Chapter 749: Night Crow Harbor [1]

The sight was enough to jolt the senses.

The red-haired man was none other than Hu Qi, who had left Gray Leaf Village.

After leaving the village, he had made his way to Oak Town.

However, Oak Town was not his final destination.

Instead, it was Night Crow Harbor, hundreds of miles away.

According to Ired, it was in Night Crow Harbor that he had received the legacy for the Fire Torturer Professional path.

As a bustling port city, Night Crow Harbor’s trade was incomparable to other regions.

It was an exceptionally prosperous city.

The more prosperous a city, the more people it draws.

And among them, a large number of Professionals had gathered.

There were many circles where independent Professionals could network.

Ired had stumbled into one of these circles, which was how he stepped into the ranks of the Extraordinary and became a Professional.

However, regarding the Fire Torturer Professional path…

Ired only knew of Sequence Nine, Arsonist, and Sequence Eight, Fire Torturer.

It was even debatable whether the Sequence Seven above them existed.

Different Professional paths had different upper limits.

The Fire Torturer Professional path probably didn’t go very far.

Therefore…

Hu Qi had no intention of relying on the so-called Fire Torturer path.

‘To me, mastering the Fire Torturer’s power is just a temporary means of increasing my strength.’

‘I plan to gather more information about other Professionals to make a more informed choice.’

‘Then, I will decide which Professional path I want to take.’

‘To achieve that, it’s crucial to acquire more knowledge of the mystical arts, and Night Crow Harbor is undoubtedly the best place for it.’

‘There are simply more Professionals there.’

These thoughts flashed through his mind.

Before long…

The food was served: sausages, bread, a steak, and fresh milk…

Hu Qi broke the baguette into several pieces, revealing its fluffy, snow-white interior.

He picked up a piece and dipped it into the milk.

The crust soaked up the milk, but the core remained tender.

As he lifted it, a drop of milk slid slowly down its golden-brown edge.

The moment he took a bite, he first tasted the crispy, milk-soaked crust, followed by the dense, moist crumb melting on his tongue.

The gentle aroma of milk was wrapped in the sweetness of honey; the richness of almonds mixed with the fragrance of malt.

Hu Qi couldn’t help but slow his chewing.

“It’s not bad. Can’t compare to the Chinese food on Blue Star, but it’s alright for a change of pace once in a while.”

He commented to himself.

For Hu Qi…

Aside from growing stronger, his greatest hobby was tasting the delicacies of different worlds.

Before long…

Hu Qi had finished all the food on the table.

It wasn’t a large amount of food.

But for his current body, he was already starting to feel full.

‘After all, this body was too thin and weak before.’

‘It has never had a full meal. Suddenly binge-eating wouldn’t be good for it.’

‘This will have to be a gradual process.’

Afterward…

Led by the flaxen-haired girl…

He arrived in a courtyard.

Inside bluish-gray stone walls, dozens of freight wagons were parked in neat rows, their beds piled high with thick oak logs.

The logs were bundled together, emitting a faint, resinous aroma.

A few drivers were busy making final checks.

Oak Town was called Oak Town…

Naturally, because of its vast oak forests.

In this era, oak was the most popular and expensive type of lumber.

Because of its resistance to rot…

It could be used to build warships and merchant ships, as well as the beams and pillars of churches and castles.

It was a favorite building material among the nobility.

The older the wood, the more valuable it was.

And the final destination for these logs was Night Crow Harbor.

The man in charge here, Old Butte, wasn’t actually old. He was a man in his forties with a broad frame, corded muscles, and a stern expression.

His short, gray-white hair was stiff as a wire brush, and an old scar ran down his left cheek.

He wore a grease-stained leather vest, with a hatchet and a wineskin tucked into his belt.

Initially, when Hu Qi asked to hitch a ride, the man refused.

After all, who would want to take on a freeloader for no reason?

In response…

Hu Qi simply pulled a few Silver Lions from his coat and flashed them in the sunlight.

Upon seeing this…

Old Butte’s tense, stern face instantly melted like spring snow. His knitted brow smoothed out, replaced by solicitous creases.

He even generously offered Hu Qi a horse to ride.