Noah had a vague understanding of the various countries that composed the continent he was in, yet that was far from enough to secure a smooth escape.
He was completely unaware of the political situations in the other nations, which was what made him doubtful about his destination.
'I think it's time to go back on scamming soldiers.'
He decided in his mind as a cold smile appeared on his face.
Noah resumed the hunts with Kurt's group.
He was eager to test his new strength but, in the end, he decided to lay low and pretend that he had still a rank 3 body.
He didn't do that only to hide his actual battle prowess and to continue in his accumulation of material, he did that to appear the weakest of the group.
Most people would talk in a more unrestrained manner to those that considered inferior to them, Noah knew that fairly well.
He used that fact as a way to gather precious information.
Kurt's group had the tradition to gather in the main hall of the guild to drink after each successful hunt and that moment was precisely what Noah was aiming for.
He began to drink more in those situations, that wine was made precisely for cultivators, that meant that it could make them drunk.
Since Noah was pretending to have a rank 3 body, he could act as if he had gotten drunk after a few jugs and "innocently" ask for sensitive information to the others in his group.
Only Kurt was only a hunter after all, the other five hunters had all other jobs outside the guild, many of them in the Royal army.
As soldiers, it was impossible for them not to know about the political situation of their opponents on the borders of the country.
"But, I mean *hic*, this noble system is so restrictive. It is impossible for all the other nations to have the same."
A "drunk" Noah exclaimed loudly, waving his empty jug toward the servants waiting near the walls of the hall.
"Haha! Vance is drunk again! I told you that I can turn everyone in a drunkard!"
"Newton, don't feel proud about that, he is not even twenty and is already trying to match your amount of wine. You really have a bad influence on people."
"Hmph, and what does age even matter! We might all die in our next hunt because of some unexpected beast appearing out of nowhere. The way I see it, be extra careful when there is the possibility to die and be extra drunk when there isn't!"
Newton and Ella bickered as usual on the table while wine continued to be poured on their jugs.
"There are different political systems throughout our continent. I know that there is a nation where the power is divided through many independent organizations called "sects". They are like a bigger version of the academy but without any restrictions on the bloodline."
Ada answered Noah's question.
Newton's eyes lit up hearing her words and joined that conversation.
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"I heard about that too. What was its name, right! Papral nation! I heard that the cultivators there live in caves where they isolate themselves for entire years!"
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