Of all the people, Babich was the quickest to react, and without saying a word, he ran to his room on the second floor.

Giggs was also very alert, and when he saw Babich running, he immediately reacted and chased after him.

When the two of them hurried back to the hall with a bunch of storage bags in large bags, the old head of the regiment, Rodel, was touching his forehead and sighing: "My twelve gods, what kind of mercenary are you a magic blacksmith!

The-man girl Lena also showed a wistful expression: "Ah! the income of the magic blacksmith is enough for you to have enough food and clothing...... Anywhere on the continent, any kingdom will welcome you to settle down, live in a luxurious estate, and marry gentle, beautiful, and virtuous wives...... You just need to mint a few small things for the nobles every year, and you can even choose whether you want to work or not depending on your mood......"

Seeing that the more she spoke, the more exaggerated it became, Ian remembered Regin's reaction when he found out that he had forged with psychic power, and his situation along the way, and couldn't help but laugh: "It seems that I am not the kind of magic blacksmith you said......"

While they were talking, Babich and Giggs were already rushing over.

"Ian!" Babic shouted eagerly, "take a look at this, I have some rock badger scales here, as well as the bones of the mountain and the feathers of the demon bird, what can I make it for?"

"It's all rubbish!" Giggs squeezed forward, "Look at me, Ian! The feathers of the red-beaked birdman, the tentacles of the swamp catfish, and the wings of the wretch!"

The head of the regiment, Rodel, roared angrily: "You guys who are not big or small, I am the commander of the regiment, of course Ian has to help me ...... first"

Before he could finish speaking, he was drowned out by the voices of others.

Wen Na, a left-handed swordsman who is good at using giant shields, is tall and has slender legs, and at some point has already sat next to Ian. She removed her left leg from her right leg, and quickly rested her right leg on her left leg, and approached Ian affectionately, saying, "Ian, you see my sister and I are a weak woman, and I have to use a huge shield and a long sword to protect these unsuccessful fellows. I desperately need the Blacksmith to give me a better armor...... What do you think I can do with the cores of the Star Spirit Mine and the Sun Flame Beast?"

"Bah, Wenna, if you're a weak woman, then Maggie is a kitten!" Giggs cried out indignantly, ignoring the rolling of Maggie's eyes.

The mechanical warrior saluted Ian respectfully, "His Royal Highness Ian, whose name is Altor, has something to ask for. "This is the first time Ian knows his name. Alto raised the huge mechanical arm: "You see, the battle in the lower part is very dependent on this mechanical arm, and compared to the degree of dependence of others on equipment, it is obviously more urgent in the lower ......"

Achilles appeared at some point on the landing leading to the second floor. He said coldly to everyone, "Have you made enough trouble?" His voice was like a basin of cold water, instantly cooling the atmosphere of the hall. Taking advantage of everyone's quiet moment, he looked at Ian: "The old fox is looking for you." ”

Ian was stunned: "The president is looking for me?"

The study of Victor, the president of the Golden Tail Chamber of Commerce, is located on the top floor of the Chamber of Commerce, the third floor, on the south-facing side, and is connected to his bedroom and reception room. Ian knocked on the door and walked inside.

It was probably the most exquisite room he'd ever been in in his life.

This sophistication is also related to size. Victor's body shape, which determines the size of his room and the size of all the furniture items in it, is customized according to his body shape.

Ian felt as if he was a little giant, or had come to a children's room. All the furnishings and furnishings are shrunk by one size, but they are all in the taste of adults, understated and luxurious.

"Everything looks expensive. Ian thought to himself.

"Ian, sit down. Victor was sitting behind his small desk, looking at Ian with interest.

Ian sat down at his desk. This chair is the only normal-sized thing in this room, apparently for visitors.

"Black Iron rank mercenary, right?" Victor said.

"Yes, President. ”

"But you also have an identity, a magic blacksmith...... "Victor said meaningfully.

Not surprisingly, it must have been Babich or Giggs who bumped into him when he was going upstairs. Could it be that he also wants to forge his own equipment? Ian looked at Victor's delicate figure, and he really didn't have confidence.

He didn't answer immediately, knowing that Victor must have something to say, so he would come up to him.

"Don't get me wrong - I don't have any personal needs, I don't fight. I'm just curious—you know, curiosity keeps me moving," Victor stroked his beard, "The magic blacksmith can live comfortably in this day and age, at least safer, safer than a mercenary. Why did you choose to become a mercenary?"

Ian looked at Victor, who was looking at him with interest. So he replied, "That's a long story, President." ”

"I have time. A faint smile tugged at the corner of Victor's mouth.

"I didn't know what a magic blacksmith was before I started. Ian took a breath and tried to explain as concisely as possible, "I just wanted to survive, so I tried to make some metal farm tools, daily life tools for the villagers, and occasionally took orders for swords and weapons. After that, something happened and I had to leave the Empire - you should know that I was from the Empire, and I had no permanent residence after coming to the Federation, and I didn't have any relatives or friends to turn to except Sid and me, so he and I chose to earn travel expenses and make ends meet through the mercenary profession. ”

Ian paused for a moment, saw that Victor didn't mean to interrupt, and continued: "Sid has always dealt with swords, and most of my sword skills have been learned from him. Because I know how to use spiritual power, I try to use it to strengthen my abilities. After fighting some monsters, I found that the psionic fighting style was quite effective, so-"

"So you think you have enough strength to rely on the commission of the Mercenary Guild to earn living expenses and travel expenses?"

"Yes. And I'm guessing you already know that I have my own goals, which is why I'm joining Scars. ”

"Hmm. Victor replied perfunctorily and changed the subject, "I can recognize that your cloak is different from ordinary cloth, and it should also be the material of some kind of magical beast, right?"

"Yes, it's the material for the corpse carp. Ian replied truthfully.

"I see...... So what you mean is that because you don't have a fixed place to live and have the capital, you can't go back to your old job in the Federation and work as a magic blacksmith. I'm not mistaken, am I?"

Ian nodded hesitantly, not understanding what the Chamber of Commerce leader was saying.

Victor stroked his beard with satisfaction, leaned forward slightly to the table, and said with a smile: "So, if I provide you with capital and real estate, are you willing to continue to work as a magic blacksmith?"

When Victor said this, he was a little disappointed to find that Ian's eyes did not spark as he expected. With his many years of experience in dealing with people in business, he can read the content from the other person's expression at a glance. Humans, in particular, have so many micro-expressions that every muscle conveys a message.

As he expected, Ian responded, "I don't mean to be offended, President, on the contrary, I thank you for your offer, but I-"

Ian's words were stopped by Victor's outstretched palm. Victor doesn't like to hear about words, especially over the years. As he grew older, he felt his patience wane. Now that you know the outcome, you will be heartfelt reluctant to spend any more time listening to what you say.

"Since you have a better reason, I have no right to stop you from continuing to be a mercenary, especially in the Warscar Mercenary Regiment hired by my Goldtail Chamber of Commerce. Victor said calmly, "You can go down." ”

Ian sensed that he had upset the guild leader, but he didn't want to go against his will, so the boy was a little anxious to explain, "But I can provide some necessary support to the mercenary group and your chamber of commerce." However, I am not familiar with the processing of Warcraft materials, and I still need to ......"

"I said, you can go down. Victor's deep, deep voice sounded too authoritative to be disobeyed.

“...... Be. Ian walked out smugly.

"What am I doing here?" he slowed back to the first floor, feeling a little uncomfortable and his steps a little heavy. The people in the hall seemed to be much quieter than before, resting and drinking, only the voice of Giggs kept chattering.

"The old fox is looking for you, and it must be no good thing. Achilles leaned against the corner of the staircase and said in his voice as cold as ever.

Ian was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "Not really, he asked me if I wanted to continue to be a magic blacksmith, probably because he wanted to invest in me." ”

"What do you say?" said Giggs. The air fell silent, as if every ear present, whether round, flat, large, small, or with sharp corners, stood up.

Ian hesitated for a moment, then replied softly, "...... I declined. ”

"Hey—did you hear that?" Giggs suddenly shrank back, returned to his seat, and gently picked up the wine glass on the table, "This kid 'declined'! He rejected the comfortable life of the magic blacksmith, and chose to continue to be a mercenary who had to do all kinds of dirty work every day, and would die if he wasn't careful! Ian- or the mercenary of our Warscar Mercenary Regiment!" he paused, the wine glass in his hand raised, and his voice suddenly raised, "Let's have a toast for this fool!"

Maggie quickly brought the glass full of gin to Ian.

"Cheers to the fool!" replied somebody.

"Yay!"

"For Ian! for the scars!" said Rodel Sr., raising his glass.

"Cheers!" was spilled all over the place by the ale that was suddenly raised.

"Cheers!" Wynna slammed her glass into Ian's face and gulped down.

Before Ian could realize, the atmosphere was buzzing again, and everyone raised their glasses, not knowing what they were celebrating.

Somewhat confused, he grabbed the golden fruit wine and took a sip, symbolically raising his glass to echo the group of mercenaries who toasted. He felt that he didn't seem to understand the scars of war, each of them seemed to be experienced and powerful, but sometimes they were crazy and naïve.

"You're interesting. Achilles whispered to Ian, raising the cup in his hand slightly.