Early the next morning, Renard hastily packed his bags, watched the messenger take the letter away, looked in the direction of the lord's mansion, and then left in a daze.

He didn't say hello to Cliffor because he hated parting.

The mercenary guild is still the same, but the mercenaries who take on the task have changed one after another.

Renard was not short of money now, so he applied for mercenary status, he stroked the badge in his hand, turned and walked towards the staff behind the counter.

Because he had been with Cleaver in the Mercenary Guild for a long time, the staff had already known him, and the other party greeted him affectionately: "Hello, Mr. Renard." ”

Renard smiled and nodded, as a return salute, and then said: "Hello, I have to take on an escort mission to the port of no end, if not, find a way to the caravan there." ”

The staff motioned for him to go to the lounge next to him to rest first: "Please wait for a while, I'll check it out immediately." ”

Renard nodded, thanked him, and walked straight into the break room.

The lounge is a resting place for employers, and of course mercenaries are not forbidden to rest.

The furnishings are simple and tidy, and the furniture is very comfortable enough to wait comfortably.

Mercenaries are free people, they can eat wherever they are, very few mercenaries will stay somewhere and die of old age, and there are no restrictions on applying to become mercenaries, as long as they are not afraid of death, and pay the starting fee, of course, the most important thing is the latter.

As a result, people come from all over the world and encompass all levels of society.

A destitute aristocrat, a ranger who squandered his wealth, a wealthy businessman, a poet who sleeps in the open, or a famous courtesan.

The world is like this, everyone is traveling, and they may encounter emergencies that threaten their lives and property safety anytime and anywhere, so hiring a few mercenaries to protect their own safety is a priority for many people.

Renard casually glanced at the people in the lounge, there were a few noble squires, a few people dressed as merchants, and most of them were sloppy mercenaries like him.

"Have you heard, a few days ago there were a lot of mercenaries who broke in the mountains. "I've known for a long time, and I've heard of several High Demons being killed. "Really? That's amazing!"

The topic of the mercenaries has always revolved around the demon tide that has just passed, and the tone of their voices varies, including remembrance, disdain, panic, jealousy, and worship......

Renard couldn't help but shake his head, not taking these discussions to heart.

A few minutes later, the staff member entered the lounge area with a few forms, and he came to Renard's side and said apologetically, "Sorry, Mr. Renard, I didn't find a mission to Endless Harbor. ”

Renard sighed when he heard this, and said with a wry smile: "It's okay. ”

He was just about to get up and leave, but was stopped by the other party: "I haven't finished speaking, there is a caravan going to the east today, although their destination is not the endless port, but it is going in that direction." ”

Renard groaned for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, please sign me up." ”

After saying that, he stood up and looked in the direction of the barren land, his heart full of mixed feelings.

I don't know when I'll come back, or maybe I'll never come back, because he doesn't belong here, or even this world.

The staff quickly took care of the formalities, and Renard went straight to the caravan's designated location for a round.

At noon, the sun was shining, the breeze was blowing, and on the narrow loess road, a large caravan was slowly trudging.

From time to time, the steward of the caravan spoke to remind the tired mercenaries: "Everyone, pay attention, there is a place where the bandits gather in front, and everyone cheers up." ”

His high-pitched voice was extremely abrupt in the wilderness, and immediately caused a commotion in the ranks, and the mercenaries barely bothered to pull themselves together and draw their weapons to guard against a possible sneak attack.

Renard, who had been drowsy on his horse, immediately raised his head when he heard the sound, holding his sword in his right hand and looking around.

In front of the road is a river that is not wide, the current is not turbulent, and the water level is very low, estimated to be less than 10 centimeters deep.

The shallows connect the two sides of the river, and horse-drawn carriages can easily pass through it, and the babbling stream nourishes the trees and jungles on both sides, making it even more lush.

Of course, while the river nourishes the land and shrubs, it also nourishes the rampant thieves and the wild beasts of the woods, and provides them with a natural haven.

Beasts are not worth caring about, but bandits are different.

Those people are criminals who have been exiled to the Great Southern Wilderness from all over the world, or mercenaries who can't get along with it, and they are proficient in all kinds of methods of robbing homes and houses, and they will always cause unimaginable trouble.

Renard rode his horse and followed at the rear of the caravan, expecting a vigorous battle.

I'm afraid he was the only one in the caravan who would think so, after all, his quest bar clearly showed ten bandit heads rewarding two potential points.

However, Renard's idea did not come true after all, perhaps because the bandits overslept on it, or because the number and strength of the caravan discouraged the other party, in short, he failed to obtain these two attributes.

Looking at the mountains in the distance, the town hidden inside is already looming.

Stonemason Town is a very deserted town, and the origin of its name is no longer clear.

Maybe it's because of the abundance of stonemasons here, or maybe the lord here was a stonemason before he made his fortune.

Because it is so remote, the population of the town is small, and it is even smaller than Fort Saint-Brieuh, and even the main road of the town is not very crowded.

There were no soldier training grounds, no guard quarters, not even window guards, only the old castle in the center of the town still showed a little bit of the majesty of the lord.

However, even the castle is not as magnificent as the castle of Baron Hamilton, and from a distance it looks more like a small two-storey building made of stone, and if you don't look closely, you might even mistake it for a bunker.

After chatting with fellow mercenaries, it was learned that Stonemason Town was a fief of the Owen family, and the current lord was named Van Owen.

The Owen family has lived here for two generations, and was rewarded on the whim of the previous king.

The two lords had more or less ability, and in a few decades they turned this barren, backward, desolate, and chaotic land into a small town with a population of 1,800.

Although the town of Stonemasons was nominally subordinate to the kingdom, most of the nobles in this fragmented Western country had no desire to be loyal to the king, and had little contact with them other than to pay a full tax each year.

A small rural aristocrat like the Owen family, who lived in a poor country and didn't even have a backstage in the court, estimated that no one would even collect the taxes.

After all, from the royal capital, the cost is even several times higher than the tax.