Especially seeing Lis's exceptionally young appearance and powerful abilities, this feeling grew even stronger.
Charles sighed deeply and, shaking his head, left with a lack of interest.
Meanwhile, Lis paid no attention to Charles's disappointment. He had more important things to do.
In Nelin City, aside from the personnel related to trade caravans, the most numerous were the countless adventurers.
Naturally, the Mercenary Guild in Nelin City was much larger in both area and scale compared to other places, bustling with mercenaries in various attire.
Unlike Bright City, most of the mercenaries here were human, elves, or half-elves; dwarves were quite rare in this area.
The Navia Great Forest was extremely rich in resources. Various precious materials and plants were produced here, abundant in variety and quantity, and many magical beasts lived within the forest.
Although the elves were the masters of the Navia Great Forest, in a way, they did not mind other races taking various resources from the forest.
The elves' philosophy was somewhat similar to that of druids. They believed that the forest was also a part of nature, and obtaining resources and hunting magical beasts in moderation was beneficial for maintaining the forest's ecosystem.
What they opposed was the boundless exploitation of the forest and invasions of elf towns by other races.
It was only after humans began capturing elves as slaves that the relationship between elves and humans started to deteriorate.
Lis surveyed the mercenaries resting and drinking in the Mercenary Tavern. Perhaps because of the presence of elf mercenaries, the attractiveness of the mercenaries here was significantly higher than in other places.
But still not as good as me!
Lis agreed with this conclusion and headed straight for the tavern bar.
"Can I help you with anything?"
Behind the bar stood a half-elf woman dressed elegantly, her cute face slightly green and charming.
Lis handed her a Mercenary Information Card and then tilted his Space Ring toward the ground.
Clatter, clatter, clatter~
Various magical beast materials poured out, quickly forming a small mountain on the floor in front of the bar.
All sorts of magical beast Demon Crystals, furs, and fangs emitted a faint Magic Light, and the air around the area even had a faint scent of blood.
Gale Wolf teeth and claws containing the Wind Element, a complete Earth Tiger skin and whip, Thunder Eagle's cherished eye pearls the size of a fingernail...
All in all, the quantity of magical beast materials in front of him was enormous!
The unusual scene immediately attracted the attention of all the mercenaries in the tavern.
"Who is that guy with so many magical beast materials? Did he hunt them all by himself?"
"Is he representing some Mercenary Group? He looks unfamiliar."
"Definitely, didn't you sense the Magic Power fluctuations from those materials? The least powerful ones are Silver Level!"
Lis, unbothered by other people's surprised and questioning glances, pointed to the pile of magical beast materials and spoke to the half-elf girl:
"Handle all these materials for me. Remember to add the Mercenary Points."
"Don't try any tricks, got it?"
"Also, call your manager over. I want to buy some information."
Though Lis's tone was not overly stern, the half-elf girl's face turned pale, and she nodded repeatedly:
"Please rest assured; nothing of that sort will happen in the Mercenary Guild."
Saying so, the young waitress hurried off to the back.
Lis shook his head and sat down at the bar, ordering a glass of elf specialty fruit wine to taste.
While he didn't mind the magical beasts killed along the way for practice, his good surrogate training habits made him reluctant to be swindled by others.
If not for the fact that collecting Bronze Level magical beast materials was too time consuming and low in value, the quantity of magical beast materials here would have been much greater.
Although Lis looked somewhat innocuous, his figure, framed by the small mountain of magical beast materials, took on a mysteriously unfathomable air.
So much so that the voices of the surrounding mercenaries died down, and they involuntarily shifted their conversation topic.