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The Hunters were simply tasked with executing missions, often involving extremely high-risk operations.
Some missions involved protective duties; when ordinary wealthy individuals encountered kidnappers or faced insurmountable troubles, they would hire Hunters to take action. However, the Hunters adhered to a strict code: no matter the time or place, and regardless of whether it was for justice or any other purpose, they were not allowed to kill.
While killing was prohibited, they could subdue those rebellious thugs who begged for mercy, making them understand that the stance of justice would not tolerate the existence of evil.
Nevertheless, there were many high-risk missions where the danger level was beyond definition. In such cases, the elite Hunter Team would be called in to investigate. Their investigations often involved searching for evidence and recording videos for further study.
In most cases, when carrying out orders diligently, casualties were rare. However, some missions came with an exceptionally high mortality rate. Deaths could significantly lower a team's rating, and the trust painstakingly built within the team could vanish with the loss of a comrade. Many reputable teams that once held a prominent position in previous associations and received multiple accolades ultimately faced either reconstruction or total annihilation.
These outcomes and examples clearly illustrated the dangers faced by Hunters, which far exceeded those of other associations. First and foremost, due to the nature of their work, they had to be hands-on; too many tasks required them to traverse on foot and make judgments with their own eyes. Only when they were certain could they return. If certain requirements were not met, missions would be abandoned, or teams would make multiple trips just to complete a single task that was not even repetitive.
There were instances where they had no choice but to venture into dangerous territories to continue their reconnaissance or record video footage deemed necessary by the association. Otherwise, no matter how hard they tried or how thoroughly they searched, their efforts would go unrecognized.
Such situations were common; thus, whenever news broke out, Duan Shuai couldn't help but break into a cold sweat, his mouth agape as if exclaiming, "Wow, your missions are really that terrifying? I must have arrived at the wrong time."
"It seems that way," Freyr replied. "Right now is not the time for our team to rely heavily on manpower. You and Nosty came in prepared to bear some burdens. If you can endure this period of hardship for a while longer, then you will have met our expectations. Only then will you officially be considered members of this team. During missions, we will do our best to protect you since you are still newcomers; we cannot send you off to die—that would be too tragic." Freyr couldn't help but move his hands slightly and shrugged it off as if his earlier comment was just a joke.
"It does seem that way," Duan Shuai chuckled in response.
They lingered over their meal for quite some time until the owner of the restaurant politely asked them to leave as closing time approached. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, they each departed from the restaurant and headed home.
Freyr brought Duan Shuai back and arranged a room for him, indicating that for the time being, he would have to make do with living alongside the household staff. Other than that, nothing else would happen. He would be called for meals, and then it was time to rest.
Duan Shuai had initially thought that Freyr would be a very wealthy master, but he never expected wealth on this scale. Just casually booking a room for him to stay in, covering all expenses without needing to pay a dime, was unprecedented. Even Nosty and the stern-faced Relock were staying here with him.
This kind of wealth was not just ordinary; it could only be described as extravagant.
"Okay, I will. You should sleep too. Good night," Duan Shuai replied in kind.
Such days might continue for a while since this was a temporary arrangement. Once he had money, he would definitely seize the opportunity to move out; this was a goal he had set for himself. However, the compensation from the Hunter Association was quite substantial, attracting many people here. Yet, only a portion of them were selected, while most left without even seeing the place.
The rewards were high, but so were the risks, and many had lost their lives. This notion indeed drew many desperate individuals looking to join in; it wasn't that they had killed many people that earned them the title of desperados; rather, they simply did not care about death.
Moreover, these individuals were known for their underground fighting in the black market. They feared neither death nor hunger but were concerned about maintaining their strength, which required significant resources.
It wasn't that no one wanted to take on such work; some simply couldn't handle it. The interviewers from the Hunter Association paid close attention to this aspect.
Many who didn't fear death applied for interviews, but only a few were ultimately selected. The majority were asked to return to their previous lives because that suited them best—starving and collecting welfare checks—at least they wouldn't die.
Looking at it this way, it seemed accurate enough. Soon after, someone knocked on the door right on time.
"Hello, sir. It’s mealtime now; please come in." The person who entered was a young female servant with water-blue hair, dressed in a maid's uniform that couldn't hide her unique charm.
No wonder she was hired as a servant; perhaps it was because the lady of the house preferred young people—she appreciated their vitality. Living alone in such a large house made one long for companionship.
It was true that most people would think this way. At that moment, Duan Shuai had just woken up, nodded, and continued, "Alright, please step outside for a moment. I need to change my clothes before coming out." Duan Shuai replied politely.
Once the door closed, Duan Shuai took a clean outfit from his bag and changed before heading out as well.
Inside the room, there were no particularly valuable items, just some ordinary portraits, all featuring the same woman. He seemed to have a vague recollection of her; could she be Freyr's wife? It was impressive that she had such influence, enough to have the artist cover the entire corridor with her likeness.
Wasn't this an attempt to let everyone know how much he cherished his wife? Duan Shuai looked at the portraits in the corridor with a hint of envy before making his way to the hall.
The hall was filled with a harmonious atmosphere. Although the servants were not allowed at the table, they gathered at a nearby table, enjoying meals that were not much different from what the host had—steak, red wine, and a bit of porridge to balance things out without being too heavy.
"Good morning," Freyr said as he stood up respectfully to greet him.
"Morning," Duan Shuai replied lazily as he walked toward an empty seat.
The butler had already taken his place and slowly moved aside to indicate for him to sit down. Duan Shuai nodded slightly and took his seat. The butler even pushed his chair in for him before watching him eat and then leaving.
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