Vane's heart tightened, and he looked up. On the spiral staircase leading to the second floor, four teenagers, two men and two women, were walking down, and the brown ponytail girl in front of him was looking at him angrily.

"Elena", the name occupied his brain for a moment, and the figure of the girl in front of him and the girl with a bow and arrow in his heart gradually coincided.

"Hey, you nasty bastard! You still owe me ten pieces of silver. Elena walked up to her, clasped her hands on her chest, and said indignantly.

"Well, Elena, let's go get some medicine and food first, and then meet at the Raven and Golden Vines Inn. The short-haired girl next to her quickly disappeared with the other two.

"Hey, wait a minute, you guys, I'm ......" Elena blushed, ashamed and angry. She tilted her head slightly, fiddled with her hair, and asked, "Why are you two here?

"That's right, you're so clever, Miss Elena. Felder gave a standard "Felder smile."

"Ahem. Vane interrupted the foolish conversation between the two at the right time, he froze, organized his language and said, "Are you really a mercenary?

"Why don't you think we're going to be there, catching rabbits and roasting them?" said Elena, snorting. "However, I lied to you about that mission, and you two fools actually believed it. A smile appeared on her face, as if she was a little smug.

"You guys are really powerful, you have all joined the mercenary group at a young age. I'm really sorry for what happened last time, and we didn't mean to. Vane said sincerely.

"What do you mean by being so young, as if you are much older than me. Miss Ben doesn't bother with you anymore, and those ten silver coins are also nothing, so you don't need to give them to me. By the way, Wayne, was the rabbit you roasted with magic good last time?"

“......”

The teenagers were already of the same age, and conflicts came and went quickly, and it wasn't long before Elena and Waynefeld looked like old friends.

"Is this your new bounty job, and the reward is fifty silver coins?" Felder looked back and forth with the task list, the name and specific description of the mission at the top, and the task reward and the signature of the delegate below, stamped with the blue seal of the Obohar branch of the Mercenary Alliance. "This task is a bit strange, going to the valley to the west to collect some magic herbs, a very simple task has so much pay. ”

"It doesn't matter what you do, the more you get paid, the better. It's a simple task anyway. Elena said nonchalantly. "By the way, you two come with us, Vane can help us identify the magic herbs, and as for you, Felder, you can help us carry the package. Although you are not yet a member of our mercenary group, I will count you as a share of the reward after the completion of the mission, eight silver coins per person, and I will vouch for it as the head of the group. Well, you won't turn down this rare opportunity to cooperate with the Black Ghost Mercenary Group, right?"

Can Wayne and Felder refuse? Of course not! Whether it is the penniless predicament or the slightest throbbing in the young man's heart, they have become the "foreign aid" of this young mercenary group without hesitation.

Originally, Wayne's idea was to find a sturdy wooden stick for Felder as a "weapon" for this operation, and Felder also had experience in using wooden sticks, and according to the arrangement of the regiment commander Elena, Felder's main task on this trip to the valley was to "protect" everyone's package. Felder jumped up like a rabbit with his tail stepped on when he heard of the idea, shouting strange things like "knight's glory" and "Am I shameless?" Finally, at Felder's insistence, the three of them went to the largest weapons shop in Obojar to equip the half-would-be knight with a weapon, the cost of which was of course advanced from his payment.

Although the shop called Silver Flame claimed to be the largest weapons store in the city, it was actually not that big, and the hall on the first floor was already full with only seven or eight counters. There weren't many customers in the store, and most of them just looked at it and left. Vane was not interested in these savage weapons, and stood in the doorway with his staff in his hand, his eyes looking thoughtfully into the street, but occasionally peeking at Elena out of the corner of his eye.

Felder ignored the eyes of others, shuttling back and forth between several counters, asking the boss some questions from time to time, and grabbing a sword and gesturing it. The boss was a dark-skinned, muscular man of about fifty years old, who looked like a blacksmith wielding a hammer by the furnace all year round. At first, I was more patient and answered Felder's questions carefully, but no matter how Felder asked, the answers he got were "I don't know" and "I don't know". Just as the boss's patience was running out, Felder finally chose a weapon—a steel broadsword.

The sword is about four fingers wide, straight throughout, slightly narrower in the middle, slightly wider at the head and tail, and has a copper gauntlet above the hilt, reflecting a dazzling light as the blade is turned. Felder picked up his sword and danced, nodding in satisfaction.

"Twenty silver coins. The boss said with a blank face.

"What? This broken sword costs twenty silver coins?" Elena almost jumped. On second thought, it's not your own money anyway. After thinking about it, it seems that it is not so expensive.

"Well, Elena, please advance my payment for this mission. Felder scratched his head in embarrassment.

"That's nature, we've already agreed. Elena nodded.

"I also need you to advance Vane's payment, and I need to borrow some money from him. "Felder's head is lower.

"Well, I'll lend it to you, as long as Vane agrees. Elena said helplessly. Vane was heartbroken, and his eight silver coins were gone.

"Ahem, four silver coins are missing, Elena......" Felder squeezed out a smile.

“......”

In the end, Elena took out twenty silver coins and handed them to the boss, and the middle-aged man's face was a little soothed. He left the shop in the care of his apprentices, and led Vane and them to a tall house behind the shop, where they were ready to perform the final process—the opening of the blade.

The small house looks dilapidated and blackened by the fireworks all year round, and there is an iron furnace in the corner, in which only the faint light of the fire beats, and a chimney is attached to it, and there are several small windows on the walls on both sides for ventilation.

The old blacksmith took the broadsword and began to polish it on an inconspicuous stone. After many repeated processes, after about half an hour, the sword was finally opened.

Felder took the sword in his hand, and with a wave of the void, there seemed to be a buzzing sound of breaking the sky.

"Boy, I see that you like the sword so much, so I personally helped you polish this sword, hoping that you can treat it well. There is no good or evil in a weapon, but in the person who uses it. The old blacksmith's eyes were like torches.

In the end, under Felder's hard work, the boss gave him a scabbard for free and sent the poor ghosts away.