Isaac's last half of the sentence was just a politeness, and the implication was that he wanted the mercenaries to get out of the way—oh no, they were going on a quest.

The sheriff of the small town of Lorenz only paused for a moment in the tavern hall of "The Wolf and the Whistle", took a few followers, and quickly left—

They are the fourth group of mercenaries. No one said much about the specific tasks of the mission, except for a short sentence on the bulletin board: all the bandits' heads in exchange for 10,000 reels.

But that's enough.

The power of money was so great that it was dark and gloomy inside the tavern in the afternoon, and the weather outside was not much better—although the wind and snow had long since ceased by this time, the gray sky overhead was a sign that the weather was not going to be too good for the time and the next few days.

The townspeople's residents and patrol soldiers were clearing the snow from the streets, they were holding shovels, the metal surface rubbing against the hard frozen ice, making a "creaking" sound, and some mercenaries lifted the curtain, glanced out, and retracted their heads.

"It's terrible, maybe we should leave tomorrow?"

One of the mercenaries grumbled, dressed in lightweight, tanned leather armor with a scimitar hanging from his belt—as soon as the hot air from the lobes of his lungs left his nostrils, two thick white mist erupted, and he hesitated for a moment, and looked back at his companion.

These mercenaries come from all over the kingdom, and they belong to different teams. The publisher did not specify which mercenaries were assigned to this mission, then, in their opinion, this is equivalent to an indiscriminate competition mission-

Whoever meets the conditions of the mission will be put in someone's pocket.

Of course, out of prudence, these mercenaries have temporarily formed a verbal consensus: they as a whole will complete the task first, and then distribute the benefits according to the size of the effort.

The credit of mercenaries is also a difficult thing to evaluate, some people make promises, and some people gamble like child's play, which varies from person to person.

The mercenary who walked out of the tavern was about to turn around and ask for the advice of his companions, but involuntarily, a large figure of people who got up and walked out squeezed him into the street - he had a heart attack, but when he saw these people with swords and swords, he was very sensibly silent.

"The Wolf and the Whistle".

The hall of the tavern became empty in an instant, except for the waiters, there were still the last two figures left in front of the wine table, the dwarf Tobu and the wild mage Choco.

Choco picked up the last fried bean from the pottery dish, and the dish was clean and clean, and the glaze was recognizable—

"Choko, aren't we leaving? The masters here have spoken. ”

"No hurry, we'll be upset if we stay with those guys."

A mage who has the power of the first order of awakening, if he goes on a mission with these mercenaries, especially this kind of relationship between them, it is easy for people to be extremely vigilant-

Knocking out the stuffy stick, stabbing the knife, black eating black and other means, just this mage's shot, according to the distribution of contributions, will score a large part of the remuneration, plus, this mage also has a dwarf warrior who seems to be not weak.

Conquering bandits, in the eyes of these mercenaries, is not a dangerous task-

It's just that the distance is a little farther, and the number of opponents is a little larger, and they have heard a few words about this in the town, and the reason why the young master Randall was planted in the hands of the bandits is very likely to be that his strength is a little too fleshy.

They didn't know that Randall Jeffrey actually had the strength of a high-level position, and his martial arts skills were also quite good. They didn't even know that Gross, the leader of that bandit group, had the true strength -

Inaugurated at a high level, the swordsmanship of the artistic conception of the swordsman, what is wrong to do, to run to be a bandit leader?

The mercenaries walked in groups of three or five along the street in the direction of the post station, and the pedestrians and townspeople along the way just glanced at them, and during this time, there were not a few mercenaries who came to the town of Lorenz-

Andrea's eyes were fixed on the distant backs of the group of mercenaries, this delicate-looking girl stretched out her white jade fingers, gently brushed the hair on her forehead behind her ears, and she also carried a wooden birdcage in her hand, and the small canary jumped on the wooden pole with the thickness of a finger inside, and from time to time made a crisp and beautiful chirp of "chirp".

"Mother, I don't think it's possible for these mercenaries to complete their mission."

The snow was falling off, and the dwarf evergreen pines on one side of the street showed their pointy dark green canopies, and she retracted her gaze and looked back at the noblewoman at her desk, her mother, the Viscountess of the Jeffrey family.

In front of the desk, there was only the rustle of a quill pen across the paper, and the noble lady with her hair in a high bun was writing, and she seemed to smile when she heard her daughter's complaints, but the sorrow of these days made her pale and haggard, and this smile looked extremely reluctant

"If you don't try, how do you know?"

She replied in a calm tone, her heart deep in the sadness of losing her child, but she had been trying to restrain her emotions.

"Revenge for my brother...... But we're wasting money, ten thousand raels, even though the family's finances have been in good shape—"

Andrea was about to argue, but found that her mother was just looking back with blazing eyes, as if she had suddenly thought of something, her small body trembled, and even the wooden birdcage in her hand shook violently-

"Chirp chirp—"

Andrea lowered the wooden birdcage, and the canary flapped its wings desperately.

"Well, if they fail, they won't get anything."

The girl's appearance was thoughtful, aristocratic behavior has always been a complex and advanced art, and Andrea was too young, but she was not stupid—at this moment, she seemed to understand her mother's intentions.

"If it succeeds, it will be revenge."

She took a few steps away from the ledge, muttered to herself, and while she was thinking, the Viscountess got up from her chair—

The height difference between mother and daughter is similar, but Andrea is a little more slender than the viscountess's slightly plump figure, and the two beautiful gray eyes are facing each other, and the girl blinks her long curled eyelashes.

"Andrea, what level of martial arts have you reached now?"

"Well, three months ago, I stepped into the middle level of employment."

"Not enough."

The Viscountess's voice was calm, her gaze wandering, as if looking out the window at the street scene behind the snow, "Sosa is still young, and you, as the daughter of a knight, must now begin to take on your own responsibilities." ”

The Sosa she was referring to was her third child, a teenager who had just turned fifteen. After Randall Jeffrey's death, the viscountess was grief-stricken, but she quickly remembered her power within the Jeffrey family-