The White Iliana, after loading its cargo at the port of Ochakiv in the principality of Kievan Rus, began to return home.

Hearing about the defeat of the emperor at Manzikt, shipping orders to the Black Sea immediately skyrocketed dozens of times. Discerning merchants had predicted that the southern trade route of Asia Minor on the Illanyan Plateau would be cut off by the Seljuk Empire.

The only way to maintain normal trade with the Dragon Nation in the east is to take the Sarmatya-Mongolian steppe route north of the Black Sea.

This route is too far north, so it can only be run in the summer. In the winter, the roads are closed by heavy snowfall, and the trucks are basically unable to run.

The principality of Kievan Rus also doesn't look like it has the money to sprinkle snow-melting agent on the road, not to mention that the Mongolian steppes are full of nomads running around, and if they can't survive in winter, they will squat on the roadside and plunder, so this trade route in winter will inevitably be interrupted.

Therefore, it is necessary to stock up on summer as soon as possible.

The nobles of the principality of Kievan Rus' were also chicken thieves, and somehow they learned the news of the defeat of the empire, so these Scolabor lords and nobles dressed in animal furs commanded their serfs to set up heavy tax cards on the roads, so that the price of furs exported by Kievan Rus' tripled.

The owner of the ship probably calculated that this trade was estimated to be barely able to save the capital, which was considered a wasted run.

If it weren't for a rich mercenary group, this trip to the Black Sea would have been a wasted effort. The frustrated owner ordered the ship to sail back, praying to himself that the mercenary group that had landed on the mysterious island would survive.

Then you can harvest another 5 pounds.

"What!" When the owner of the ship with a fluke mentality learned from the lookout that the mysterious island had disappeared again, his mood was broken at the moment, "Impossible! So big...... What a big island! How could it be gone? Is our course off track? ”

"Captain, even if you don't believe in the compass and sextant, you should trust the GPS on our ship." The navigator said with a wry smile on the side.

The owner leaned against the side of the ship in frustration and had to admit that the navigator had been correct. After all, that mysterious island can appear on the Black Sea out of thin air, and naturally it can also disappear on the Black Sea out of thin air...... It's just a pity that I can't make those 5 pounds.

Just when his mood hit rock bottom, suddenly a red flare rose in the distance. The shipowner's mood immediately felt as if the winter snow had finally melted, and his whole spirit was lifted.

"Hurry up, drive over there!" He shouted in the direction of the flare.

As the merchant ship approached, the sailors on board finally saw a small boat, floating on the surface of the sea with the current. The five men on the boat sat in a circle, muttering something.

"I am a prophet." Nora said, "I saw the identity of the regimental leader last night, and the regimental commander is a werewolf. ”

"No, I'm the prophet." Aske said, "I looked at Nora's identity last night, and Nora is a werewolf. ”

"I can't tell who's lying!!" Eleanor let out a wail and hugged Peggy next to her with tears streaming down her face.

"I think Asker is the werewolf." Peggy, who was hugged, said calmly.

"Why?" Asker asked calmly.

"Intuition." Peggy replied.

"Please speak in order, Asker, you have already spoken." Medea, who was the referee, sat next to her and said sickly. On the one hand, her spiritual damage has not yet recovered, and on the other hand, her own psychic ability ...... Playing Werewolf Kill is cheating.

"Then I'll vote for Asker." Eleanor said.

"I'm going to vote for Asker, too." Nora said.

"Alright, the werewolf is killed, and the game is over." Medea is boring and authentic.

"Yay!" Nora and Eleanor high-fived excitedly, pulling Peggy and cheering.

"It's still too easy for four people to play Werewolf Kill." "When I get back, I'm going to start thinking about expanding the team. ”

"According to the four professions mentioned before?" Nora flipped through her small notebook, "Thieves, armor-piercing warriors, gunslingers, and arcane mages. ”

"That's right." Asker looked at the merchant ship heading ahead, "Our ship back has arrived." ”

Two sailors jumped out of the side of the boat and swam to the side of the boat, where they secured the boat on all sides with a steel cable with an iron hook. The sailors on board turned on the machine and pulled the boat up with a clatter.

"God is above, you can come back alive!" The ship's owner excitedly gave Aske a hug, looking at the face of the five-pound bill.

"Don't ask me where that mysterious island is." Asker joked.

"Of course, of course, we don't care about paranormal events." The owner of the ship took the five-pound bill from Asker and put it away with satisfaction.

At 3 p.m., the White Illiana arrived at the pier on the Golden Horn. After bidding farewell to the ship's owner, the group returned to the land of Constantinople.

Then take the metro across the Galata Bridge to the main city of Constantinople and get off at the metro station near the Mercenary Guild.

"The mission targets are dead." Walking into the Mercenary Guild, Asker came to the counter and spoke directly to the reception lady.

"Have you collected the remains of the target person?" The receptionist smiled politely and asked, "If there are no remains, I'm afraid we won't be able to pay you." ”

"No, because they all sank to the bottom of the sea." "So, you can also tell the mission publisher that no one will be able to find these targets." ”

"Understood, the guild will negotiate with the task publisher. If the publisher is willing to cancel the mission, it will not count towards your team's failures. Please complete the submission of this task in the APP first. The receptionist said.

Aske nodded, then walked out of the mercenary guild and said to the four girls waiting there:

"Alright, let's go home."

"Go home!" The girls almost burst into tears. Although the adventure on the desert island of the Black Sea was very exciting, after a day and a night of fighting, their most craving was now a hot bath, a cooked dinner, and a warm bed.

Back at Asker's ancestral home, it was already 6 p.m. The girls take turns bathing in the bathroom and changing into comfortable and soft clothes. Asker came back from buying food from outside, so everyone ate in the study on the third floor.

"How's the digestion of your supernatural powers?" Asker asked casually.

"I digested some." Nora replied.

"A quarter." Eleanor said.

"I'm almost all of it." Peggy said.

Medea churned the salad unhappily. Her level2 potion had already been digested, and now what she lacked was the potion material of Desire I, so she didn't say much.

"In the future, everyone can go to the Heavenly Mountain Plane Fragment to cultivate." "In that regard, I'm going to make a training plan. But I'm going out tomorrow to recruit new members, so you can rest first. ”

He threw the book "Ridiculous Dreams" to Nola: "It's easy to use it spiritually to find out." ”

"You're going to keep it for me?" Nora asked, confused. It stands to reason that this kind of precious transcendent item that seals a plane is carried by the leader in any organization.

"Yes." Asker said, "You're in charge of the finances anyway, so I'll leave the purchasing and warehousing to you, Miss Nola, the team administrator." ”

"Okay." Nora nodded, her heart filled with the warmth of trust, and there was a strange throbbing like a fawn.

………………

The night passed.

The next morning, Aske finished washing, and did not wear armor or weapons, but put on comfortable close-fitting clothes, and went out refreshed.

Coming to the Colosseum of Constantinople, he walked to the counter at the reception desk and knocked on the table.

Behind the counter was a lazy middle-aged man, who yawned and said:

"You're late, the next gladiatorial fight will start in half an hour, and the betting session is over."

"I'm not here to bet." Aske smiled and said, "I'm here to sign up for a team fight. ”

"Oh." The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide and looked at this young man who didn't know the height of the sky, "Then fill out an application form." ”

He pulled out a few papers from the cabinet next to him and slapped them in front of Asker. One is the basic information application form, the other is the gladiatorial temporary employment contract, and the other is the waiver agreement:

Gladiatorial contestants voluntarily participate in gladiatorial fights and are fully aware of the dangers of gladiatorial combat. In the event of injury or death in the Colosseum, the Colosseum Organizer shall not be held responsible.

Aske didn't bother to look at it in detail, so he directly filled in all the things that should be filled, signed and pressed his fingerprints, and then pushed it back to the middle-aged man.

"I'll see." The middle-aged man checked the documents, "Asker. Lepius. Achilles, your name...... Are you an Imperial nobleman? ”

"Can't nobles participate in gladiatorial fights?" Asker asked with a smile.

"Absolutely." The middle-aged man muttered something and said, "Anyway, when I went to the gladiatorial arena, everything spoke with a sword." This agreement is certified by the church, and it's too late for you to regret quitting now. ”

"Don't wait until your arm is cut off in the gladiatorial arena and then regret making trouble, everyone will not be able to live with face at that time."

"Let's go according to the normal formalities." Aske said lightly.

Seeing that the other party did not listen to the dissuasion, the middle-aged man sighed, and skillfully stamped the seal on the document, saying:

"There is still one vacancy in the Red team. Walk straight along the front to the right passage, and inside the first door is the RED team lounge, where you won't miss the rest, training, and equipment. ”

"By the way, the boss of the RED team is a fierce Thracian heavy warrior named Theotis, nicknamed 'Brown Bear'. He may have some ...... for you Not very friendly. ”

"Not very friendly?" Asker asked, "Why?" ”

"Listen." The middle-aged man sat up straight, "There are a maximum of 9 people on each side of the group duel, and any more will affect the spectacle of the gladiatorial fight." The red team has always been full, but today someone has asked for a leave of absence and becomes vacant, and it happens to be the younger brother of the old red team Otis. ”

"We don't accept the term "leave" in the gladiatorial arena, since you don't come today, others will take your place when they come."

"So, if I sign up today, I'll take the position of this younger brother of Theotis?" Aske said, "Even if he comes back tomorrow, he won't be able to return to the gladiator arena?" ”

"To be exact, you can't get back to the ranks of the Red Gladiators." The middle-aged man corrected him, "Unless you die in today's gladiatorial fight, leaving the red team without one again." ”

"Well, although there is no evidence, there have been rumors among the gladiators that Celetis secretly killed a teammate in a gladiatorial fight in order to let his own brother join his team...... Of course we don't have evidence, otherwise we would have politely asked him to get out. ”

"I see." Asker nodded.

"Not thinking about coming back tomorrow?" The middle-aged man confirmed again.

"It's too much trouble." Asker shook his head and said, "That's it. ”

"Whatever you want." The middle-aged man leaned back in his chair and lazily rested his feet on the counter.