"It doesn't look like there are as many people as you might expect. Looking at the mercenaries in the hall, Charles turned to Allen and said.

"It's impossible for all the mercenaries to wait for the mercenary union to open, and most of the mercenaries haven't come back yet. Alan didn't care about this, and replied as usual.

Sitting in a lounge on the side of the hall, the two of them were watching the flow of people outside the lounge, talking in a low voice from time to time.

The place where they are currently located is the mission hall inside the newly built mercenary union, because it is a church renovation, this hall looks magnificent, the dome above the head is covered with constellation lines, and the sacred and strange statues on the walls on both sides are neatly arranged, quietly watching the tiny ants below.

The location of the task is very similar to the ticket office in Alan's previous life, located on the side of the hall instead of the innermost, the slightly low ticket office is neatly lined up, and a literate clerk sits inside, if a mercenary comes to pick up the task, or someone comes to post the task, they will pick up the pen placed on the table and start writing and drawing in the notebook.

Alan was quite well prepared, the task window was simple and clear, and there were no less than ten "conductors" inside, but now there were only two or three that could be used.

As he said, most of the mercenaries have returned to their respective cities, and have not yet returned to the bay, which is normal.

"I think you should have an opening ceremony. Charles gave him an idea.

After the mercenary union was built, it opened relatively low-key and silently, except for a notice posted in the newspaper and bulletin board in advance, and there was no publicity beyond that.

However, how many can be literate as mercenaries?

The mercenaries who arrived probably only learned about it after hearing about it, and Charles felt that there would definitely be some mercenaries in the city who didn't know that the mercenary union had started working.

However, Alan doesn't think so, for the current mercenary union, publicity and the like are not necessary.

Because there is such a special place in the city, there are no other "peers" to grab the market, and the popularity is also very high, there is no need for him to publicize the opening of the city with great fanfare, let alone any opening ceremony.

Those things are just to attract more attention, but Allen's mercenary union doesn't need to attract anyone's attention, the bay is just such a one, and people in need will naturally come to it.

"The mercenaries are very well-informed with each other. He didn't say much, Alan just explained simply.

"Okay, I'll see if there's anything else I need to improve. Charles thought for a moment, but did not refute his brother's thoughts, but observed something else.

The mercenaries were very curious about the newly opened mercenary union, and every mercenary who came here stopped here for a long time, refusing to leave, and they also saw the two of them, but because of Charles, those people only said hello from a distance, and did not have the idea of getting together.

This seems to make Charles a little distressed, because he originally only planned to leave after a face-to-face, so he didn't care much about his reputation, and now that he has planned to stay for a while, the bad reputation he once painstakingly "managed" is not very good...

The two of them observed the hall for a while, and then saw that there was nothing to see, and then got up and left.

Alan prepares to return to the castle, while Charles walks in the direction of the town hall.

The municipal government is not in the same direction as the castle, but near a church in the city's business district, and Alan had already thought of moving when he built the city hall, so he didn't let the municipal government move to the castle.

"Come on!"

Smiling and sighing, Alan walked towards the castle with a team of guards.

The low, two-story stone buildings on both sides of the road barely maintain a straight line, but the "colorful" appearance looks quite chaotic, not at all a whole, the autumn and winter seasons are windy, but the dirt under your feet still looks extremely wet, and every foot can be stained with black dirt-

Filthy garbage everywhere on the roadside, the smell of fish that lingers around the nose, and a naked beggar passing by every now and then...... Everything made Alan feel like he had a long way to go.

As he hurried to observe the various parts of the city, something suddenly rolled from the side of the road to his feet, and Alan, who had become somewhat vigilant, became alert, and he looked down, only to find that it was just a piece of bread.

There was a sound on the side of the road.

"Mom, why are you holding me back, my bread is gone. ”

"Don't go, I'll pick it up when the lord is over!"

"But when he stepped on it, my bread could not be eaten..."

The childish voice looked a little aggrieved, and Alan looked up to see a young woman holding a pouting little boy standing on the side of the road, looking at them timidly and inferiorly.

Seeing Alan turn his head to look over, the mother and son hurriedly lowered their heads, as if they were very scared, they wanted to go, but they seemed to be reluctant to bear the bread at Allen's feet, so they hesitated a little.

"It seems that my image of being close to the people is gone. Seeing the two of them look like this, Alan couldn't help touching his cheek and sighed in disappointment.

That black gift doesn't create any useful abilities so far, but makes Eren look evil, and he doesn't look good.

The servants in the castle were not used to this kind of change in him, let alone the citizens outside the castle.

"It's not necessarily better to be a good person, and it's not very comfortable to be a bad guy..."

Shaking his head, Alan picked up the piece of bread, the brown and yellow bread was now rolling on the ground, stained with a lot of black dirt and various garbage crumbs, and it looked very dirty.

"Can this still be eaten?"

Seeing that the little boy on the side of the road was looking at him nervously, Alan frowned, and the white light in his hand flashed out and spread to the whole piece of bread.

The white light spread, and a repulsive force appeared, following the white light, I saw all kinds of dirt stained with the bread suddenly falling off the surface of the bread, falling down like bread crumbs, and even a lot of residues were squeezed out of the bread!

Allen's spell was not disguised, so the scene was clearly seen by everyone

But in a blink of an eye, the bread that was still dirty before magically became extremely clean, and the guards and passers-by around looked dull.

"Your lord, you're a magician. I don't know who muttered, causing the others to subconsciously nod their heads, looking in awe.

Do all mages have such magical means?

Then I don't know if it's an illusion, people suddenly feel that Alan seems to have changed a little at this time!

More relatable?

Some passers-by felt that they might have seen it wrong, while others were very sure of it, and their gaze at Allen was even more dazed.

They really don't understand Alan's methods.

The passers-by had different expressions, but Alan only thought that they were the reason for seeing the spell, and did not care, walked up to the woman and the little boy on the side of the road with the purified bread, smiled at the two, and handed the bread to the little boy who was eager to wear it: "I cleaned it up, you can continue to eat." ”

"Thank you, Brother Lord!"

Children don't care about this and that like adults, the childish voice is full of joy, take the bread, look at Allen's eyes with admiration, and then under Allen's gaze, take a hard bite of the bread in his hand.

"Well, it seems to be much better than before. Chewing on the bread, he came to such a sentence that made Alan want to laugh a little.

The woman seemed to want to discipline the impolite child, but Alan was not very good at doing so, so she thanked Alan vigorously, and there was no timid awe on her face.

It seems that in an instant, he is suddenly not afraid of Allen.

This is a strange phenomenon, because according to normal logic, if someone who looks like a bad guy does you a small favor, your first reaction should be to be wary of his bad intentions, rather than genuinely grateful.

However, Alan didn't notice this, and he didn't notice that the eyes of others looking at him were not the same as before, because he was now staring at the six white twinkling stars above the six-pointed star—

With his actions just now, a misty white ball of light floated from the side and merged into his wrist, and the six-pointed star was fully charged!

"There is a mage here?"

Puzzled, he looked up and saw that the passers-by, who were dressed differently, but most of them were no different from ordinary residents, did not look like mages, which made him wonder.

"Maybe it's a reclusive mage. ”

Strange, but didn't pay much attention to it, Alan shook his head and retracted his gaze, then bent down and touched the cute little guy's head with a smile, and turned away.

It was just a small thing for him, but for everyone around him, it was enough to make them sigh for a long time.

The passers-by stayed where they were and talked for a while, until Alan's back disappeared, and they returned to their normal state with different expressions, except for the bread-eating child!

Seeing Allen's back disappear from sight, the little boy who was originally hungry and kept nibbling bread suddenly raised his head, grinned at his mother with crumbs, and then broke free of her palm and ran quickly to an alley on the side of the road, as if he was attracted by something there.

Strangely, the little boy made such a naughty and outrageous act, but the woman did not stop him, but turned away inexplicably.

If one looked closely at her, one would find that the young woman's once vivid eyes had now become dull and dazed, and her legs had moved forward mechanically as if sleepwalking, and like the walking dead, turning strangely back along the way she had come.

The little boy jumped into the alley, his expression still full of innocence, but his eyes had become deep.

As he arrived, a voice rang out from the depths of the alley.

"Why don't you do it?"

The voice was hoarse, as if his voice had been injured before, and it was clearly distinguishable from a normal person's voice.

The little boy jumped down into the alley, laughing and responding, "Don't you see he's a mage?"

"You've killed fewer mages?" sneered in a hoarse voice.

In just one sentence, the little boy had already run into the depths of the alley, and his little figure melted into the shadow of the broken wall, and his voice became much quieter.

"It's a lot, but I never provoke a mage who can cast spells instantly, that's looking for death, and I want to live a few more years. ”

This sentence made a lot of sense, and the voice stopped asking, and after a moment of silence, he spoke again: "What should we do next?"

As if he had left strangely from the depths of the alley, his hoarse voice became much smaller.

The boy's voice was inaudible.

"Let's execute a backup plan...."