"This is confidential." Fenton smiled faintly and said, "However, it's not really a secret among experienced hunters. I can privately reveal a bit to you. This thing is one of the raw materials for the 'Blessing of the Gods'. It can enhance physical strength. But if used directly, one will instead be infected by the resentment of the walking corpses within these soul crystals and is likely to degenerate into a walking corpse or other demons."
Dudian was taken aback.
He remembered that when he got the Marks of the Demon, he seemed to have absorbed a soul crystal while in a coma, but nothing had happened to him.
Could it be because of the Marks of the Demon?
"Can't even hunters use it directly?" Dudian asked.
Fenton shook his head. "No, they can't."
Dudian was a bit stunned, and his heart couldn't help but pound wildly. Hunters can't use it either? But he could! At least, from the moment he absorbed that Frost Crystal until now, he hadn't felt any abnormalities in his body. If there were really any changes, the two doctors during the Washing Day would surely have detected something. After all, they were experienced senior doctors.
The Marks of the Demon!
The Marks of the Demon of different hunters are different, so their abilities are also different. Dudian suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Could it be that the true ability of his Marks of the Demon wasn't that super sense of smell? But... the ability to digest Frost Crystals?
Or could it be that digesting Frost Crystals was just one of the characteristics of his ability?
Thinking of this, Dudian couldn't help but feel a bit excited. If that were really the case, he could secretly use the Frost Crystals he obtained in the future and didn't have to hand them over at all. Although one Frost Crystal was equivalent to one gold coin, that is, ten thousand copper coins. Judging from the price in this world, it was equivalent to ten thousand yuan in the old era. Once absorbed, it would be gone. But having witnessed the cruelty outside the Wall, he naturally wouldn't be confuse by money anymore.
"Later, when you go to the Finance Department and show your identification badge, you can receive your gold coins. As for the other supplies, they are still being appraised in the 'Elemental Temple'. It will take some time to estimate their prices, usually about half a month, and at the latest, one month." Fenton smiled and said.
Dudian was taken aback. "The Elemental Temple?"
Fenton smiled slightly and didn't go into details. He said, "People from the headquarters should be here soon. You can wait outside first."
Seeing that he didn't seem to want to say more, Dudian was sensible enough not to ask further. He stood up and said, "Thank you, Mr. Fenton. Then I'll take my leave."
"Alright."
After Dudian left the room, Fenton turned his head and looked at the middle-aged butler beside him. He smiled softly and said, "What do you think of him?"
"He's a very smart and promising young lad." The middle-aged butler said respectfully.
Fenton nodded slightly and sighed, saying, "Yes, it's a pity... After all, he doesn't have the Light Constitution, so his lifespan won't be long. Even if he doesn't die in the mouth of a monster, he will sooner or later be eroded and disabled by radiation. Unless he can buy the 'Water of the God of Light', but the price of this thing is too high. Only top hunters have the capital to buy a little of it."
"What a pity." The middle-aged butler nodded.
Fenton lightly tapped the pen holder in his hand on the notebook on the table, deep in thought, and said, "The hunter in the Eighth District died. This young lad surely knows the truth, but since he won't say it, there's nothing we can do to interrogate him. Even the headquarters probably wouldn't want to interrogate him. After all, we've already lost one hunter, and it's rare to have a new substitute, especially with the rare Marks of the Demon from the 'Fear Infector'. Those guys will probably just let it go."
The middle-aged butler nodded slightly and said, "It was said above that the body of the 'Fear Infector' was burned to death. He was a bit nervous when he was speaking earlier, but his eyes were very calm, which can't be faked. I suspect that he was very likely the one who burned it to death."
"Yeah." Fenton nodded slightly. He naturally noticed this too. Although Dudian had disguised very well,his ability to judge people was extremely sharp.
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The Hunter Headquarters of the Mellon Consortium.
In an office in an ancient castle.
With a bang, a slender and fair hand slapped hard on the table. The owner of the hand was a woman in scarlet battle armor. She stared angrily at the bald middle-aged man behind the desk and almost roared, "My younger brother is the only family member I have. Do you want my younger brother to die without any explanation? I've already investigated. The Watson Consortium and the Military Department have both recruited new hunters recently. I just want the headquarters to make the connection for me so that I can ask them personally!"
The bald middle-aged man had a calm expression. He watched as the spittle from her mouth landed on his face but didn't wipe it. He said calmly, "You should know that we don't have any evidence. Even if the hunters from other consortia secretly infiltrated, it can only be blamed on the negligence of the hunters patrolling the Eighth District for not detecting it in time! Moreover, the forensic doctor has already examined the body. Your younger brother did die inside the body of that 'Fear Infector'. Only a few residues and fragments of soft armor are left after being digested. I know you're very angry, but the demon that killed your younger brother is already dead. What else do you want?"
"I want revenge!!" The scarlet-clad woman roared, "Even if my younger brother was killed by the 'Fear Infector', I will never allow others to take advantage of my younger brother's achievements. There was no parasitic soul worm in the body of that 'Fear Infector'. There must have been someone else nearby. Why, why should my younger brother die in vain while he reaps the spoils?"
The bald middle-aged man said calmly, "I can understand that you can't accept it for a while, but I will never allow you to do anything that harms the interests of the consortium. You'd better not have any petty actions. The consortium will investigate this matter clearly and give you an explanation!"
"Harm the interests of the consortium?" The scarlet-clad woman couldn't help but laugh, and tears welled up in her eyes as she laughed. "My younger brother is dead, and you're talking to me about interests? Do you think I don't know how much profit I've brought to the consortium over the years?!"
The bald middle-aged man knew he had said the wrong thing. He frowned slightly and said, "I said that the consortium will give you a satisfactory explanation. If we find that person and confirm that he is from another consortium, we will never let it go. You can rest assured about that. However, you mustn't act on your own privately. If you are caught by other consortia instead, you will suffer a great loss."
The scarlet-clad woman stopped laughing, gave him a mocking look, and said nothing more. She turned and left.
Just then, the door of the room suddenly opened, and a guard trotted in. First, he respectfully saluted the scarlet-clad woman, and then he came in front of the bald middle-aged man and said, "Sir, this is the news from the Scavenger Headquarters."
The bald middle-aged man frowned but still took the letter and opened it, quickly scanning through it.
"Hmm?" The bald middle-aged man was slightly taken aback. He couldn't help but look up at the back of the scarlet-clad woman. Seeing that she didn't notice this, he let out a sigh of relief, quickly closed the letter, and ordered, "I see. You can go."
The scarlet-clad woman, who had already reached the door, heard the guard's words and suddenly stopped. Her eyes turned slightly red, revealing a cold and murderous intent. She strode out of the room.
After the scarlet-clad woman left, the bald middle-aged man quickly took out a new piece of letter paper and quickly issued an order.