As Ian and Sid returned to the Oasis from Kush, they heard someone shouting from behind them, "Sid, Ian!"

Sid didn't even have to look back to know it was Jinx's voice.

"Hurry up, hurry away, and act as if you didn't hear it. Sid made a noise to stop Ian from turning his head to look.

"Jinx, like?" Ian asked, suspiciously.

"Yes, let's go......"

Just as he was about to burrow into the crowd, Sid saw a flower in front of him, and Jinx had already arrived in front of him.

Although the person stood still, the hem of her skirt was still shaking, and the earrings were swaying, obviously too much.

"What the hell are you guys running?" asked Jinx scathingly.

"Oh...... Sid, I remembered to ask Lyla about Warcraft, so I'll go first," Ian said apologetically, "Jinx, you guys talk slowly." ”

As soon as he turned around, the rucksack on his back was grabbed.

"Isn't the imp very interesting?" But," Jinx grinned behind his back, "it's someone from the Mercenary Guild looking for you both, don't go." ”

"Mercenary Guild?" both asked at the same time.

"Named delegation. Jinx shoved them and led them in the direction of the Mercenary Guild, "Strange, right?"

"What's weird," Sid said disdainfully, "it means that Ian and I are only of the Black Iron rank, but we have long been famous." ”

"It depends on the reputation. Jinx smiled mysteriously.

"What do you mean?" Sid glanced sharply at Jinx.

"I'm here to remind you to stay safe. Jinx winked playfully at Sid, "A mercenary of your character can be targeted by all kinds of strange people at any time, after all, it is easy to offend people." ”

"At this point," Sid scoffed, "I don't want to be lectured by you. ”

Jinx is dressed very ladylike, not only luxurious but also very gorgeous. A pair of black and white high socks and a pair of scarlet leather shoes outline the slender leg curve. The lace skirt was layered on top of each other, giving it an intricate and delicate look, reminding Ian of the cake Elise had made. The same lace also appeared on the neckline and cuffs of the blouse. The top is tucked into the skirt to maximize the slenderness of Jinx's waist.

She shook the vaulted parasol in her hand and smiled, "It's funny how angry you look." ”

Sid's rough face flushed slightly, and he didn't look away from her.

Ian asked, "Achilles, are they back?"

"No," Jinx said, resting her umbrella on her right shoulder and turning her head to look at the boy walking to her left, "but it should be soon, don't worry." ”

A spear warrior in ornate armor, leaning against the wall of an alley. He held the spear in front of his chest, rested one leg leisurely in front of the other, and exhaled with his head up: "It's okay now, right? ”

"Wouldn't it be more interesting?" said another man with a huge scimitar in the shadow of the corner behind him.

"War scars are hard to mess with, Daens. The spear warrior took the spear behind his back and got up and walked down the road. The sun was shining, shining brighter and brighter on his armor. He covered his eyebrows with his hand, looked up at the blue sky, and said softly, "Now, it's not easy to find an opportunity!"

"Just provide you with information, and the rest is my business. Daynes tossed a small bag from behind, and heard that it was supposed to be gold coins. The spear warrior reached out to catch it, checked it, and said with a smile: "Old partner, I'm also thinking about you." Let's go. With that, he walked up the road on his own, following Ian and them from a distance, and also walked in the direction of the Mercenary Guild.

In the alley, Daynes pulled out a dark red scroll of paper from himself, unfolded it and looked at it again.

In fact, he already knew the contents of the paper scroll by heart.

If Ian was here, he would be surprised to find that the paper scroll was very similar to the Mercenary Guild's contract paper, but it was deliberately dyed a different color. It was not a bright red, but a black that seemed to be mixed in the dye, enveloping the warmth and showiness. He would have been surprised to see his name written in white ink on the dark red paper.

Of course, in addition to the name, there are many words that describe the details of the requirements, such as "captured", "escorted", "empire", and "remove all obstacles".

Dayns put the paper away with a blank face, and thought back to the boy he had met in the sewers of Najian City.

"By the way, I'm Ian, what about you?"

"Ian, real name or pseudonym?"

"Real name. ”

What a pathetic fellow, he just met me and gave his real name. Daynes couldn't help but think.

Isn't he aware of his identity?Anyway, the Dark Mercenary wouldn't use his real name to accept the commission. Everyone uses their own aliases, and only those who are familiar with each other in private will use their real names to address each other.

He had heard of the name "Ian" before he took on this commission, and the Dark Mercenary Guild had noticed him for a long time, though Dayns didn't know why.

A potential client is on the verge of being acquired - so many years of experience as a dark mercenary reminded him of this as soon as he heard Ian's name.

Daynes never actively peddles himself, but he also doesn't miss any chance to make a fortune, after all, he needs money, a lot of money. If he doesn't do it, someone else will do it, so what's wrong with giving yourself a little more advantage?So as soon as he left the sewers of Najian City, he found his intelligence partner in Babel City, Fard, who mingled with the ordinary mercenary guild. It's so convenient to have someone who can walk in the sun swaggering around to spy on the target, provide intelligence, and even make a tentative move.

It seemed that leaving Felder in the Mercenary Guild at that time was the right choice.

Daynes sat against the wall, closed his eyes, and heard the voice of young Felder in his ears again: "I'll go with you!"

"No, I can't. Daynes looked into his red eyes and rejected him, "You have to stay in the guild, so maybe you can help me a little." ”

Felder stared at him for a moment, then suddenly cracked his mouth and smiled.

"You're right," he laughed, "the self-righteous fellows of the Mercenary Guild, sooner or later I can teach them a lesson." ”

"That's the way it is, I did it all by myself," Daynes said, gesturing to the corpses of the mercenaries scattered around, "I was on the spur of the moment to seek revenge for Maurice and them." And you want to stop me, it's too late. ”

Felder nodded, "But that's not over, Daenes. He stared at the air in front of him steadily, "I don't think it's over." ”

Daenz's thoughts were interrupted, and he felt a little hungry.

In the Black Eagle City of the Hilfa Empire, the hustle and bustle of the imperial capital in the past has changed, and it is full of murderous atmosphere.

In the side hall of the council hall, Rekin erased his prodigal temperament, dressed in a falcon uniform, and stood upright. His head was slightly lowered, his eyes slightly open, and he looked at the marble floor with black and white rhombic lattices.

Sitting on the sofa next to him was Major General Miro. He rested his elbows on his knees, resting his chin on the back of his overlapping hands, moving his jaw from time to time, rubbing the knuckles of his index finger against the short, stiff stubble on his chin.

It wasn't until footsteps sounded outside the door that both turned their heads to look at the door at the same time.

Mason, the Grand Consul of the Empire, walked in briskly.

As the door slammed shut, Miro stood up: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Reggin glanced lightly at his superior officer.

The archon didn't seem to care about his abruptness.

"Your Majesty has mentioned this matter to me," Mason's brow furrowed slightly, "and he thinks that the kings or kings of all countries will not have a second chance like this in a few years." ”

"Should I say reckless, or resolute?" Miro snorted coldly, still unreserved, "Why didn't you stop him?"

"I didn't know about this operation in advance. Mason said worriedly, "It seems that Your Majesty has his own ideas. Now all we can do is to refine the results of the research on psychic power as soon as possible, and at the same time solve these side effects. ”

"You're good at perfecting results," Miro looked at Regin, "Solve the side effects, and leave it to me and Falcon." ”

"I heard that the activities of the monsters are extremely active, so you should be careful. ”

"Hehe," Miro sneered, "not only the demonic beasts, but even the humans have begun to demonize." Let's go Rekin, we still have a lot of work to do. ”

"Miro!" Mason called out to him, his voice grim, "the war has begun. ”

"Yes. Miro walked out without looking back, and Regin, turning and saluting, followed him.

"Major General," Reggin said to Miro in a loud voice after walking out of the side hall, "My previous target ......"

"I have other arrangements, so you don't have to worry about it for the time being. Miro still didn't look back, "Now, this is your battlefield." ”

“...... Be. Regin, somewhat reluctantly, replied. Miro could hear the meaning of his men's brief hesitation, but he didn't say anything more.

While the Empire was nervously carrying out Emperor Hilfa's plans, Ian and Sid were "escorted" by Jinx to the Mercenary Guild in the Oasis.

The two of them sat tiredly on the benches in the hall to rest.

"Say," Sid leaned back, leaning his head on the back of the bench, "who is going to name us?"

"People who know us," Ian said, "or people who have heard of us." ”

"If you know or hear about it, why be anonymous?"

"Then we have to see what the content of this commission is. Ian glanced around the hall and whispered.

As she spoke, Jinx and a receptionist from the Mercenary Guild walked over.

"It's the two of them," Jinx introduced to the other, "Ian, Sid." ”

The receptionist asked Jinx to sit down as well, and then sat down across from them herself.

After verifying the identities of the two, she said, "I heard that the two of them have just completed the commission of Kush Town, and they have worked hard. ”

Ian has the impression that the receptionist has never been leaky, and it may be more difficult to get the identity of the anonymous client from them.

"In the service of the guild. Sid snorted lazily and sat up.

"Who is looking for us?" said Ian, looking at the receptionist.