44: Silver reward

“I’m rich, I’m rich!”

“Arson and murder lead to a golden belt; the ancients truly didn’t deceive me!”

Inside the bundle were several crumpled banknotes soaked in water.

The banknotes were printed with the words ‘One Hundred Tael’ and ‘Great Xuan Bank’.

Han Yi had seen the Great Xuan Bank in the market; it was a bank established by the imperial court, with a strong background and abundant funds, basically distributed in all cities across the land.

Han Yi carefully took out the banknotes that had been washed into a wad by the stream, counted them carefully, and there were a total of five.

“So this is five hundred taels of silver?”

This was the first time Han Yi had seen such a large sum of money since he came to this world!

He really didn't know how Wu Awei, a mere flower thief, could have so much money on him!

Moreover, with so much silver, why didn't he go to the Drunken Immortal Pavilion?

Han Yi couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to figure it out; he only knew that he was rich!

An excited heart, trembling hands.

Han Yi carefully smoothed out the banknotes, lightly shook off the water droplets, and then put the banknotes into his close-fitting cloth pouch.

The rest of Wu Awei’s belongings were unremarkable; there was nothing of value.

As for the bamboo tube Wu Awei used, even though it was empty, Han Yi felt dizzy just by smelling it.

“It's not a good thing either!”

Han Yi found a wet area, dug a hole, and buried the bamboo tube along with the pile of miscellaneous junk.

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The black sky gradually faded, the air was still filled with the fresh scent of the forest, and the sky began to brighten.

Han Yi carried his bundle, moved nimbly, and strode quickly towards An Yan City.

Han Yi hadn’t felt it during the fight and the aftermath, but now he was completely exhausted.

After all, he had stayed up late, and now he just wanted to go back and get some good rest.

Grumble, grumble

Han Yi woke up from a deep sleep.

“Did I sleep until noon?” He rubbed his sleepy eyes a few times and looked at the sun outside.

“Let’s go get the bounty first, then go eat something!” Han Yi quickly made a decision.

It was twenty-five taels of silver after all; no matter how small the mosquito, it's still meat!

“Steamed buns for sale, cheap and delicious, big and round steamed buns~”

“Jianbing guozi, jianbing guozi, want a set?”

“Sugar-fried chestnuts, sugar-fried chestnuts........”

It was lunchtime, and the street outside Qiuzhu Alley was filled with various snack stalls. Small vendors were constantly shouting, and pedestrians stopped and walked, blocking the not-so-wide road completely.

The street was noisy but full of life, and as it reached Han Yi's ears, he found it quite pleasant.

“Which wanted poster on the wanted list was taken down?”

“I don't know, could it be the leader of Black Wind Stronghold, Tie Tu?”

“You're dreaming! The leader of Black Wind Stronghold comes and goes without a trace. I think, in An Yan City, no one can do anything to him.......”

The people on the street watched a Martial Artist wrapped in a black robe with a black cloth bag on his back walk by and discussed animatedly.

This person was Han Yi.

After all, the tasks in the Martial Alliance were not specifically aimed at You like those in the Bureau of Unusual Matters.

Especially these bounty tasks, the person killed might be intricately connected to a certain expert or Family, so wearing a hood and concealing one’s figure was necessary.

Some Martial Artists in the Martial Alliance even wore masks and changed their physique, making it impossible for others to distinguish whether they were male or female.

Although An Yan City had been peaceful for a long time, the people living here were not unfamiliar with the bounty tasks in the Martial Alliance.

Seeing Han Yi carrying a black cloth bag specially made by the Martial Alliance at this time, with a round object inside the cloth bag.

Although no blood seeped out, everyone was very perceptive and made way.

If one looked down from the city wall of An Yan City, the street, which had been packed shoulder to shoulder, instantly formed a clear path where Han Yi passed, like a whale shark entering a school of silverfish.

Only after Han Yi had passed did pedestrians behind him start to discuss amongst themselves.

“If the one who died at the hands of this great hero was that perverted thief Wu Awei, that would be great….”

Several women said through clenched teeth.

“That Wu Awei is highly skilled. I think, at most, it's just a small, foolish thief who doesn't know his place……”

A passerby interjected.

He was met with angry glares from several women, he gave a sheepish smile, and quickly left.

“Alas, no matter what era, it is the common people who suffer,” Han Yi’s thoughts turned, “I never thought I would one day become a great hero who acts righteously….”

He shook his head, no longer thinking about random things, and quickened his pace.

Martial Alliance, back hall.

The back hall was a place specially set up by the Martial Alliance for bounty tasks.

Although it was daytime, the back hall was completely different from the bustling scene in the front hall.

In the back hall at this time, there were only a few masked Martial Artists, all carrying black cloth bags, moving quickly and efficiently, unlike the sluggishness in the front hall.

Clunk, clunk

Han Yi raised his hand and placed the black cloth bag on the table in front of the officer.

The officer did not dare to delay, after untying the cloth bag, a pungent smell of blood rushed out.

But his expression remained unchanged, holding Wu Awei's wanted poster in one hand and examining the head in the other.

Clearly, this officer was already used to this kind of job.

“May I ask how this Lord is addressed?”

The officer bowed slightly and said respectfully.

“You are too kind, I am Niu Li.”

Han Yi, wrapped entirely in a black robe, lowered his voice and spoke in a deep tone.

“Lord Niu, this is your bounty, please keep it safe.”

The officer smiled slightly and presented the twenty-five taels of silver with both hands.

Niu Li, this name sounded like a fake name, but this officer had been here for a long time, what kind of person hadn't he seen?

Martial Alliance tasks were free, and identities were free. There were not a few people like Han Yi who hid their faces and used fake names.

There were quite a few Martial Artists who disguised themselves as women, changed their appearance, and even made it impossible for others to tell if they were male or female when claiming bounties; a mere fake name was nothing.......

“Lord Niu, I wonder if there are any Secret Manuals on the ‘Silver Sword’ Wu Awei?”

“Don’t worry, Lord Niu, our Martial Alliance buys back all kinds of martial arts techniques at a high price, and we will definitely give you a fair price.”

Seeing Han Yi remain silent, the officer continued.

“I didn’t find any Secret Manuals on Wu Awei........” Han Yi’s tone was low.

“Then is Lord Niu interested in selling the silver sword he had?

“We Martial Alliance also buy back all kinds of rare treasures, and the price is definitely higher than the market price. Even the Hundred Treasures Pavilion is not as conscientious as us!”

“Sorry, I have no intention of selling that silver sword for now.”

Han Yi cupped his hands slightly, his tone full of apology.

His thoughts turned, “I’m still missing a good weapon. The lanyu sword definitely can't be sold, but if I want to use it, it seems I have to find a way to disguise it.......”

Seeing Han Yi’s firm attitude, the officer no longer tried to persuade him and turned to attend to other matters.

Han Yi also left.

The officer walked a few steps to the main hall and casually tore down Wu Awei's wanted poster from the wanted list.