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Mickey rubbed his eyes, he had never seen anything like this in his more than twenty years of memory - the white pillar of light was like a huge spear, piercing the clouds in the blazing night sky, obscuring the crescent moon under its brilliant light, and at the end of the spear, there was an endless void.

"It's so thick and long!"

Mickey was shocked for a moment when he saw this pillar of light, and finally let out a sigh from the depths of his heart. All the people on the docks, including the merchants, sailors, and dock workers vying for work, were stunned, and they looked up - Mickey walked up to Norman, and he patted him on the back. Because of the height difference, if he wanted to pat Norman on the shoulder, Mickey would need to work his tiptoes.

But such a thing was clearly not worth the effort—he withdrew his gaze from the night, shrugged his nose like a ball of garlic, and suddenly asked:

"Norman, have you ever seen anything like this?"

Mercenary Norman shook his head. In his more than ten years as a mercenary, the sight before him was indeed unheard of, but that didn't mean he didn't know that there was a knowledgeable old scholar stationed in the city library, which was on the same street as the Boomer Mercenary Guild, and he had been there several times and happened to hear the scholar talk about various sky visions.

Like this, there seemed to be some kind of special will in the shocking momentum, and it was very likely that it was the appearance of some kind of treasure - coupled with his past experience as an adventurous mercenary, he was almost sure of this answer in his heart. But now in a crowded situation, Norman, who had some ideas in mind, did not hesitate to say his guess, he glanced at Mickey and made a look.

Mickey immediately understood, and he understood what Norman meant. The two hairy lads on one side, Ranke and Rowan, recovered from the shock of the sky vision, and while the other people were in a daze, they were haggling with a merchant who had a mixture of Epham's and overseas islanders' blood, and his eyes were the color of turquoise with a cunning glint in them.

"Sir, it's a good deal to hire us, and we can unload all the cargo on this ship with only four raels."

After a few days of wandering, Rank, who usually didn't talk much, seemed to have changed a lot, and he said to the merchant, while Rowan also stood next to him and said "yes, yes", and the two young men lifted up a sleeve of the upper arm of the linen robe, revealing a lean, muscular arm.

However, the merchant gentleman did not agree happily, he reached out and touched his chin, and suddenly frowned: "Is it just the two of you?" ”

"Yes, yes!"

Rowan replied habitually, and Ranke quickly corrected, "No, no...... Sir, there are four of us. ”

"Four people? Will you be able to move the ship's cargo to Warehouse Seven in the docks in half an hour? ”

The merchant jumped down the ladder from the deck, beckoning the sailors to tie the cables around the iron ship piles at the docks, and looked back at the cabin and asked--the goods he had brought from Yanliu Island this time, they were not packed in tightly packed wooden boxes like the precious stones, spices, works of art, and other valuables carried by other merchants, but were just randomly stacked in a pile, these swarthy and inconspicuous things were only covered with a thin layer in the cabin, but the draft of the whole brig, It's deeper than other ships.

This is the ore - just before the tax officials at the port, the merchant is registered. However, the officials in charge of collecting port taxes had a more sensitive nose than a dog, and the merchant's demeanor was normal, but there was already a hint of panic in his eyes. Ore? This is only a general statement, as long as it is a stone that can be smelted, it can be called this name, but the difference between Mithril ore and ordinary iron ore is huge.

The main reason is the disparity in value, as well as the fact that some special goods are controlled within the territory of the Kingdom.

The merchant lowered his eyebrows and smiled pleasantly, and took out a heavy money bag from his bosom, and the tax officer weighed it with his hand, exchanged a pleasant look with his comrades who had boarded the ship to inspect it, and then left the cabin satisfied—a blatant scene, but the merchants, sailors, and dock workers were not surprised by this situation, for this was one of the unwritten rules of the port city of Afron.

"Half an hour?"

Ranke looked at the cabin, the cargo didn't seem to be much, but the draft of the ship's hull determined that these things must have enough weight, and he hesitated for a moment, and in half an hour, he moved the pile of ore to Warehouse Seven, which was in the middle of the dock area, about three or five hundred meters away from the port where the ship was anchored. The strength of the four of them, as mercenaries who completed their duties, was far from comparable to that of ordinary dock workers, and according to the conditions of the merchants, although it was a bit hard to complete this, it was by no means impossible.

"Okay."

Ranke thought for a moment and quickly replied - at this time, he saw that other dock workers who had not yet found a job also ran to the merchant to fight for the work.

"Sir, there are six of us here, and we only need four raels for the same time, and we are the fastest working efficiency in the docklands......"

"Wait, sir, our wages are cheaper, three raels are enough......"

……

"Rank, Rowan, what are you doing?"

Mickey and Norman had come to an agreement, and they decided to go to the church to see what was going on. The two young men were still huddled in the sweaty crowd. Mickey walked over, stretched out two strong and powerful arms, and divided the crowd in front of him into two separate rows, and the curse soon sounded in his ears, but Mickey only stared, and all these unpleasant voices were instantly dumbfounded - after all, Mickey, who had been a mercenary for many years, still had a fierce aura that was very different from ordinary people.

Immediately afterward, Norman, who was tall and tower-like, followed Mickey into the crowd.

"Just the four of you?"

The merchant was a little surprised. The two young men were not yet famous, but the two who came later, by virtue of their appearance and the distinctive temperament of the crowd, he could be sure that the four of them were no ordinary dock workers.

And the ability and strength in those eyes made the merchant guess their identity - mercenaries!

And still an elite mercenary!

But why do they come here to do such coolies?

……