"It's a common thing," Sid shrugged, "the doctrine of divine punishment that the monks and monks of the Holy See have been preaching will definitely be hated by some people, such as the mercenary guild over there...... If the divine punishment is established, then so many mercenaries who make a living with their spiritual power are not all demonic apostles, and the mercenary guild will become a demon's lair. ”

"But the guy who rushed up," Ian watched blankly as the crowd dispersed as the guards set off to hunt down the culprit, "doesn't look like a mercenary." ”

Sid scratched his head: "It's not something we need to care about right now, let's find a place to live first." ”

He looked around, and easily spotted an inn in the alley on the outskirts of the square. The two booked a room, and originally wanted to go directly to the Mercenary Guild - it is also located near the square, very close. But as soon as his butt touched the bed, Ian fell asleep after a while. Listening to his even breathing, Sid rolled over and fell asleep.

It wasn't until it was already dark and the first floor of the hotel began to be lively, that the two slowly woke up.

"What are you going to do?" asked the innkeeper, who was in charge of the bar, grinning. He was a middle-aged man with a slight haircut, and a mustache was very thick compared to his thinning hair.

"Ale," Sid pointed to himself and then to Ian, "bring him a ......"

"Same. Before Ian could sit down, he preemptively spoke.

"Hey, you're not an adult, are you?" called Sid.

"It's over fifteen," Ian smiled, "and there was no coming-of-age ceremony." ”

“...... Have you ever drunk?"

"Drunk, Zach stole the inferior gin wine. The boy said lightly.

"Then try my best gin fruit wine this time!" the mustache boss politely poured a glass and handed it to Ian without saying a word.

"Hey, we don't have the money to drink any great wine......" Sid said, dangling his ale.

"Hahaha," the boss laughed, "it's serious, but it's going to be short-lived." Where do I get any high-end goods here? You don't even look at who is coming in and out, hahaha!"

Ian looked around, and sure enough, there were either mercenary-looking warriors or civilians sitting around, and even the merchants couldn't see them.

"Wealthy merchants and local ladies and ladies like to go to the upper square, where they have fun and drink fine wine. I'm here with you mercenaries and the guys who came to the mercenary guild to make a living. ”

"I see you're doing a good business," Sid said, taking a sip of the ale from his glass, "and you're in a good mood." ”

"Of course, I don't pick guests. The boss replied, "Thanks to you and the Monsters, my business has been much better lately!" He looked at Ian and Sid again, "If I'm not mistaken, you shouldn't have become mercenaries yet, are you?"

There are quite a few people who are not as powerful as the mercenaries, but are willing to work as coolies for the rich mercenaries to do their support work. Things like carrying, gathering, tasks that don't require combat, or even bringing tea and water to take care of the horses, you can do everything as long as the mercenary gives them a share of the commission.

"That's right," Sid replied casually, "I'll go over there tomorrow." ”

"Very well," the boss said happily, "two potential long-term customers! Cheers!" he said, pouring himself a glass of gin and touching the glass in front of Ian.

"We're not going to stay long," Ian said, "we're going to disappoint you." ”

"Hmm-ahh Just come for a drink when you get to Babel, haha. He suddenly remembered something, and said, "Ah, by the way, the Mercenary Guild, I heard that they have recently reactivated the rank system. If you want me to say, this is your chance for newcomers—— what is there to come, beautiful guest?" and he was halfway through his sentence, and he quickly went to greet the new customer. A pair of twin half-elf sisters walked in, bows on their backs and swords at their waists, and sat in the corner on the other side of the bar, seemingly unwilling to be disturbed.

Half-elves are also one of the subhuman races that have settled in the Western Federation, but they are more scarce in number and secretive, and no one knows exactly where they settled. Although Ian lived in the capital of the Empire, his range of activities was limited to the urban areas near the slums and the wilderness outside the city, and he had never seen such a creature. Now he was drinking the gin fruit wine, and he couldn't help but glance into the corner of the wall to peek at the twins, but he was immediately met with the other party's undisguised disgust.

Sid gloated from the sidelines: "Next time I'm going to tell Elise that you're interested in a half-elf, but you're hated by people." ”

Ian withdrew his gaze and looked at his cup steadily, his tone flat and lonely: "I'm afraid we won't meet again." Light Breeze Village, Granny Sumu, it's all the same. He had already drunk half a glass of gin wine, but the meal had not yet arrived.

"You're drinking too fast, Ian. Sid glanced at his glass and reminded.

The boy didn't pay attention to him, just muttered, "Look, Sid, I don't have a chance to stop. Warcraft, mercenaries, falcons, empires, and Zack's ......" He suddenly stopped, closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his eyes were complicated, "The falcons have been looking for me, but I still want to find them!"

"Find, find, I'll look for it with you," Sid replied in a low voice, "Speak lightly, and then put the cup down first, and if you smash it, you will have to pay ......for it."

After a few bites of food, Ian fell asleep on the table.

"Ah-," Sid sighed lamentingly, "what a waste of a decent meal." ”

"It's hard enough for you to run around with your son alone. The boss rubbed the plate and sympathized with Sid, who didn't appreciate it.

"Do I look that old?" asked Sid, touching his face, sadly.

The next morning, Ian woke up from his hotel bed with a slight headache.

Sid sneered and urged him to get up: "Just pour a glass, and learn from adults to drink." Hurry up and wash up, we're going to the Mercenary Guild. ”

The Mercenary Guild is right in the square. It was a three-story building, with a large square of gray rock blocks and a lake-blue tile top, and an annex on each side of the main building. The overall look is imposing, just slightly bulky and old. The rocks on the outer walls are somewhat weathered, and there are still a lot of graffiti that have not been cleaned up, and it is clear that with the disappearance of Warcraft and the decline of the mercenary industry, the guild has also declined.

However, at this time, the door of the guild was open, and it seemed to be quite lively when you could vaguely see that it was crowded inside.

Ian and Sid walked in. They were greeted by a spacious and bright hall and wary eyes from the mercenaries. Further inside, there is the guild's office counter, there are about four or five windows, and there are people standing in front of them.

In each window, there is a subhuman officer in a guild uniform who is in charge of contact. Whether you want to accept an order, post a commission, or complete a commission to receive a bounty, it all has to be done through these counters.

Ian looked around and saw quite a few people gathered in the open space in front of the counter.

"What are they doing?" Ian asked in a low voice as he leaned over Sid.

"Wow. Sid snorted at the huge sign hanging above the counter.

Ian looked in the direction and saw that the notice board read:

"Important notice.

The Mercenary Guild Tier system has recently been reactivated, mercenaries with a rank level are requested to bring their badges and show them when receiving orders.

Rookie mercenaries should apply for the lowest level at the counter.

There will be two levels of evaluation held every month, so mercenaries who meet the promotion criteria should not miss the evaluation time. 』

"What's the rank?" Ian heard a young mercenary beside him ask his companion.

"Didn't I just give you a stone badge? The guild level is the assessment of the guild, and you will be given a level through the assessment, and the level of the delegation you receive cannot exceed your own level of the guild. To put it simply, you are afraid that if you accept a commission beyond your ability, delay other people's affairs, and you may even put your life on the line. A mercenary beside him, who seemed to be more mature, explained.

"Sid, do you have a guild rank?" asked Ian curiously.

"Just kidding!" Sid shook his face, "Of course not, Lao Tzu was originally a public official." ”

Ian smiled: "It seems that it is not good to be with me, and the job of public office has also been lost, and now it is still reduced to here." ”

"It's nothing," Sid waved his hand casually, "I'm not afraid of your jokes, I've been ready to go into exile since the day I started providing information to the Federation." The situation is a bit different now, but it's pretty much the same. ”

"Neither of us has a meeting level, can't we accept the commission?"

"No," Sid waved his hand, "if you sign up as a mercenary, you'll have a guild level - it's just the lowest level, and the range of commissions you can accept is relatively small, and it's all simple errands like running errands." It just meets our needs, so let's eat first. ”

Ian thinks that the greatest strength of Sid is that he never shows discouragement no matter what the situation. It's as if no matter what, you can always look on the positive side.

"I'm ready, what do you say?" Sid asked Ian.

"Let's go. Ian blinked, "We don't have a better choice. ”

"Let's register our names first!" Heathed Ian and parted the crowd and walked towards the counter.

When Ian and Sid squeezed out of the crowd again, they each had a small gray-white stone in their hands. There is a small hole at one end of the stone and a rope is worn.

The small stone has their names engraved on one side and the mark of the guild on the other, proving their initial guild level, the White Stone.

"White Stone......" Ian stared at the stone in his hand in a daze, "What's going on up one level further?" ”

"Black Iron, this is for you," Sid stuffed a small notebook for him, "Mercenary manual, take it over there." ”

"Well, it's been a long time since I've read a book. Ian frowned, "Let's review the text......"

There are seven levels of guild ranks: white stone, black iron, bronze, tungsten steel, clear silver, cinnamon gold, and mango diamond, and the higher the level, the greater the scope of commissions. People also need to indicate the minimum level requirements when issuing a commission in a guild, so that people with insufficient ability do not force the commission and cause problems for both parties. Of course, the guild's duty is also to assess the risk of each commission, and has the absolute right to assess the scope of the class.

"It's still engraved with our names......" Ian looked at the white stone insignia in his hand, feeling a little smug. Although it is the lowest, it is also a symbol of mercenary status. If a mercenary is also a job, then this is the first job in his life.

"Of course, if you die outside, as long as you are not swallowed whole by the monsters and turned into their feces, someone will always find the emblem, and then take this and let the mercenary guild register your death for you, and notify the family members when it should be notified, and the elimination file of the elimination file will be ......" Sid's cold explanation made Ian lose interest for a moment.