“Oi, hunter,” Eugene called out.

“Y-yes,” the hunter answered while hurrying forward. As soon as the idiot half-orc left, Eugene and the others revealed their true colors.

“How long have you lived here?” Eugene asked.

“It has been a little over ten years,” the hunter answered.

“Were you always a hunter? You don’t look like you’re from this area,” Eugene asked. It seemed a little odd that a man who appeared to be over thirty had only lived here for a little over ten years.

“Y-Yes. My father was a hunter for Sir Rotun. He was caught hunting in secret, and we ended up here after wandering,” the hunter said while bowing. The snowy mountain wasn’t anybody’s territory, so there were several other hunters in a similar situation as him. It wasn’t illegal, and it wasn’t wrong either. Even so, the hunter was afraid of the knight who managed to kill two gray wolves during a blizzard. His keen instincts had been sharpened over the years of hunting, and it was warning him that the red-eyed knight was dangerous.

“I see. That means you are not a proper resident of any territory, right?” Eugene asked.

“That’s right,” he answered.

“And you are familiar with the geography of the nearby areas?” Eugene said.

“Of course...”

“Good. I will hire you as a guide,” Eugene stated.

“What?” the hunter mumbled as Eugene threw him a silver coin.

“Why? You don’t like it?” Eugene asked.

“T-That’s not it. But how far will you be going…” the hunter stuttered.

“The largest town closest...