World-saving Plan: The Only Savior-Chapter 610 - 469: Mutated Black Rats (Two in One)

"Thud!"

A dull sound erupted as a huge chest was placed on the floor in front of the tavern’s bar.

"Paul, time for the goods inspection!"

The man leading the group, in his thirties, called out to the bartender in fluent Gaulish.

His companions carried on their own conversations in various other languages.

Clearly, this was a team composed of hunters from different countries.

"Morris, looks like you’ve got some game again. What is it this time, don’t tell me it’s rats again?"

Paul came out from behind the counter and spoke to the man in Gaulish as well.

He approached the large men, clearly familiar with them, and greeted them casually.

This Paul, not only a bartender here, but also a mission dispatcher.

What surprised Hu Peng and Xun You even more was that he seemed to know many languages.

When talking with these bounty hunters, Paul could almost always communicate using their own languages.

"I’d like to hunt something different, but to be honest, that place is just swarming with rats. I feel like I’m becoming a professional rat catcher."

As Morris spoke, he lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and had a look of satisfaction on his face.

Upon hearing this, Paul’s expression suddenly became odd.

"Tell me, Morris, you didn’t ship these rats over from Gaul, did you?"

He said this as he casually opened the chest. A cloud of white frost emerged, revealing the contents inside.

There were three black rat corpses!

They were huge, almost the size of an adult Golden Retriever.

Their fur was jet black, and together with their fierce appearance, they were enough to send a chill down one’s spine.

Even though the rats were frozen in the chest, they couldn’t conceal the stench of decay, prompting everyone in the bar to cover their mouths.

"Click."

Paul quickly closed the chest and fanned the air in front of him, saying:

"I’ve told you before, Morris, to pay more attention to our postings, but you never look."

"What’s the problem?"

"If you had looked at the postings, you would have known that we opened a Wildfire Tavern in Bali just a few days ago. There was no need for you to come all this way."

At his words, everyone present was stunned, especially Morris and his team, who looked at him with a "are you kidding me?" expression.

Morris’ mouth gaped open, so much that he didn’t even notice his cigarette dropping to the floor.

"Damn it! Are you trying to tell me I’ve wasted so much effort, taken days, crossed thousands of kilometers, to bring this thing from Bali, only to find out you guys have a branch right next door to me!??"

Paul spread his hands: "I guess so."

"Damn it! Damn, damn, damn!"

Morris angrily threw his lighter to the ground, expressing his discontent in a manner unique to his homeland.

His teammates wore similarly constipated expressions.

Refusing to give up, someone whipped out their phone to check the information and found it was just as Paul had said. They became like deflated balloons, just sighing heavily.

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, a burst of laughter rang out from around the room, the other hunters who had come for a drink.

Everyone here was an old hand with plenty of experience, and they could understand a little of each country’s language.

Those who couldn’t understand had the situation explained by others, laughing uproariously in a very lively manner.

The tavern was suddenly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

"Morris, seriously, I suggest you guys keep an eye on our tavern’s news more often. Like now, not only in Gaul, but we’ve opened branches in most of the major countries in the world. Don’t make another wasted trip in the future."

Paul explained to the group with a grin on his face.

Morris rubbed his thinning hair and pointed to the chest, saying:

"Damn it, I got it, enough wasting time, Paul. If there’s nothing wrong with the goods, just hurry up and give me my reward."

"OK, OK, which do you want? Cash or transfer?"

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"I knew it..."

Paul muttered, then said something quickly into a walkie-talkie before continuing:

"Alright, I’ve asked Jill to count the money, your payment will arrive shortly."

After waiting for a while, they saw a door open and a tall girl came out carrying a small suitcase.

Upon seeing this, Morris and his team’s eyes lit up, though it wasn’t clear if they were looking at the girl or the suitcase.

After counting the money in the suitcase, the expression on Morris’ face, previously excited, turned sour.

"Paul, what’s going on here? Why is there only sixty thousand in the suitcase? Weren’t three rats supposed to be sixty-nine thousand!?"

Paul pointed to the phone one of them was holding and said:

"Morris, did you forget what I just said? Check the messages we send you. The bounty for black rats has dropped, now each one is only twenty thousand."

"What! Why is that!!"

"Can’t help it, recently the number of these rats has become a bit excessive, and the boss doesn’t need that many materials. After all, rarity makes a thing precious."