Du Ru'er staggered back home, reeking of alcohol, only when the night had completely fallen.
He was a scruffy, bearded middle-aged man clad in rugged leather armor. Even when he went out drinking, he remained fully armed.
With a long dagger, two throwing knives, a throwing axe, a hand crossbow, a composite bow, a fully automatic handgun, a longsword, and an array of bottles and pouches dangling from his waist—this was the gold standard of the "Survival Expert," a profession unmatched in all-terrain combat without weaknesses.
A hunter by nature and born in the deep mountains of Black Hawk, he had all the talent needed to excel in the art of tracking and hunting. But instead of joining a mercenary band and earning the disreputable title of wartime mercenary, he chose to leave his homeland, crossing borders to become the bodyguard of adventurers and archaeologists.
This lifestyle, indeed, was rather comfortable and carefree.
Du Ru'er lived without a single care in the world.
