Walking to the door of the bar, Moon Shadow stopped---- the heavy oak door had been blackened by the wind and rain, and looked greasy, Sidro took a step forward to open the door.

When the door of the bar was opened, a string of crisp bells rang out, and an indescribable smell came to her face---- but fortunately, she was mentally prepared to move out of the way slightly, and then walked in.

Rao was like this, and she couldn't help but cover her mouth and nose with a handkerchief---- although she knew that it was rude for her to do so, but the smell was ...... It's really unbearable.

The bar was dimly lit, with heavy curtains hidden by heavy curtains, and the counter in front was surrounded by a group of mercenaries, and a troubadour was sitting on an oak barrel playing the harp.

"My family wants to transport a batch of goods to the sea, and they need a group of bodyguards, who is interested?" Sidro shouted, raising his voice as high as he could, trying to silence the noise.

"If you and your adults want mercenaries, let's talk about it here." A gruff voice came from around the corner.

"I'm sorry, there are too many people here, where is Your Excellency?"

Sidro craned his neck and looked around for a moment, stunned not to notice the owner of the voice.

"Here."

A thick arm stretched out from the crowd, and five fingers made a strange gesture, and the mercenaries around them suddenly let out a laugh.

"Mario, your mercenary group has a prosperous business, just give me this business!" A tall, thin, middle-aged man walked down from the second floor.

I saw that this middle-aged man had long chestnut hair, hastily tied with a black ground ribbon behind his head. Wearing a somewhat old leather armor, the scimitar hanging from his waist is not bad, and the style should be from the desert.

He had a pair of boots on his feet that seemed to be from the army's standard equipment, but the owner clearly didn't care about them, and they were worn and almost torn.

"Spiller, if you're interested. I don't mind letting you do this business. ”

The stout arm was down.

Sidro glanced at Moon Shadow and saw that she was noncommittal, so he asked, "Are you interested too?" ”

"What is the job?" Speer asked.

"We have a group of slaves. To get to Hawaii Island, you'll need some bodyguards to escort you. Sidro replied.

"Hawaii Island?"

Spiller frowned, and for a moment did not tell Sidro if he was planning to take the job. Obviously, he did not find any information about Hawa Island for a while.

Sidro was careless, but Moon Shadow noticed when the mercenary named Spiller came down from the upper floor. The voices of the mercenaries next to them suddenly became smaller, and from their eyes, there was disdain and disdain...... There was also fear, but the owner of the voice just now never spoke again. At this moment, another thief-headed mercenary came down from the upper floor. He glanced at Moon Shadow and whispered a few words in Spiller's ear.

"Hehe, this gentleman, my mercenaries and I are willing to serve your lordship!" Spiller said with a smile.

"How many brothers do you have?" Sidro asked.

"There were about twenty or thirty of them, and they were all hundred." Spiller said unashamedly.

"Sidro, we can ask Mr. Mario, maybe it's more appropriate to work with them."

Moon Shadow interjected beside her.

That Spiller didn't even ask how much he was paid, and he bragged about it...... One to hundred. He thought he was Rambo?

Hum! This person is not reliable!

Moon Shadow had already defined this in her mind.

Sidro was about to walk down the steps and squeeze into the crowd when the face of the Spiller suddenly turned cold: "This young lady, if you think that our land is too small, this is not a problem, I can always find some more brothers, but if you want to make me happy." Then you'll pay for it. ”

After speaking. Spiller threw up his neck and whistled, and a dozen mercenaries of all sizes, tall, short, fat and thin, rushed down the stairs. All of them are sideways and fleshy, more like robbers than like mercenaries.

Spieppi smiled and said, "How about it, these people can complete the task, right?" ”

Sidro didn't dare to assert himself, and looked sideways at Moon Shadow.

For Sidro's behavior, the people next to him felt very strange, obviously, Moon Shadow gave everyone the feeling that she was a noble girl who was not yet an adult, and it was already very unusual for her to appear in this kind of place, but Sidro actually wanted to ask her for this kind of thing, it was indeed very strange.

Seeing Moon Shadow shaking his head slightly, Sidro said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Spiller, I want to talk to that Mr. Mario first, I hope you don't mind." ”

"Of course I do!"

Spiller's face was as fickle as June's, he glared at Sidro coldly, then turned his gaze to Moon Shadow, and the men behind him also put their hands on their weapons, making it clear that they were threatening.

However, Spiller was not ready to actually do it, because the thing was strange from head to toe, and he didn't have the guts to do it in Port Prince.

Now, the mercenaries who had stayed next to them were in the mood to turn their gaze away, apparently wanting to see how things would end, and Moon Shadow noticed that the rough voice of the owner who had just spoken in the crowd also turned his head.

It was a middle-aged man with a full beard, wearing a sticky leather armor, broad shoulders, and a broad sword behind his back.

However, there are always many guys with more developed limbs than brains these days, and a big man with a full face jumped out from behind Spiller, stretched out his hand and grabbed Sidro: "Thin monkey, you dare to entertain the masters, let you see it today...... Uh----"

Before he could finish speaking, a white bone claw grabbed his throat, and a skeleton appeared behind him silently.

"Magician!"

"It's a necromancer!"

The mercenaries next to him looked at Moon Shadow again...... Very intimidating feeling, it seems that the necromancer is indeed famous.

"What do you want us to see, uncle?" Moon Shadow asked with a smirk.

"Master Magician, the little one who has eyes and doesn't know Tarzan, please ...... Raise your hands! ”

Spiler's sweat immediately ran down his forehead.

Moon Shadow pretended to be surprised, "You're not a warrior, you can rush up and restrain me." ”

Spiller felt a little dry, what kind of joke, just because the other party did not recite a spell, he easily summoned a skeleton, that is not something he can deal with, I am afraid that even the brother behind him is not someone else's opponent.

"Get out!"

Moon Shadow didn't bother to ramble with him, and sent the skeleton back to the underworld with a wave of his hand.

"Let's go!"

Speerer shouted, and with his men, he staggered back upstairs.