The crowd of onlookers on Dogtail Street was still talking about the fight just now, and "Redbeard" Red lowered his head and followed behind Gross-

Although Red was devastated by the outcome of this fight, he still chose to gamble and admit defeat, and the crowd saw Gross coming, and they all crowded to the sides to make way for a road, and they all saluted in unison - no matter where they were, the strong man is always awe-inspiring.

Gross took it and rode his horse forward.

After walking through this section of the street, they saw the main hall of the Boomer Mercenary Guild-

This is the main building of the Mercenary Guild, and if you look at it from the sky, it looks like a giant disk.

One of Boomer's earliest landmarks, it was designed by a master craftsman and layered with long strips of blue-gray stone bricks to form a 30,000-foot mammoth that occupies almost the majority of the dogtail streets.

The two granite pillars that were thick and five meters long stood in front of the arched gate of the main hall of the guild like giants guarding the gate, and there were still many figures in front of the door at this time.

The news of the fight spread like a pebble on a calm lake, like a ripple, and people were even more convinced of the news when they saw "Redbeard" following the young man with his head down.

"Redbeard" Red really lost to a little-known young man!

"Is this young man the same as Derek, who won the New Year's Festival?"

"It's not the same, I feel like he's a lot better than Derek, haven't you heard? It took just one round for the youngster to beat Red. ”

"Well, that's terrifying."

The Gross turned over and dismounted, and it wasn't until they entered the interior of the building that the crowd outside became noisy again, and the two mercenaries couldn't help but whisper after looking at each other.

After stepping into the peak of employment, Gross's physique attribute had improved considerably, and although he was at least a dozen meters away, he could still hear these secret conversations clearly—but he just smiled and continued to walk forward.

There are certain procedures required to register a mercenary group.

Perhaps because of the 1050 mercenary reputation, after filling out some required information, they were guided by the staff of the Mercenary Guild through a brightly lit corridor covered with classical oil paintings, and an elderly lady greeted them in the room-

She stood up from behind her desk, painted in primary wood paint.

Although the years have left a ruthless mark on this lady's face, adding a little crow's foot to the corners of her eyes, it can still be seen from between the eyebrows that this lady was definitely a rare beauty when she was young.

"Gentlemen, and that lovely little girl, welcome to the Boomer Mercenary Guild." The little girl refers to Miss Mage, Ladia.

The lady had a standard goose-egg face, with her hair held in a high bun and pierced with a delicate silver fork. When she squinted her eyes and laughed, it made people feel extra cordial-

Gross secretly looked at the lady, this face was exactly the same as in his memory, but his little movement was quickly noticed by the lady, a pair of deep light green eyes towards him like electricity, Gross suddenly felt a burst of weakness.

He remembered that in the game, players formed a new mercenary organization, and it was not this lady who was in charge of the formalities. It's Miss Mi'er with long, silky gray hair. As for the one in front of you? It was none other than Cassandra, the leader of the Boomer Mercenary Guild.

Did something go wrong?

How could Ms. Cassandra come here to register them with the mercenary group?

Gross was wondering to himself, but saw the lady's gaze suddenly fall on the face of Stewart, who was nearby.

"Long time no see, Sister Cassandra."

There seemed to be a special kind of magic in this gaze, and in front of everyone's eyes, Stewart's swarthy face seemed to be gradually reddening, and he scratched his hair in a rare way, and said hello in a sinister manner.

"Woo-ho-ho, Stewart, I thought you had forgotten about me."

"How so?"

"There is adultery!" After a brief exchange of glances with Oliver, Scott, and Levine, Gross shouted in his heart almost at the same time—and at this moment, Gross seemed to understand a little bit why Lady Cassandra was here.

"It's been thirteen years since you've been away from Boomer, haven't you?"

"Probably yes."

"Where's Lacey? Did she come to Bulma with you? ”

"Yes, she and I plan to visit Mr. Toldo."

"How old are your children?"

"Twelve."

"Her name?"

"Rhona, a kind-hearted girl, just like her mother."

Ms. Cassandra and Stuart were completely one question and one answer, as if they had been rehearsed in advance, and the conversation between the two did not pause or freeze, and Gross listened for a while, sensitively aware of what special relationship should be between the two-

It's not as close as a lover or sister and brother, but it's a little bit more estranged.

"To tell you the truth, seeing your current downfall, and remembering the handsome Stuart of yesteryear, I realize that Cousin Lacey's life may not be as pleasant as I thought."

At the end, the lady shook her head slightly, and sighed—Stewart's face flushed, but unfortunately he didn't make a single rebuttal.

"You got out of the 'hymn to the thorns,' how did you come back here? Aren't you going to meet those old friends? Or are you going to join a new mercenary group? ”

"Well, everybody's choice has a last resort."

Stewart replied quietly—there was a hint of condemnation in Lady Cassandra's tone, and Stewart was as restrained as a teenager who had been scolded by the elders of the family.

Ms. Cassandra's gaze turned to Gross.

The stern questioning in her eyes was obvious—Gross had just submitted the registration information for the mercenary group, and she already knew the entire composition of the mercenary group.

In her opinion, there may be some shady coercion or cattiness here.

"Wait, Sister Cassandra, joining this mercenary group was entirely my decision after consultation with Lacey. In those past days, I was so idle that my bones were a little rusty. ”

Seeing this, Stewart hurriedly explained.

"I'd like to meet Lacey."

"Oh, good, okay."

"Until then, I will complete the registration procedures for the mercenary group for you."

Gross and his companions stayed in the room like pins and needles, and finally waited for Lady Cassandra to make a statement, and as the prospective head of the mercenary group, he nodded in response.

"The name of the mercenary group?"

"Well, let me think about it, it's called 'Primordial Dream'!"

Gross was stunned for a moment, then quickly replied.