Chapter 76 75. Mercenary Team
Early in the morning, a mage tower carriage drove into the manor.
Michael came to visit Annan and extended an invitation to him: "There is an interesting commission in the mercenary hall, and I would like to invite you to join."
"At this time?"
Annan, who has just experienced the conspiracy, now doubts everything he encounters.
"Don't you want to promote your reputation? What's more suitable than a mercenary hall?" Michael said eagerly, "A professional's mouth is as loose as a girl's clothes."
Michael Ke'er is vulgar and doesn't look like a mage at all.
Of course, the mage will not allow an ugly scar on his forehead that only warriors are proud of.
“What commission?”
“A Stephen dwarf giant somehow ran to the outskirts of Breeze City, ravaged a field and destroyed the farm, and then ran into the woods. But it’s valuable. It’s not the bounty, it’s the fact that Stephen the Dwarf likes to collect spellbooks.”
"I have a special source of information: Andrew Luna, who wishes to remain anonymous, said that this Stephen dwarf has a spell book on him."
"Are we the only ones?"
"Also There are my team members. They will also become one of your mercenaries, and they are as reliable as me."
Annan agreed to the invitation. The horror of last night had not frightened him, and there was no way he could remain huddled in the manor waiting for the day when his identity would be revealed.
Being known to more people is the common goal of him and Augusta Olmedo.
But before setting off, Annan also wanted to ask Della what she thought: "Are you coming with me?"
"I will go where you go."
No man can resist a The loyalty of the elves - even if Della obeys the wine lady.
Telling the head maid that she would leave for a while, Annan took a small bag of gold coins and Della got into the carriage and headed to the mercenary hall.
But when he was about to go out, he was unexpectedly stopped by a servant waiting at the gate of the manor.
"Lord Olmedo asked me to remind you here." The servant explained his purpose, "Please be careful of their attacks after leaving the manor."
"Which Olmedo?"
" Master."
"I will pay attention."
Annan returned to the carriage.
The carriage moved on, and Michael said nothing about it. It would not be too troublesome for an epic spellcaster to get past the carriage's protection and eavesdrop on their exchange. He turned to talk about daily life: "The Mage Tower has been spreading stories about you recently."
"What did they say?"
"I was very concerned at first, but then I waited when I found out you were a warlock. It’s a joke.”
It fits Annan’s stereotype of mages.
The Mage Tower carriage drove through the long street and when it was approaching the mercenary hall, Michael said: "If you are worried about accidents, you can also hire a team of elite guards."
"How much?"
Michael estimated the price, and Annan refused directly - the price of hiring an elite five-man team was actually several times that of the Blue Dragon.
But Michael thinks that the price is quite affordable. This is for the sake of the King of the North. It will only be more expensive for ordinary nobles and rich people.
“Why is a team of elite professionals so expensive? Aren’t master professionals only worth 3 gold per day?”
“Where did you see that?”
"I heard it in Andrew Luna's tavern."
Michael had to correct Annan's misconception: "A master professional costs at least several hundred gold coins per mission. If calculated on a daily basis, according to What needs to be done will not be less than 50 gold coins per day. ""What if it is a spell caster?"
"100 gold coins per day, and all magic materials must be provided during the period."< br>
Annan recalled that he had actually wanted to hire the blue dragon for 6 gold coins, and remained silent.
Find an opportunity to compensate the blue dragon more. It seems to like those gems...
As we approach the mercenary hall, the hustle and bustle on the street is like a market.
Michael took Annan to a tavern not far from the mercenary hall, where his team members were waiting. "This is what I told you, the young King of the North, Annan Reeves."
The voice deliberately made to be heard in the entire tavern unsurprisingly attracted everyone's attention .
Ignoring them, Michael introduced his team members to Annan: "Kadarina."
A brave and fierce female warrior nodded. Michael, who had a scar on his forehead, looked like a young child in front of her. She was blind in one eye, missing an ear, and half of her teeth were missing. She had three fingers on her left hand and two fingers on her right hand. Every inch of her skin was covered with horrific and ugly scars, like a crude human form carved by a skilled sculptor.
Michael said: "She is the most heroic berserker, even if the green skin sees her, he will be like a fart and wet his pants."
Annan believed part of it: what he saw in front of him Even if a woman wears shorts and a bra that can't block any weapons or eyes, she won't get a single glance in this tavern. All the eyes looking around will skip her.
I don’t believe the part about “green skins make people wet their pants” – the “Warlock’s Notes” says that green skins are plants and have no gender, so they should also have no excretory organs.
"Francois."
A young man dressed as a noble, with a feminine and handsome appearance, held Annan's hand tightly with tears in his eyes: "I finally see you, the great King of the North."
Suddenly named" "Great" made Annan at a loss and looked at Michael.
"Shameless Baron, Annan doesn't like this."
"Of course...of course..." Francois let go of Annan with a smile, but his waist could no longer be straightened.
If it weren’t for Michael, Francois might still kiss Annan’s shoes.
Michael said that Francois was a baron, but he didn't have a good reputation. He liked women's clothing, and he was forbidden by his adoptive father when he was young. These ridiculous things - you can see it.
"Klein."
Then there was a burly silhouette wearing fully enclosed armor.
"Hello, King of the North."
A thick voice came out of the stainless steel mask, and Michael said that he never took off this armor.
Klein is a strong warrior. Even death will not bring him down - that much is obvious.
Annan can see that everyone in this team has unique skills. Even if it’s myself.
Isn’t it legendary that a low-level warlock from another world pretending to be the King of the North can summon a blue dragon using a low-level summoning spell?
Then it was Della’s turn to follow. They looked at the female elf at the same time.
"Elves, assassins."
"Okay, let's get down to business."
Michael released a soundproof spell so that people around him could no longer eavesdrop, and continued: "Stephen's dwarf giant challenge level is elite level, but we are fully equipped. It's not troublesome to solve it. But I also accepted a commission to clean up the rat infestation to help the team get along."
"It's just some wandering rat people. They usually do not carry plagues, are stronger than kobolds, and are weaker than lizardmen, which is just suitable for us to practice.”
(End of this chapter)