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Casper obtained the A-level strength certificate from his respectful beard, but the reception hall of the mercenary guild seemed a little quiet.

A group of mercenaries gathered around the gate and the window, secretly watching the scene outside.

"What's going on?"

He looked at the attendant beside him and asked with some surprise.

"It's Master Quentin Grote, the men with the Knights of Stormwind and the Mage Tower blocking the door."

Quentin Grote was Casper's uncle, the kind old priest.

Casper, who knew his uncle's temper, frowned, he gave up enlisting in the Knights and chose to become a mercenary, and he had a disagreement with his uncle on this matter, is this time to make him change his mind?

No way, there must be other reasons.

Casper raised his head slightly, and walked towards the gate, and the attendants immediately followed.

"It's Casper."

"Let's get into trouble, don't make trouble."

"Tsk, I'd like to see how he gets out."

The mercenaries sensed Casper approaching and knew about his usual domineering behavior, so they smashed their mouths and got out of the way.

"It's your uncle out there, Casper, taking you home, hey."

The tower-like man leaning against the gate opened his eyes, a head taller than Caspar, with a contemptuous expression.

Casper is not the only strong man in the Mercenary Guild, and the strong man in front of him, Luke Wycliffe, is also a well-known A-class powerhouse. He wasn't afraid of Casper.

"Any more will kill you."

Casper's voice contained murderous intent, and he pushed open the door to the mercenary union.

The light was a little harsh, and the mercenaries who were close took a few steps back.

"Hmph, this kind of temper, sooner or later he will be chewed by monsters."

Luke Wycliffe smiled as if he hadn't heard, and as soon as he found a table to sit down, several mercenaries immediately surrounded him.

"Want to hear a story?" He squinted at the people who came over, "The old rule, you know, is ten and a half silver coins per person. ”

"Of course, I'll have to pay for it myself."

The rough hands felt for ten blackened silver coins from the bag, and the sound of the coins clashing echoed on the wooden table, and the mercenaries couldn't help but swallow.

"I said, Luke Wycliffe, we don't make that much money."

"Let's just tell you guys, what does Master Quentin's presence have to do with Casper?"

One of the mercenaries narrowed his eyes and followed the silver coin in Luke Wycliffe's hand, and his statement won everyone's approval.

"Crowdfunding?"

"I'll put one first."

Recovering the nine black silver coins on the table, the strong man of the tower smiled innocently.

"Cheaper, five silver coins and a good ale."

"I make ale."

At some point, the beard stepped out from behind the wooden table, and the foaming glass slammed on the table.

The rest of the mercenaries touched the stubble on their chins and looked at each other. After a long time, someone threw a few copper coins on the table one after another, and after a little calculation, half a silver coin was available.

"Casper is a superfluous fellow, and I hope he doesn't spoil Mistress Quentin's good deeds."

"As you heard just now, Master Quentin came to find the young man and the girl."

After saying this, a mercenary immediately said: "They don't talk loudly, and with our strength, we can't hear the content of the exchange clearly, don't sell it." ”

There was a commotion, and the mercenaries were in a hurry, but it was useless.

"Looks like you'd like to hear about the identity of the young man and girl?"

Luke Wycliffe collected the copper coin and took a sip of the mellow ale. Looking at his slow appearance, the people around him were a little anxious.

"Then a few more copper coins."

He looked around with a relaxed expression.

・・・

"Master Quentin."

Casper ignored Leitch and Leo and the others in front of him, and saluted the old priest.

Although he is a mercenary, he has done an impeccable job in the etiquette of the nobility, and the old priest nodded.

"I have something important to discuss with this gentleman, and I will send someone to send you back."

The two knights were immediately out of line, and a fine horse was led to Caspar.

The smell of expulsion in the old priest's words was too obvious, and Casper looked at the good horse, and turned his head to notice that the "sir" that the old priest spoke of was the young man with the little girl.

It couldn't be, he frowned.

Quentin Grout is both a nobleman of Stormwind and the person in charge of the Luna Cult's placement here, and he can use as much power as the Lord of Stormwind.

The young man in front of him didn't have any magic fluctuations, and the girl next to him was just an ordinary person with weak magic power, how could he get Quentin Grote's attention and be called Mr.?

He believed that Quentin was not someone to be fooled easily, but he was more certain that Leo was just a weakling.

The bearded attitude, as well as his own judgment, emphasized the fact that the young man in front of him was not qualified to stand here to negotiate with Quentin, or even to drive himself away.

Quentin is a man of his word, but he wants to prove it to Quentin.

"Master Quentin, I have something to say."

Casper took a deep breath and puffed up his chest. Holding the A-rank credential that symbolizes strength in his right hand, he trusts his own judgment.

The old priest was surprised, raised his eyebrows, and gave Caspar room to speak.

"I'm already an A-rank mercenary, and if you need help, I'll be happy to help."

Needless to say, Casper's words were aimed at Leo.

He's not even an A-rank mercenary, so how can He De accept Quentin's commission?

No matter how he can, then he can definitely do better.

The A-level strength certificate in Casper's hand immediately appeared, including the three white-robed people, and the knights and mages all looked a little surprised. A young A-class mercenary like Casper is also rare in the Astaire Imperial Capital. Strength is a kind of proof, youth is a kind of capital, if there is no admiration in the heart, it is impossible.

In an instant, Leo, who was usually unremarkable and even a little neurotic, looked a little small in front of Casper.

Maybe it's a good idea.

The mages and knights looked at the old priest with hopeful eyes, Casper had been active in the mercenary guild for some time, and the gains and fame he had achieved in the monster quest were obvious to all the warriors of Stormwind. Born in the aristocracy, the strong mercenary proves that he is superior to Leo in terms of experience, credibility, and strength.

The old priest was silent, just looking at Casper with a calm gaze, the meaning of which was self-evident.

As Casper's uncle, he had no objection to the nephew becoming a mercenary. Instead, he hoped that Casper would be able to go through more trials and tribulations, rather than rest on his laurels as a noble knight.

At the moment, it seems that it is still not enough to sharpen.

At a young age, Casper knew some of the old priest's habits, and his calm gaze actually contained a sternness that irritated him.

The dark blue magic emanated from his body, and the power he released made the knights around him change color, and the horses took several steps back.

The messy-haired man Leech frowned, and he looked at Leo, his palms beginning to sweat.

I had to let my uncle see it with his own eyes, Casper's eyes froze.

The surging magic stirred up the smoke and dust around him, and the momentum gathered was like a roaring beast, and it pounced on Leo with its teeth and claws. (To be continued.) )