The sun shone brightly on Vane's eyes, and he sat up from the floor, feeling a headache and a sore feeling all over his body. A breeze blew in from the half-open window and made him feel a little more comfortable.

The rest of the room was gone. Vane picked up the staff next to him and stood up, stretched, and walked out.

"Vane!" heard Felder's loud voice as he walked out the door. Felder and the other four were leaning against the railing of the corridor on the second floor, as if waiting for him.

"How can you sleep so well at such a young age?" Felder said with a playful look on his face, learning what Vane often said to him. He shook the task list in his hand, and looked excited: "Today is a very important day, let's go, the target - the mercenary guild! Of course, go to Valen Manor first." ”

About two hours later, everyone walked the streets of Obohar with a task signed by Viscount Germain, and they were in a different mood. Elena and Ise chattered so much that they didn't have to listen to where they were planning to go shopping or eating. Felder began to talk about his great plans after receiving the honorarium, and Simpson listened with relish, and occasionally chimed in.

Vane didn't have that many ideas, he only had a wish to renovate his uncle's cabin, it had been more than ten years, and it was indeed a little dilapidated, but now it seemed that it was not necessary.

With a vision for the future, the teenagers also became brisk. About half an hour later, everyone arrived at the Mercenary Guild in Obohar, and the hall was as lively as ever, and several people walked straight to the spiral staircase leading to the second floor.

Second Floor, Mission Registration Office.

"Smack!" a gray burlap bag was tossed on the table, making a metallic crash.

Behind the table sat a shiny middle-aged man, his somewhat fat body leaning back in a chair, touching his carefully trimmed goatee, his gaze switching back and forth between the crowd and the burlap bag.

"I didn't expect you boys to really have some skills, this is a lot of money. Goatee looked at the bag of gold coins and swallowed unconsciously.

Felder took the money bag and began to count the gold coins, and replied without raising his head: "This is what we bought in exchange for our lives, and I think it is less." ”

The goatee's face flashed with displeasure, his eyes rolled, and he immediately smiled and said, "I forgot to say, you still have a fee to pay." This is the latest regulation of the Mercenary Guild Headquarters, and every time you complete a bounty task, you need to pay 5% of the commission for guild building. ”

"What? we've never heard of such a rule!" said Elena, with her hands on her hips, angrily.

Goatee tapped the table with his knuckles, looking impatient: "I said it, this is the new rule, you can leave after handing it over." ”

Felder took out five gold coins and slapped them on the table, leaning forward slightly, staring at the goatee: "If you have the ability, come and get it." ”

"You dare to threaten me?" said the goatee, not much, reaching for the nearest gold coin. Just as his hand was about to touch the gold coin, the sharp tip of the sword was already against it, and his fingers were almost on the blade.

The goatee's face was as pale as dirt, and the fat on his face crumbled. He has done a lot of similar things, and most of the other parties choose to compromise, after all, for them, this is related to the issue of eating, and some of them who are unwilling to compromise will let them go at most. And the young man in front of him actually used a sword in the mercenary guild, and almost stabbed himself.

Goatee knew he was wrong, and he stared at Felder viciously, "Well, I remember you, boy. Black Ghost Mercenary Regiment, from today onwards, you don't want to get a mission in Obojar!"

"Don't worry, we won't be coming again!" Felder thrust his sword into its scabbard, grabbed the gold coins and put them in the sack, and turned to walk towards the door.

"How can the Mercenary Guild have such a person!" Felder muttered as he walked, playing with the badge he had just received from the Mercenary Guild Archives, with which the mercenary badge could basically be unimpeded on the continent of Lafrey, and sometimes even more useful than the city lord's edict.

"Don't be angry, where there are interests, there will be strife and deception. Vane said with relief, but sighed secretly. If one day you have power, or if you have interests that do not belong to you, how will you choose?

"Anyway, we already have five full members of the Black Ghost Mercenary Regiment, shouldn't we celebrate?" Elena flicked her ponytail, her chin slightly raised, and a hint of pride in her eyes.

"That's right, I'm a little thirsty, this weather is just right for a good bottle of Sauersen......!

"Haha, of course ......" Elena and Ise looked at each other with a smile and said, "Honey and bees!"

Honey is probably the best condiment to a hot summer, even though the summer in Obojar is not that hot. On the first floor of the Honey and Bee Tavern, it was just after noon, and there weren't many people in the tavern. The Black Ghost team was sitting around a table, and Felder was talking something, making a few people laugh from time to time.

"I'll tell you another secret, although Vane is very powerful, there is a rudimentary magic that he can't always learn, do you know what it is?" Felder looked at Elena and the others with satisfaction. Vane clutched his forehead and ignored him.

"What the hell is it?" asked Elena.

"It's the primary magic, the summoning messenger, haven't you seen Venshi let it go? Felder seemed to think of something, and the smile intensified. "You don't know that once he summoned a little pig with wings without feathers. With that, Felder leaned back and smiled as he leaned back and smiled, and the others laughed as well.

"What's so funny?" a familiar voice said.

Following the prestige, Minister Rostri was coming through the door.

"Haha, little ones, if I hadn't prepared in advance, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to drink your afternoon tea. Rostri took off his magician's hat, leaned his staff against the edge of the table, and found a place to sit down.

"Ahem, Minister, we were about to inform you, but Vane couldn't turn into a flying messenger...... Hahaha!" several people laughed again.

Minister Rostry's face was dazed, not knowing what they were laughing at. He paused and asked, "Vane, you have enough money, where are you going to go after that?"

"I'm going to go to the Duchy of Lukan first, I've heard that it's the closest place to the Floating City. Vane replied after a moment's thought. "Although I am a little reluctant, I can understand if someone is unwilling to go, after all, this is my private matter. ”

"Vane, what are you talking about?" said Elena, a little angry. "We're a team, so we can't abandon our teammates!"

"That's right!" the others chimed in.

"Cheers to the Black Ghost!" Elena stood up, propped her left hand on the table, and raised her large beer glass.