The only guarantee that the gray mercenaries can get in the guild is that if they can't get paid or are assassinated after the mission is completed, the guild will activate the guild funds and issue a head bounty order with a bounty of up to 100,000 gold coins.

Stopping in front of the door, Xue Wuxian saw two signs hanging on both sides of the door, the one on the left was a dagger with this barb, and the one on the right was a long sword pressed against the shield.

Before entering the tavern, you can already hear the noise inside. This is a tavern in an underground guild.

The dagger with a hook is a standard specific to the Killer Guild, while the sword and shield are the standard of the Gray Mercenary Guild.

Walking into the tavern, there was a moment of discomfort, but Xue Wuxian quickly found the person he was looking for, Uncle Faqi was drinking alone in the corner, it seemed very comfortable, seeing this scene, Xue Wuxian couldn't help but feel a little annoyed in his heart, this guy, without saying anything, just played missing, and almost lost his life because of the unlucky guy, he was embarrassed to wander here, really!

Walking over quickly, when Xue Wuxian was about to say something, the Faqi seemed to have expected it, shook his head at Xue Wuji, and motioned for him to sit down, Xue Wuxian and the second monk were puzzled, but after hesitating for a moment, he still sat down according to the meaning of the Faqi Magister, but there was a look of doubt in his eyes, and he didn't know which one the Falu Magister was singing.

Although it was daylight outside, it was quite dark in the open room, there were no open windows on the four walls of the tavern, the thick curtain was raised with the hilt of a sword, and several mercenary-like mermaids walked in. Except for a few guests by the door who glared up in disgust because of the dazzling sunlight, even the waiters in the entire tavern didn't bother to pay attention to them.

The mercenaries who had just come in were obviously regulars here, and suddenly entered the tavern from the sunny outdoors, and their eyes narrowed slightly for a moment before they got used to it.

The curtain was picked up by a young man in the worn armor of a light knight, who was accustomed to striding two steps forward after entering, and guarding his companion behind him with his broad chest and large shield in his left hand;

The partner who came in after was a middle-aged magician, and the blue robe was quite shabby, but the standard on the chest was a high-level magician, in the mercenary world, the magician itself was a minority, and the high-level magician was already relatively rare, and at this level he could already skillfully use a lot of fourth- and fifth-level magic, and as long as he cast spells fast enough in small-scale conflicts, he was already more threatening than two old warriors.

Behind the magician, there was a thin little man - at most a head taller than the average table, his hair was extremely messy, and there was a strong smell on his body, and a few guests on the left immediately noticed the young man after smelling the smell, and subconsciously clenched his wallet.

A man behind him flashed into the tavern with a lighter step than a small man, and the moment the curtain fell, it seemed to disappear into the dim tavern, and only the most attentive person would notice for a moment that a woman of little height seemed to have a long dagger stuck in her waist.

The last person to enter the door was an obvious warrior, carrying a war hammer on his shoulder, apparently a human under twenty years old, but showing enough age to appear to be very casual and half-turn his body to protect the rear of the entire team.

With such a tacit team, it is extremely rare among the small mercenary groups active nearby, and the knight in the armor whispered "borrow light, borrow light" and led a few partners behind him to the front desk in the innermost part of the room.

The front desk is also a place where the underground mercenaries hand over their tasks, and this place is often full of all kinds of mercenaries, and the middle-aged magician seems to be the head of this small group, leaning against the bar and handing over tasks to the clerks inside, and the sound of gold coins rolling on the counter can be faintly heard.

The magician quietly swept all the gold coins into his arms, and then took the latest task catalogue from the clerk's hand, and browsed through it in the dim light.

The little man narrowed his eyes, his gaze fell on the wallet of a guest at a table beside him, and the young man in knight's armor turned around habitually, and his back and the mage's back were faintly attached to each other, and he casually took a large glass of inferior ale handed by the waiter, and his eyes wandered away from the tavern.

Recently, a table was targeted by the little man was a few travelers, and it could be seen that he had no experience in long-distance travel at all, and he casually took out gold coins from the bulging money bag to pay the bill, so that the little man soldier noticed that the money bag also shot out the unique luster of purple gold coins, and the little man subconsciously licked his lips with his tongue.

At the next table were several masked men, who looked like some branch of the elven race, their torsos all extremely slender, and on the edge of the elven forest, no one dared to lift their veils to verify which race they were.

The next two tables were obviously mercenaries from different groups, with long swords and wolf tooth lances placed horizontally and vertically. Farther away, there were several tables that were also clearly organized mercenaries, and at each table someone looked up from time to time to see if there would be a new mission at the counter.

Near the counter were a few mercenaries lying there drinking, and it was clear from their clothing and the slight alert distance between them that these mercenaries were not a mercenary group.

Just as the knightly warrior in armor observed the tavern personnel, the curtain of the bar was lifted again, and a young man in white entered the tavern.

Everyone at the door raised their heads, and it seemed that this young man should not appear in the underground mercenary guild, whether in terms of temperament or the degree of bright clothing.

Dressed in a clean and surprisingly white suit, with an excellent texture of the inner leather boots of the dragon, this pair of boots alone may require an underground mercenary to sell his life for a year, and the young man held an extremely rare spear behind his back in his left hand.

He looks very young, with a straight nose, fair complexion, and so handsome that he needs to be described as pretty, and if it weren't for his burly figure, quite a lot of people would mistake him for a woman dressed as a man.

The young man's long red hair fluttered behind his back, adding infinite dignity, and he tilted his head to see the location of the front desk, and immediately walked over.

The eyes of the knightly armored warrior suddenly shrank, and his right hand suddenly burst out with great strength to hold the hilt of the long sword, and the mage behind him immediately noticed the strangeness of his partner, and looked back at the young man in surprise.