Once spread across the continent of Tihuak, the Mercenary Guild is a non-political group that spans nations, races, and geographies. The mercenary level it publishes, or "guild rank" as it is officially called, is recognized by mercenary guilds everywhere.

Similar organizations also have the famous Merchant Federation, the Psychic Research Association, and the "Niche Groups" such as the Killer Guild, the Thieves' Guild, and the large and small illegal chambers of commerce on the Tewak Continent, but they are not accessible to ordinary people, and they seem more and more mysterious.

In the past, when the psychic power was not yet declining, people used "messengers" to convey messages. At the Correspondence Bureau, psychic technicians work day and night in their respective delivery areas, using their psychic powers to construct the birds that deliver letters, and call them "messengers". There are dedicated relay stations throughout the continent, with a large number of psychic technicians who are responsible for relaying and delivering messages. For example, the update of the mercenary level and the record of the commission will not be too different from place to place. When the psychic mind began to decline, the Correspondence Bureau was one of the first facilities to close.

"And now, if we complete the commission here, and move up the guild level, can we be recognized elsewhere?"

Sid shrugged, unable to answer Ian's question exactly, "God knows what they're going to do with the news now? Maybe we'll find out when we go to another city, ...... now."

"Let's get to eat now, our money bags are almost empty!" Ian repeated what he had said in Sid's tone, "Let's go!"

Sid touched his head: "Let's go, let's see what commissions to go." ”

An unusually large commission notice board was erected on the east wall of the guild hall, and a power of attorney with the content of the commission was posted on it. Some mercenaries are wandering around the bulletin board in twos and threes, looking for a suitable commission for them.

Ian walked over to a power of attorney and silently read it: "...... The contemptible caravan was attacked by eagle-faced demon birds a few days ago and suffered heavy losses...... The number of enemies is about twenty to thirty, and they act in groups and fall from the sky......"

Reading this, Ian's eyes wandered, looking for something. In the end, it stayed at the line of delegation restriction level.

He whistled softly in admiration - it read, "Minimum Rank: Tungsten Steel, Minimum Number: Three."

Suddenly, Sid called out to him, "Ian, come and see this!"

Ian approached, and looked at the power of attorney that Sid held the corner of his hand on, only to see that it read:

"Client: Brad

Consignment: 5 gold coins

Minimum level of delegation: Shiraishi, unlimited number of people

Location: Brad Manor

Commissioned content: Search for pets. The wife of Mr. Brad, the owner of the manor, has a very understanding and cute pet puppy named Rumba. The rumba has a brown coat and is petite, about the length of two palms (put your fingers flat on the palm of the other hand) and the width of two palms (you can put them side by side). This is an ornamental pet purchased from an Imperial merchant, and it is very expensive!Rumba unfortunately got lost in the manor on the 14th of the star month (the manor has high walls on all sides, and Rumba should not be able to jump out), hoping that the capable mercenaries will find it for us, at least find a clear clue. 』

The signature is Brad's own signature and the mercenary guild's identification seal.

"Finding a lost pet? sounds like a hassle......"

"Hmm...... But you see, it was lost in the manor, and the manor has a tall wall...... So it's probably still in the manor, right?"

Indeed, as Sid said, the client deliberately stated that the location of the loss was in the manor, and specifically added that the manor had a tall wall. In this way, it is much easier to narrow down the scope.

"And, as long as there's a clear clue, you see," Sid pointed to the last sentence, "it seems reasonable." ”

Confirming that Ian had no opinion, Sid reached out and removed the power of attorney from the bulletin board.

"Uh-huh," someone suddenly spoke next to him, "rookie mercenaries should do more chores, otherwise these will fill the bulletin board, and it will really hurt your eyes to find a serious job." ”

The two of them turned their heads to see a man in gorgeous armor with a spear behind his back, looking at them with a playful look. When Sid glared at him, his eyes became very defiant.

"What do you mean?" Sid whispered, holding back his anger.

Literally. The man saluted slightly, his eyes still full of disdain, "You are a novice of the white stone level, don't be overconfident when you accept the commission, there are not a few new mercenaries who died unexpectedly from the white stone level commission." The man in the gorgeous armor said slowly, "This is a reminder from the seniors...... He changed his posture and pulled the golden nameplate hanging around his neck, reflecting a dazzling golden light, which matched his armor very well. The nameplate has the seal of the guild, and it gorgeously declares the rank of his guild.

Sid had already had enough of the anger of the rank and rank in the barracks, but he didn't expect to meet this kind of person on the first day of being a mercenary, and he was immediately angry.

"Forget it, Sid," said Ian, "you see how well their armor is maintained! spotless, not scratched. We can't afford to break it in a while. ”

He found that the shortage of gold coins was now Sid's death hole, and as long as he couldn't get along with the money, Sid could immediately stand in the right position.

In the mercenary guild, there are countless cases of these warriors fighting with each other, and sometimes they even turn into group fights. As soon as the man's provocative words came out, the people around him were immediately attracted to him, and the good deeds began to shout and encourage them to do it.

But there were also the guards in the guild who noticed them. A newcomer who has just registered as a mercenary, when he takes the first commission, he fights with his colleagues, and is finally taken away by the guards, which is really not a good start.

Fortunately, the man in the ornate armor just moved his mouth and looked at Sid with a smile and no intention of making a move. However, that condescending smile made Sid even more popular. Sid glared at the other party viciously for a long time, but was still pulled out by Ian.

"Bah, I curse that pretentious bastard!" Sid still spat indignantly as he walked out of the mercenary guild, "I've seen too many people like this, dressed decently, but actually from a lower background than anyone else." I bet, Ian, he's definitely a criminal. ”

"Forget it, he's just a little proud......" said this, and Ian's heart was not very calm. He didn't know if there was always someone among the mercenaries who liked to do nothing. If not, they're out of luck, or ...... He couldn't help but glance back, the hall was full of people, and he couldn't see anything.

"Is this pride?" exclaimed Sid, "that's arrogance!"

"Okay, okay," Ian patted Sid on the shoulder, "You're so old, why are you still so angry?"

"You're ......"

Ian interrupted him with a smile, "Let's go, go back to the inn." It's almost noon, so let's fill our stomachs first. ”

They walked across the square and returned to the inn where they had been staying.

"What are you going to do with these corpse carp materials?" Sid remembered the heavy bag, attracting flies wherever he went.

"Sold for money?There must be a exchange office in this place, right?" Ian didn't know much about these things.

"Sell...... Yes, it can be sold, but I think maybe we have a better option. Sid didn't know what came to mind, "Hehe, bring something after eating in a while, come with me." ”

The two of them filled their stomachs and left the hotel with the materials of the corpse carp. Before leaving, Sid ran to the innkeeper and asked him about many things, until Ian couldn't resist going upstairs to find him, and then hurried back. He had a piece of paper in his hand, and when he walked out of the inn, he opened it and saw that there were a few crooked lines drawn on the paper, and a circle was drawn in the middle of a bunch of lines in the corner.

"Map?" Ian asked curiously.

"Well, the boss gave it, we're going here. He gestured to the circle.

Ian frowned when he saw Sid lead him down the main road in the direction of the city gate, and there was a slight disappointment in his eyes.

He thought that maybe he could take this opportunity to continue walking up and take a good look at the city. The towering castles and towers in the distance were a sight he had never seen in all the years of the Empire. Ian never dreamed that a city could be built on a hill.

"Zach must not have seen it," he thought, "no, they haven't even heard of it. ”

Sid didn't take him straight back to the city gate, and after walking a little down, he turned to a winding alley to the south.

The alley twisted and turned, and Ian turned in only to find that the place that looked deserted was so lively. On one side of the alley is a tall stone façade, which I don't know what kind of building it is, while on the other side is a row of three-storey houses with various shop fronts on the first floor.

On the other side of the stone wall, there are also many vendors setting up stalls. They didn't have their own shop, so they hung colorful flags on the stone walls behind their stalls, with strange patterns painted on them, different for each one, perhaps for customers to recognize.

The alley is not wide compared to the style of the roads of Babel. The vendors had taken over the side near the stone wall, and the remaining width of the alley was barely wide enough for two or three people to pass side by side.

Sid frowned all the time, looking down at the scribbled map from time to time, leading the way. Entering the alley, he didn't seem to have any intention of stopping in front of any of the vendors, and walked straight to the door of the fifth shop on the left.

"When I first entered the city, I saw the sign of his house. Sid pointed to the sign hanging on the front of the shop, "There are them at the entrance of the alley, but it's really hard to find without asking." ”

The logo made of iron bars looks like a bag, and there is a small hammer next to it, all of which are very abstract. There are also a few letters underneath the figure, presumably an abbreviation of the owner's name. Stores that do not have a good location will not only hang these signs at the entrance of their own stores, but also hang them at the entrance of the alley to avoid the location of the store being too remote and losing the opportunity for customers to patronize.

Ian looked at the rust on the black ironwork, and couldn't help but compare it to the delicate nameplate of the Empire, only to remind himself once again of the foreign situation.