Mercenary Guild!

In the entire territory of 80,000 square kilometers in the southern wilderness of the Arthurian Kingdom, there are only two mercenary guilds, one of which is in Ignaz City, which is the largest and most prosperous city in the southern wilderness, with a population of more than 100,000.

The other is in the third largest city, yes, in the City of Plenty.

As for the second largest city without a terminal port, sorry, it is a military port and no commercial sector is allowed.

The Mercenary Guild is not as mysterious as Reynard imagined, in fact, it is more similar to a tavern, or a larger tavern, with the slight difference that it can receive quests here.

The city of Plenty is not prosperous, so the number of quests here is small, and fortunately there are very few regular mercenaries here.

"That mission, that, that, and that. Cliver pointed out several tasks one after another, and all of them were difficult tasks that required fighting, which attracted the attention of the surrounding mercenaries.

"It turned out to be Cliffor, what kind of madness is he doing?" "Whatever, if you can't finish it, I won't deduct your money." "I just think he's getting more and more abnormal, who's that kid behind him?"

Renard wanted to apply for his own mercenary status, but he was stopped by Cliffor: "What are you doing with that unjust money, I will help you with which task you want to take." ”

Renard was speechless: "Damn!

"Why not. Cliffor looked as a matter of course, and at the same time pointed to the side and said, "There are people there who make money from this." ”

Renard followed his gaze, and really saw a few ordinary adventurers chattering around a regular mercenary: "At most, sixteen copper plates, no more." ”

"No, I can't. The mercenary shook his head indifferently: "Twenty copper plates are the usual price, if you fail the mission, I will be responsible, if my mercenary level is reduced, who will compensate?"

The corners of Renard's eyes twitched slightly, and the tall and mysterious image of the mercenary instantly collapsed, turning into greed and market.

"Don't look, let's go. Cliffor said with a stab in the back.

Renard nodded, and went to the registration office with the other party, the staff looked polite, and smiled at the two of them: "Sir, the total reward for the task you take is thirty-two silver coins, and according to the regulations, you need to pay ten percent of the risk money." ”

Reynard had heard of this kind of thing for the first time.

Cliffor shrugged his shoulders indifferently, stabbed the stunned Renard and said, "What's the fuss, hurry up and pay for it." ”

Only then did Renard react, and reluctantly took out four silver coins from his cowhide bag and handed them over, muttering: "I just gave you four silver coins in the morning, and now I am being cheated again, I really should be a big eater." ”

Cliffor ignored his complaints, and even the eighty copper plates that the staff had changed were pocketed by him without hesitation.

The old drunkard said: If you fail the mission, I will be downgraded as a mercenary, and this money is considered a risk money.

Although Renard complained verbally, he didn't take it to heart, after all, he ate and drank for nothing in the other party's house for half a month, and he should pay for some accommodation.

The two of them left the gate of the Mercenary Guild one after another, and Cliffor picked and chose among several tasks, and finally decided: "This is it, destroy the rats in the sewers." ”

Kill the rats in the sewers?, the corners of Renard's eyes twitched slightly: "Aren't you kidding, we are mercenaries." ”

"Am I kidding?" Cliffor asked, turning back and seriously, "What's wrong with the mercenaries?"

"Huh!" Renard was dumbfounded by the other party's question.

Cliffor laughed to himself: "I thought mercenary was a very noble profession back then, but later I learned that the duty of a mercenary is to complete the task, no matter what the task requires. ”

After saying that, his expression suddenly became playful: "Do you really think we are going to catch rats in the sewers?"

Renard raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing an inquiring expression.

Clifford didn't explain, and handed over the parchment that recorded the task, only to see that it read: Clean up the hyenas entrenched in the sewers of the city of plenty, three stars for the difficulty of the mission, and six silver coins for the reward.

"Ding! A trigger quest to clean up the hyenas entrenched in the sewers of the City of Plenty, rewarding ten dinars and two potentials. ”

Although Renard didn't know how difficult the three-star mission was, he had heard of the name of the hyena, and judging from the rewards given by the system, the number of hyenas entrenched there was probably a lot.

His face instantly became ugly, and he asked in a harsh tone, "Do you people in the city call hyenas rats?"

Hyenas are the more common monsters in the Ambrizette Mountains, but the fact that they are common does not mean that they are weak, on the contrary, they are strong, roughly equivalent to the beginner and intermediate warriors of humans.

On his own, Renard felt that he had only a 60% chance of winning against the hyena, and the most frustrating thing was that the hyenas were social creatures.

Cleaver seemed to see his retreat, and said sarcastically: "Why, are you even afraid of the rats in the sewers, and you have forgotten all the swordsmanship you usually learned?"

As he spoke, he patted his sword: "And I didn't let you act alone, isn't there still a master like me." ”

Renard couldn't help but secretly think to himself: What should you do if you drop the chain at a critical moment, I don't want to pin my life on the drunkard.

However, as a small follower and half an apprentice, he only had to obey orders, and even if he was unwilling, he was finally pulled to the mission location.

As a mentor, Cleaver naturally wouldn't let him recklessly hunt the hyena, and began to explain in detail: "Hionse are nocturnal monsters, so their vision has deteriorated to a very bad point.

"But there are gains and losses, their hearing is extremely sensitive, when you face them, you must be prepared to kill with one blow, as long as the action is light and fast enough, even if their strength is much higher, they are still only slaughtered. ”

"Also, don't judge the strength of hyenas by their size, their strength is only shown in their teeth and claws, the sharper the teeth and the longer the claws, the more terrifying the strength. ”

Cliffor elaborated on almost everything to be aware of, and then gradually extended in other directions: "In the same way, many monsters can't measure their strength by their size. ”

He made an analogy: "For example, flying dragons, low-level adventurers always think that flying dragons have a dragon in their name, and they are big and able to fly, so they take it for granted that they are powerful. ”

Colliver picked up the flask and took a sip of wine, and continued: "This is not the case, in fact, their strength is only equivalent to that of high-level martial artists of human beings, and even slightly inferior to high-level martial artists......

Renard listened attentively, and he always had endless knowledge from the other person's narrative.