full of wonders.

"What else is it good for besides holding magic?" He was a little excited to find that he had a new toy.

The dead fish's eyes were filled with "happiness," especially those deep red pupils; it couldn't be happier.

"Every card has its use, figure it out yourself," Whiteface said irresponsibly.

"This is just a souvenir. I came to tell you something."

"what's up?"

“I need your help to destroy the ‘Alliance of the Gods’,” said Whiteface.

"What is the 'Unity of the Gods'?" Bray felt he had too many questions, but he had to ask.

“The Silver Seed organization… an organization that has risen from the ashes. They should have been destroyed by me,” Whiteface said.

"It's related to the walls of the world, right?"

"You're just as smart as me."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"They'll probably target those who hold the precepts, so be careful." Even though Whiteface intended to have Bray join him on a heist.

But after thinking about it, he decided to give up the idea; it wasn't the right time yet.

There are still too many "hidden" guys.

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight shone on Levy's lovely little face.

Ahead of her was Bray, who was adjusting his clothes.

Then, Levy fetched things back and forth for Bray at a speed so fast it left afterimages.

"Bray, Bray, fanny pack!" Levy wagged her tail and handed Bray the fanny pack.

“Hmm.” Bray nodded and hung up his fanny pack.

"Bray, Bray, playing cards!" Levy twitched her ears again and handed the playing cards to Bray.

This deck of cards is the one that Whiteface gave to himself.

Just as Bai Mian said, these playing cards have a relieving effect on his symptoms.

After transforming the surging vitality into magic and storing it in the playing cards, it's equivalent to indirectly using the Heavenly Fox Tear.

This way, Bray won't have to go out with red eyes early in the morning.

Each playing card has a slightly different purpose, but generally speaking, they are all auxiliary spells.

The more magic power consumed, the better the effect.

The effects of using the Heavenly Fox Tears driver are self-evident.

Of course, the matter of the playing cards doesn't matter now; what matters is Levy's rather strange behavior.

"Hmm..." Bray hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"What's wrong with you today?" he couldn't help but ask.

Although Levy often does this kind of thing, she seems a little too enthusiastic today.

"Nothing much." Levy looked up, feigning ignorance.

Bray scratched the back of his head. Since Levy said it was nothing, he decided to pretend nothing had happened.

Maybe Levy broke something and is making amends.

“Let’s go to the guild,” Bray said to Levy. He had gotten up early to prepare his gear for the guild trip.

Under normal circumstances, receiving two or three commissions a month is already the norm for Bray.

Unless it's one of those commissions that takes a month to complete, Bray is quite diligent in taking on commissions in order to make a living.

Of course, when you're not diligent, you're just a complete couch potato.

"Oh!" Levy raised her paw and immediately responded.

Bray would never have guessed that her enthusiasm stemmed from the fact that Bray's birthday was just a few days away.

At least that's what Levy thinks.

She had to make Bray happy.

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The morning light was warm and gentle.

In the Adventurers' Guild in the Imperial Capital, all sorts of people sat at tables, chatting about their adventures.

Every now and then someone gets drunk and is immediately thrown out by the union's security personnel.

The doorbell rang and rang; from morning till night, someone would always come into the union.

The union is only quiet when it's closed.

The receptionist's job is very busy; if it weren't for someone covering her shift on weekends, she probably would have quit long ago.

However, to be honest, this job often involves meeting interesting people, so it's not bad.

"Ah, Mr. 'Bloodblade'." The receptionist covered her mouth slightly, looking at the newcomer in surprise.

Mention Cao Cao, and Cao Cao will appear.

She found the people she found interesting, including the adventurer in front of her.

Despite his fierce appearance and frightening deeds, you'll find that he's actually quite adorable once you get to know him.

Calling him cute and innocent might be a bit unfair to this adventurer, but oh well, that's just how he is.

“My name is Bray, Brayclas. You can take a quick look at the nameplate,” Bray said irritably, tapping his fingers hard on the table.

Being called "Blood Blade" by others feels strange, as if I've just run away from a chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur) movie set.

A person who deserves such a nickname must have saved the world in their past life.

He doesn't have it, so he doesn't deserve it.

“Yes, Mr. Bloodblade.” The receptionist looked at Bray with a smile in her eyes.

"..." Bray decided to give up arguing with the receptionist.

Fortunately, the young lady seemed to have had enough fun and stopped teasing him.

Are you here today looking for a commission?

"Yeah, I want a high-paying and easy job," Bray said in a lazy, nonchalant tone.

"This is difficult; there don't seem to be many jobs like this in the world."

"Why don't you become a gigolo?" the receptionist said with a professional smile.

"Just kidding." Bray shrugged; that was just a joke he was making back at the receptionist.

"There are five or six jobs here with good pay. You can choose one yourself."

"I won't recommend commissions to experienced adventurers." She then tore off some commission slips from behind her and placed them in front of Bray.

“Emmmm,” Bray rubbed his chin and began to look at them carefully, one by one.

Levy was also perched on the edge of the front desk, curiously examining the service request form.

She had been with Bray for so long and had learned to read, so she could understand the gist of it.

For example, she knows what "rice ball rabbit" and "bread grass" mean.

Everything must be delicious 0V0.

Bray placed his finger on Miqiu Rabbit's request, then swiped away.

There are quite a few requests in front of me, and I need to spend a lot of time considering them.

"What is this?" He suddenly noticed a commission that looked quite interesting.

"Ah, this one, it's a horse race held by some big family." The receptionist glanced up and knew which commission Bray was referring to.

"Is the commission to attend?" Bray asked quite seriously.

"Hehe, Mr. Bray, you really have a good sense of humor." The receptionist chuckled.

She was certain that this guy had even carefully read the contents of the commission, but had only seen the title.

“I’m serious…” Bray muttered.

"This mission requires adventurers to ensure that no monsters appear on the track."

"A large part of the race track is in the suburbs, so it's quite dangerous."

Due to the design of the track, the race may take place in the suburbs, or even in areas not close to towns.

"Tsk..." Bray clicked his tongue in disappointment.

"Which family is organizing this competition?" he suddenly realized something and quickly asked.

The quick-witted Bray immediately sensed the danger.

If this commission had been issued by the Cardo family, Bray would never have done it, even if it meant his death.

He was scammed once a few years ago, and he couldn't stand it happening again.

Although I didn't lose anything at the time and even made a lot of money, I was still unhappy.

"The Lani family, it says here," the receptionist said quietly, her finger pressing on a small family crest on the service form.

"As long as it's not the Cardo family, that's fine." Brey breathed a sigh of relief. Had he been too sensitive?

Does Mr. Bray have any conflict with the Cardo family?

“There’s no conflict, I just don’t want to have anything to do with this family.” He shook his head. The matter between him and that Sakhado was not something that could be explained in a few words.

If Bray told others that he was wary of that child who was only a few years old, he might be considered crazy.

"Then this commission will do." Bray slapped his thigh and decided to accept the commission.

He mainly felt that this kind of competition commission was novel, and he might be able to watch the competition for free.

"By the way, Mr. Bray, there's no free admission for this commission." Seemingly seeing through Bray's thoughts, the receptionist threw out a sharp remark.

“…” Bray fell silent.

Then Levy looked left and right, not understanding what had happened.

"This commission is located in the Northern Continent."

Bray raised an eyebrow slightly when he heard the location.

He touched his eyebrows, feeling a sense of foreboding for some reason.