The next day, they went to the market in the city center and sold the glowing winged deer for 5,000 silver coins. They met a merchant who buys these strange animals.

  The merchant said, "5,000 silver coins? That's too much. I'll buy it for 4,000 silver coins."

  Novamelle replied, "5,000 is its price, which is 100 times that of a regular deer."

  The merchant responded, "But you didn’t bring the whole deer, only the skin and wings."

  Moner, in an angry tone, said, "But that's the most important part of this deer!"

  The merchant replied, "Believe me, they will buy it from you for 3,500 silver coins."

  "I told you, the fixed price is 4,000. No negotiations," the merchant insisted.

  Moner immediately went to sell it to other people, but indeed, the offers he received were 3,500 or 3,000 silver coins. He quickly returned and told the merchant, "Alright, I agree to 4,000 silver coins."

  The merchant laughed, "Alright, deal. Tell me, what are your names?"

  "I'm Moner."

  "And I'm Novamelle."

  "Nice to meet you, hunters. I am Nero, the merchant. But aren’t you too young to be hunting?"

  Novamelle replied, "Too young? So what? We do our best to get what we want. That’s reality."

  The merchant Nero smiled, "I like your way of thinking. Why don’t you come to me whenever you catch something again?"

  Moner confidently said, "Of course, we’ll come every week."

  With the twins continuing to hunt, they visited every week consistently. However, most of the time, they didn’t find any strange wild animals. The profit was high but rare. In the second week, they found nothing, and for many weeks after that, they still had no luck.

  Despite this, they didn’t give up. After several weeks, they finally heard the sound of the hidden singing rabbit. Novamelle used her keen hearing and shot an arrow, hitting one that got stuck to a tree. At the same time, Moner took down another one, making it crash into the tree as well.

  The remaining rabbits quickly fled.

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  Both of them cheered, "This is amazing!"

  Novamelle said with hope, "Finally! After all these weeks, we caught something. These hidden singing rabbits must stay alive since their value is in their singing. They’re useless if they die."

  Moner, however, was thinking, If this continues for weeks without results, I don’t want to do it anymore.

  "This is bad. After so many weeks, we only caught two rabbits. Will the next time be in a year? Who knows?" he said.

  Novamelle agreed, "If it takes too long, we need to find a solution."

  They went to the market and met the merchant Nero. When the merchant saw them, he laughed, "Hahaha! Didn’t you say you’d come every week? Why have so many weeks passed? Where have you been?"

  Moner, annoyed, replied, "Hey, shut up! It’s harder than it seems, and the situation is bad. I might quit."

  The merchant, feeling pity, said, "Kid, your situation is tough. Try again. Maybe luck will be on your side this time."

  Novamelle confidently said, "We know our situation, and of course, we’ll keep trying."

  The merchant laughed, "You two are stubborn. Alright, I'll buy these two rabbits for 2,000 silver coins."

  Moner objected, "This time, they are complete and alive. I won’t sell for less than 2,500."

  The merchant Nero agreed, "Alright, deal."

  In his heart, the merchant thought, ‘They’re actually worth a bit more.’

  Their journey continued for another two years.

  Moner, feeling hopeless, said, "I wish we could camp here."

  Novamelle replied, "Yeah, but we can’t. Everyone who camped here ended up dying from diseases. Even with the highest precautions, it’s strange. But with occasional visits, nothing will happen."

  During these two years, they caught three raging foxes with ivory teeth and sold them for a good price. However, as time passed without finding more strange animals, their passion started to fade.

  As they reached the age of fifteen, they began thinking of other ways to make money.

  Novamelle said, "Let’s take a break this week and not think about it."

  Moner, relieved, said, "Alright, maybe we’ll find something better."

  When they went to the central park, they met John and Seifor.

  Seifor, looking proud, said, "Guys, I turned seventeen, and now I’m eligible to apply to become a government soldier."

  Moner and Novamelle were amazed, "That’s awesome!"

  However, John looked worried because he had heard rumors about the entrance test.

  John told Seifor, "Please don’t apply! Most people fail the test because they’re too weak."

  The twins showed expressions of shock.

  Moner said, "And if he fails, what’s the problem? He can try again if he wants to. Don’t let failure stop you, Seifor."

  Seifor replied, "No, Moner, it’s not like that. Failing the government test means death. More than 90% of people fail."

  "But that means only the elite succeed," he added.

  John pleaded, "Please don’t do it! You might die during the test. My father told me it’s extremely difficult. You’ll be in a life-or-death situation to become a real soldier. Don’t do it!"

  Seifor replied, "Don’t interfere! I know I’m strong. Maybe you see yourself as weak, but I have no doubt I’ll succeed. I’ve been training too, just like Moner and Novamelle. Do you think I’ll let you surpass me?"

  Moner smirked, "Is that a challenge? Fine, you’re my rival. When I reach your age, I’ll apply to become a soldier too. And who knows, maybe I’ll become the king?"

  John turned to Moner, "Please don’t apply, even if you’re strong. A 90% failure rate is too dangerous, right, Moner?"

  "Why don’t you go search for strange jewels instead?"

  All three of them responded in surprise, "What? Strange Jewels?"