Kester now has no support from the Wing royal family, and the only thing he can rely on to grow to the point where he can take revenge is the three major professional associations and the mercenary union, oh no, and gray forces like the Dark Hand. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Then what about the enrollment standards of the top of the dragon?" Kester, who had made up his mind to give it a try, asked the mercenary union registrar.

"Well, I don't know... I heard that the requirements vary from year to year..."Looking at the huge team behind Kester, the staff member pleaded in a very embarrassed tone, "Little brother, look at the team behind this..."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm interrupting your work..."Kester suddenly realized that he seemed to be stuck in a team with a lot of people. Looking at the mercenaries behind him, Kester apologized and left the registry.

After squeezing out the crowd with all his might, Kester had time to carefully observe the mercenary certificate he had just obtained, and the red glass medallion was dotted with small amethysts, and between the various amethysts, the faint magic pattern pathways were linked together in a unique way.

"It seems that the mercenary union's long history of tens of thousands of years of golden guns really has its reason, just such a newcomer mercenary certificate that has just arrived is worth more than a dozen silver coins, and you can save money in the mercenary union, and it has the role of identification..."

"Hey, forget it, no matter how complicated the history of the Mercenary Guild is, it's not as important to me as filling my stomach..."Hearing the "grunt" sound from his stomach, Kester sighed helplessly, "Let's go to the mission hall to pick up a mercenary mission first, and then buy some food." On his shoulders, the white feathers and silver wings were also hungry and listless.

The mission hall is not difficult to find, although the building of the mercenary union has a long history, the basic layout is very reasonable, in the center of the union, in a dome lobby, thousands of mercenaries are gathering.

Walking in the bustling task hall, Kester was also a little difficult: "There are no notices in the mission hall here, and I can't tell where there is a mission I can take..."

"Attention friends! Hunt the fire dragon! B-level mission, our mercenary group lacks a high-level magician, do you have any friends who are willing to join! A heavy soldier clad in a steel can shouted in a nearby corner with a loud voice.

"I'm a fifth-order magician, an E-level mercenary, can you accept it?" Kester was about to try his luck when a woman in white got ahead of him.

"I'm sorry, we're only accepting high-level magicians..."The voice of the heavy warrior who was wearing armor and only showed a pair of eyes looked a little urned.

"People are girls, so don't you be accommodating?" The woman in white smiled awkwardly.

"Life is more important than one more burden!" Seeing that the other party was not leaving, the words of the heavy warrior became ruthless.

"You..." Looking at the steel can in front of her, the woman in white was not really angry with the mercenary union, so she had to turn around and walk towards the notice board next to her.

"It seems that although many of these mercenaries are as unreliable as Lofa, they are very attentive when they are doing business..." At least if it was him, I am afraid that he would not be able to bear to refuse the intention of the woman in white to join the team so simply.

Shaking his head, Kester walked in the other direction, and another voice caught his attention again.

"Attention, everyone! Wipe out the demon wolves that are killing caravans in the northwest! Are there any paladins willing to go along? The master of the voice was clad in fiery red armor, and the years had left shallow wrinkles on his resolute face.

Kester was originally just a samurai, but after obtaining the ability of divine magic from Ike, he has gradually merged the ability of divine magic and fighting spirit. Strictly speaking, he is already a standard paladin at this moment. But at this moment, it is not the content of the task that attracts him, but the person who shouts. Kester strode up, "Uncle Joey? What a coincidence, do you have a mercenary assignment as well? ”

"Yo, little brother, are you?" Seeing Kester, who had just met in front of him, Joey also looked a little surprised, "My cousin gets married next month, and I'm in a hurry to take advantage of the next three days of vacation to come out and earn some extra money, are your formalities completed?" ”

Kester nodded: "Uncle's blessing, it's done, I'm not looking for a task to take it." By the way, I'm a paladin, uncle, if you lack people, don't you count me as one? It won't hold you back! ”

"This is the C-level mercenary mission release area, you just registered, and you can't take it." Joey waved his hand and rejected Kester, and then he looked at Kester a little strangely, "Why did you come this way?" The G-class mission area has been cleared? ”

Kester's rejection was expected, but the latter question made Kester smile embarrassedly: "Ah... Belch... Actually, I don't know where I'm going to find a G-class mission..."

Joey smiled heartily and pointed into the distance: "I'm also confused, I almost forgot that you are a rookie, did you see the pillar over there?" ”

"Huh? The innermost gray pillar? Kester looked in the direction Joey was pointing.

"That's right, that's the mission point of the G-class mercenaries." Joey nodded.

"But why are there so few people..."

"It's because the pay is low, but the task over there should be easy to do. Go boy, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step! Joey patted Kester on the shoulder.

After being photographed, Kester turned around and waved his hand to Joey, who encouraged him, and strode over: "Forget it, whatever, the pay is low, it's better than starvation, this silver coin is not enough for me and White Feather Silver Wing to eat for a day." "The mercenary certification just now cost Kester a silver coin, and now Kester only has the last silver coin left in his hand, in order to make a living, he has to do it no matter how low the remuneration is.

A stick of incense has passed.

"Oh my God! It's all! Kester clenched his head.

"Another baby who was scared silly by the G-class mission." A passing mercenary glanced back at Kester sympathetically, sighed, and hurried out of the hall.