I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List?

The white-haired old man, who was intently pouring wine for Loren, remained silent, still concentrating fully on the task, as if it were an extremely sacred ritual that should not be disturbed by the outside world.

The golden liquid gradually filled the frosty wine glass in front of Loren.

An intoxicating aroma of alcohol filled the air, while a seductive energy current flowed through the office's atmosphere.

After finishing pouring, the white-haired old man returned to his seat behind the desk, a serious expression on his face as he poured a glass for himself.

Once done, he placed the demon-head wine stopper back onto the pure white bottle and casually set this expensive bottle on the desk, to his right.

After completing all of the above, the white-haired old man, clad in a gray robe, finally looked at Loren sitting before his desk and spoke softly:

"Mr. Loren, who has come from afar, allow me to first introduce myself."

"Cliff Buckley, branch chief of this Bounty Hunters Guild."

"You may call me 'Chief Buckley' or 'Cliff.' Of course, Mr. Loren can also address me as 'old drunkard.'"

"Indeed, I often find myself in a tipsy state."

Having said this, Chief Cliff Buckley unconsciously glanced at the glass before him.

Then, he casually picked up the glass filled with golden liquid and took a small, savoring sip.

The moment the liquid touched his lips, Chief Cliff Buckley's face showed a look of deep intoxication as he closed his eyes, revealing a very pleased smile.

Hadn't he toiled for most of his life in the Star Realm just to calm his heart and taste this sip of wine?

This kind of life was truly wonderful...

Cliff Buckley silently praised himself in his heart.

Clearly, this old man was very satisfied with his current life.

Two seconds later.

Cliff Buckley opened his closed eyes, leaned back somewhat dreamily into the spacious chair behind him, and looked at the calm yet dangerous figure before his desk.

He smiled slightly, then raised his hand and lightly tapped his desk twice with his bent index finger.

A "humming" sound echoed.

The next moment.

All the shielding magical arrays inscribed within this private office activated.

The ubiquitous magical energy flowing through the air turned this place into a hidden sanctum.

Cliff Buckley nodded and spoke again:

"Regarding the question you asked earlier, Mr. Loren."

"My answer is that this Bounty Hunters Guild is indeed very wealthy."

"And you, possessing Demigod authority, are sufficiently aware of the secrets within this Bounty Hunters Guild."

"On the surface, this is just a branch that gathers numerous Superhumans and relies on them to complete commissions for rewards."

"In reality, this Bounty Hunters Guild secretly has three illicit wealth channels."

"The first channel: I have established certain deep-level cooperations with the Goblin Merchant Guild."

"As you know, in this era, many Superhumans are always pursued by the Security Bureau to the autonomous Beastkin Star Domain."

"This is a wild land of freedom. Items that are inconvenient to dispose of, flowing in from other Federation star domains, are sold by me to the Goblin Merchant Guild."

"For example, things that little Cook P. Jones looted from the Jadeite Star Domain were quietly sold to this guild."

"Then, I sold them to the Goblin Merchant Guild."

"Occasionally, some lost Federation Military items inadvertently fall into my hands..."

When Cliff Buckley said this, he deliberately observed Loren's expression.

Seeing that Loren's face remained calm and showed no other emotion, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and continued:

"The second channel: I secretly organize trustworthy Superhumans to explore some ancient ruins."

"For instance, the site of the Elf Empire in the Beastkin Star Domain's history."

"That vast Elf Empire, which was suddenly destroyed, left behind many precious traces within the Beastkin Star Domain."

"I find suitable buyers for the things discovered from these ancient ruins, selling them at a somewhat inappropriate price."

"For races whose inheritance has been severed, you can gouge them severely."

After finishing his second wealth channel, Cliff Buckley subtly observed Loren's expression again.

Seeing that Loren's demeanor remained completely unchanged, he slowly revealed his final wealth secret.

"The third channel: because the Beastkin Star Domain was once invaded by those Abyssal Demons."

"Although most of the dimensional passages were completely destroyed by the Federation back then."

"On this Super-Giant Planet, some one-way dimensional rifts leading to the Abyss have been left behind."

"When I'm short on money, I contact some trustworthy Powerful Individuals to venture quietly into the shallow layers of the Abyss and obtain unique things not found in the Star Realm."

"Then, I sell these unique items from the Abyss to some suitable organizations."

"For example, the organization that prepared the wine before you, and forces like Sadia's Private Restaurant that need Abyss seasonings."

"Currently, under the Federation's ban, these unique things from the Abyss often fetch a good price..."

After finishing, Cliff Buckley found a relatively comfortable position, leaned back in his spacious chair, picked up his glass again, and took a light sip.

Then, he closed his eyes once more, savoring the intoxication with enjoyment.

This branch chief of the Bounty Hunters Guild, while getting drunk, was silently waiting for Loren's response.

He had already told the other party the secret methods of earning Spirit Stones.

Now, it was up to the other party to choose, or not choose anything at all.

...

Loren, sitting before the desk, watched the branch chief who was constantly getting himself drunk and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly.

Hmm... fencing and smuggling military items, exploring ruins and reasonably extorting certain races whose inheritance had been severed, stealing and trafficking banned Abyss materials.

They all sounded like decent ways to get rich...

But given your current performance, I seriously doubt whether you can handle these highly dangerous jobs...

I have no interest in cooperating with a drunkard who likes to get himself plastered...

Loren silently muttered a quiet remark about the other party's personal hobbies.

Clearly, the other party's excessively uninhibited drinking habits disgusted him.

After a minute of contemplation.

Combining his intuition and rational judgment, Loren stood up.

"Chief Buckley, thank you for your candor."

"But I clearly prefer more straightforward work."

"If there are simple jobs like assassinations, please notify me."

With that, Loren turned around and walked toward the office door.

After taking two steps, he seemed to remember something, turned his head, and added to the drunken old man behind the desk:

"Oh, and illegal ones, or even assassinating Demigods, are fine."

"I'm not usually picky about these simple jobs."