From a corner of the counter, a burst of light music and soft chanting wafted out, adding a touch of discordant art to this noisy bar...... In a corner of the counter was an oak barrel where a young bard sat with a lyre in his arms, intoxicated by his music, and beside him was a foot-tall tumbler containing the finest sparkling ale.

"Is there anyone willing to do a big business, my master is going to the capital, and he wants to find a group of bodyguards, who is interested?" Taylor. Brower shouted in some surprise, but he calmed down the noise.

"Come here." There was a loud shout from below: "Come here and talk." ”

Someone next to him immediately added: "If the young lady is replaced, the conversation will be better." Laughter erupted all around.

Hathaway was wearing an ordinary skirt today, and if it was a wizard's outfit, those ordinary mercenaries would not dare to be so presumptuous...... However, while Hathaway enjoys the privileges that can be enjoyed by magicians in certain sessions, in normal times, she prefers to wear something normal, at least like a girl, to make up for some of her regrets.

"Presumptuous!"

Taylor. As soon as Brower became serious, he naturally had a sense of not being angry, and the laughter gradually stopped.

"If your Excellency is willing to accept this job, we can find another place to have a good chat, my master is very generous, and his remuneration will surely make your heart move." The manager didn't bother to squeeze into the crowd.

"If you don't want to come down, then forget it. I'm not interested in people who look down on us. The thick voice said again.

"Yes, those lords always treat us as slaves at will, as their bodyguards, the most boring, even if the remuneration is relatively high, they are not interested." The other said at the bottom.

Prime Minister Concierge Six Rank Officer, although the Bell family is nothing more than a viscount's mansion, but as a housekeeper, Taylor. Blair is indeed entitled to despise these lower-level mercenaries. He glanced contemptuously at the rude mercenaries and prepared to take Hathaway out of here. Going to the Mercenary Hall may cost you more commission. But the quality of the mercenaries is definitely better than these people.

Right here, a short middle-aged man suddenly walked down from the upper floor, and saw that this middle-aged man had messy yellow-brown hair and a messy chin on his chin. He wears a leather jacket full of wrinkles. It's a pity for the texture of that leather coat. He wears a pair of loose breeches on the lower half of his body. The trousers are tucked into the boots, and the boots are quite precious, but unfortunately the owner does not care for them. It looks shabby and dirty.

"Did you say that your master needs a group of bodyguards?" The middle-aged man glanced at Hathaway, who was following next to him, and said to Taylor. Brower asked. Several more mercenaries came down and stood behind him.

"Yes, are you interested?" Taylor. Blair asked.

"Which family?" The middle-aged man asked.

"Miss Bell is going to the capital, and she needs some bodyguards to protect her." Hathaway. Brower replied.

The middle-aged man was obviously searching for information about the Bell family in his head, and did not answer Taylor for a while. Brower, is he going to take the job?

Taylor. Brower didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, but Hathaway noticed that when the middle-aged man came down from the stairs, the people next to him suddenly stopped talking.

The rude man who was standing next to the counter and spoke before turned his body and didn't look to this side, but when he turned around, his eyes showed a look of disgust, and the face of the other little mercenary who had just helped became indifferent. Others either bowed their heads and drank, or had a look of contempt and disgust in their eyes.

"This gentleman, my men and I, would love to be of Miss Bell's service." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

If a person does something without even asking about the remuneration, then there are only two possibilities: one is that he does not care about the remuneration at all; The other is that he can get the most paid...... In the mercenary world, everyone knows what this means.

"How many men do you have?" Taylor. Brower asked.

"About two, one or twenty, and all of my men are one to a hundred." The middle-aged man said smugly.

For this self-aggrandizement, Taylor. Brower didn't take it to heart, anyway, when every mercenary introduced himself, most of them would claim that they were superb in martial arts and superior strength, and there were not many of them who could really show their hands.

"Mr. Brower, I think I should have a good talk with the gentleman below." Hathaway interjected next to her. Since she felt that the other party was unreliable, she naturally would not choose such an unreliable bodyguard. Although she knew that something was going to happen, maybe it wasn't something that the mercenaries could stop. But more people mean that the other party has more scruples, the benefits always outweigh the disadvantages, and the commission is the cheap dad's pocket.

Although Taylor. Blair didn't understand what Hathaway meant, but he didn't want to disobey Hathaway...... In fact, he couldn't disobey either.

Taylor. Brower was about to go down to find the rude mercenary, but the middle-aged man said with a smile on his face, "Please wait a minute." Sir, if you feel that you are short on manpower, I can find some more, and if there are more than fifty people, it should be enough to deal with any danger along the way. Even if the bandits show up, we can keep Miss Bell safe. ”

Taylor. Brauer didn't dare to make a claim, he looked sideways at Hathaway.

At this time, everyone saw that Hathaway was not following to see the excitement, and among the two, she turned out to be a person who could call the shots...... Not only did the short man feel extremely strange, but even the people next to him were a little puzzled.

In fact, Hathaway's appearance in such a place was originally unexpected by everyone. Although she did not deliberately decorate her clothes, the clothes she used were very expensive, and ordinary people could not afford them, and although the decorations on her body were simple, they also showed that she was a noble lady with status...... There are a lot of people like her in Vermont, and they are sometimes accompanied by people to see places that are more exciting for them, but rarely express their opinions on what decisions are made.

"Hey! Are you playing with us as monkeys? A burly mercenary stepped forward, glaring to scare Hathaway.

"You misunderstood, but I don't need to explain!" Hathaway's eyes flashed, and with a wave of his hand, the mercenary turned into a rolling gourd with a thud as if he had been hit by something in the air, and he lay there and couldn't get up.

"Mr. Brower, I think we can go and ask the gentleman at the counter, maybe he is willing to serve us, as for this gentleman......"

Hathaway turned her head to the short, middle-aged man, "I think it's better not to bother this gentleman." ”

Although Taylor. Brower hadn't noticed the attitude of the people around him towards the short mercenaries just now, but he knew that Hathaway must have discovered something, not to mention that he had heard that some mercenaries often committed robbery. If something happens, Hathaway will probably think that it is something that someone has done on purpose.

Hathaway has her own judgment, in terms of strength, the short middle-aged man is about the same as the rude mercenary next to the counter, although the guy looks a little rude, but his expression is very pleasing to the eye, and judging from the reactions of some of the people next to him to him, such as some looks, demeanor, etc., it should still be reliable.

The short man didn't know what he would be rejected for, but he had been in this business for so long, and he had always believed in the principle of being careful. Although he knew that Lu Dao was a huge piece of fat in front of him, he didn't plan to do it casually until he figured out the whole thing. What's more, this is Vermont City, and it's not enough for a deserted town.

Once their actions are revealed, they will be hunted down in a comprehensive manner, let alone resist, and even the chance of escape will be slim. So he ordered the companion to be lifted up, and he stepped aside, indicating his withdrawal.

The people who had been sitting at the bottom to watch the excitement were now in the mood, and they turned around and looked at the top of the steps, apparently wanting to see how things would end. Even the rude-speaking mercenary focused his attention on Hathaway...... But they were all wrong, and the short man retreated to the side, not clashing with Hathaway.

Hathaway didn't let Taylor this time. Brower stepped out of the horse and went to the counter in person and found the rude-looking mercenary.

"Interesting, you used magic just now, and if you can use magic so skillfully, your strength must be good."

The mercenary looked at Taylor again. Brower: "This old gentleman is also quite skilled, I don't see the need for you to invite mercenaries as bodyguards, I think even if there are some blind guys on the road, it will not be enough for you to send away." ”

"I don't want to cause strife, it's not my intention to hurt people, a group of mercenaries can save our convoy a lot of trouble." Hathaway replied that she wouldn't use these people as cannon fodder, but she also believed that those who had plans against her would likewise not expose their plots in front of many people.

"Treat us as exorcisms?" The mercenary said contemptuously, clearly not interested in playing the role.

"No, we do need a group of bodyguards, people's energy is limited, there is always a time to rest, and there is also a place that we can't take care of." Hathaway said sincerely, "We can talk about it in detail." ”

"Forget it, I don't need it, tell me when you leave, before that, I'll get there, the Bell family in Vermont City is very famous, I should be able to find it." The rude mercenary said as he sipped his wine.

"Don't you want to hear how much my master will pay you?" Taylor. Brower asked.

"I was going to go to the capital, and I didn't care about the reward." The rude mercenary said indifferently.

Taylor. Brower looked at Hathaway, saw that she nodded slightly, and stepped forward to explain some details to the mercenary, and Hathaway had already walked out of the bar. (To be continued......)