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As twilight began to fall, a team of more than a dozen mercenaries was preparing to rest for the night in a cave settlement on the outskirts of the Far North Mountains.

Under the command of the middle-aged male captain who looked strong and wore a half-body iron armor, the mercenary team of more than ten people began to be on guard around the fire and prepared for vigilance, and began the process of staying overnight.

It can be seen that most of the members of this mercenary team are experienced guys in the field, except for a few clumsy and obviously newcomers, the other mercenaries basically cooperated very tacitly, and quickly cleaned up the cave into a temporary camp at night, and began to raise a roaring fire.

Of course, the reason for setting up the camp so quickly is that this cave is often used as a camp by those mercenaries in the Far North Mountains, and this mercenary team is equivalent to rebuilding it directly in a set place.

"William, have you set up the trap?"

"Quick! Help bring the firewood and get some more oil!"

"Check the ground and cave walls for nests of poisonous insects or other 'cute' little things, and sprinkle them around with those insect repellent medicines, otherwise you won't want to touch those things at night!"

A few mercenary old fritters watched the actions of the three flustered novices in the team, and joked with a sly smile on their faces// The three newcomers who joined the mercenary team for less than half a month followed the team into the Far North Mountains for the first time.

It seems that in that world and that industry are the same, the old people will "bully" the newcomers, or simply squeeze the newcomers in the name of "education" and "guidance". The three new mercenaries were apparently "enjoying" the kind of commanded treatment of the newcomers, being called like servants by the old fritters.

"Alright, you guys don't go overboard!" In the end, the mercenary captain couldn't stand it and interrupted the bad taste of the old fritters under his hands, and then turned his head to look at the three newcomers who were a little overwhelmed for a while before he spoke: "William, you take a newcomer out to inspect it, and the other two newcomers will keep vigil in the middle of the night before night!"

The captain, who has been in the mercenary industry for almost ten years, is obviously more knowledgeable than the mercenaries under his command, and as a superior, he also knows how to maintain the relationship between the old and the new. Although the three newcomers have just joined the team, and they are not very good in entering the Far North Mountain Range this time, at least they are also the combat power of the lower rank of gray iron, and it is difficult to say whether they will become the backbone of the team in the future

"Yes! Captain!" *N

Listening to the words of the mercenary captain who had established a high prestige in the team, everyone, including the old mercenaries, looked at each other and agreed.

Afterwards, the mercenaries calmed down and began to prepare their dinner and sleeping place for the evening. A mercenary who looked to be in his thirties also left the cave with a new mercenary to make a tour around the cave.

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In the grove outside the cave, Wright looked at Uncle William, who was silently patrolling in front of him, and finally couldn't help the doubts and dissatisfaction in his heart and complained to Uncle William he knew.

"Uncle William! Is that what life is like for a mercenary?"

Above the horizontal line, Wright, who had short chestnut hair and a sturdy body, ignored the smell of the leather armor on his body that he had worn for more than ten days, and complained to Uncle William, who was exploring the path in front of him.

As the youngest son of a freeman in a noble fiefdom near Ernst's domain, Wright himself was physically strong from an early age and entered the military camp in the territory as a teenager to receive relevant training as a warrior, and as a result, he successfully reached the standard of a warrior in the lower rank of gray iron when he was fifteen and almost sixteen years old - this speed is actually quite good, which is a little more than the normal level of ordinary people.

Then Wright, who had heard some businessmen boasting about the adventures of a brave man with a few half-bucket water traveling poets, was unwilling to be lonely, and rejected his father's proposal to find a relationship to join the garrison in the aristocratic territory where his family was located, and resolutely joined the mercenary team of Uncle William, who was related to him.

However, after coming out, Wright found that the difficulty of the adventurous life was definitely not as pleasant as he imagined, on the contrary, compared to the mercenary life inside and outside the home, it could be said that it was a certain hardship.

Although the mercenary team will solve the three aspects of food, accommodation, and itinerary in the four major items of clothing, food, housing, and transportation, it is natural that it will not be as comfortable as Wright's home.

The cheapest brown bread (which can be used as a throwing weapon or brick for a few days), air-dried meat (if you don't deal with it, you can directly break the front teeth of ordinary people) is the most common food, and accommodation is also the cheapest hotel or even sleeping in the wilderness. As for the line? Well, measure the vastness of the earth with your own feet!

If this was the case, Wright, who was carried away by those heroic adventures, might have been able to endure with his future expectations despite his enthusiasm, but then the mercenary team escorted a small caravan to Barony Ernst, and the action into the Far North Mountains completely left Wright speechless!

Just entered the outskirts of the mountain range, spent two days hunting a few mutated beasts that were not yet demonic beasts, and found a dozen or so medicinal herbs, and then returned the same way? Is this really the kind of mercenary adventure life you imagined???

"Huh? Little Wright, what do you think would happen otherwise?"

Listening to the words of the little guy behind him who was related to him, William, who had been working in the mercenary industry for almost twenty years, certainly understood the meaning of the little guy behind him, and replied to Wright behind him.

However, William felt that as a relative of this little guy, he still had to mention this little guy a little.

"The mercenary profession is inherently a dangerous profession, and most mercenaries will never survive the day they quit if they live as risky as you want!" While watching the movement in front of him, William, who was explaining to the little guy behind him, listened to the somewhat heavy wheezing voice behind him, and continued to explain slowly: "A word of advice for you, if you want to quit the mercenary business alive and be with your family, don't apply the things in those adventure stories to yourself!"

Listening to the words of Uncle William in front of him, Wright, who was about to say something, suddenly felt as if someone had been splashed with a wooden bucket of cold water.

It would not be easy to have an expectation that would have been broken, but more importantly, Wright's sanity told him that Uncle William, who was related to him, was right. Judging from Wright's personal experience of more than half a month, the mercenary profession is indeed not as good as he imagined, and it can even be said that at most the income is much higher than that of a free citizen or a farmer, but it is also much more dangerous in terms of danger and safety.

However, Wright was still deceiving himself at the time, but now that his relative, Uncle William, has broken this relationship, he doesn't know how to convince himself after his dreams are shattered.

"Click-"

Just when Wright felt a little confused in his mind and didn't know what to say, suddenly a somewhat crisp cracking sound came from under his feet.

"Uh-huh???" *2

Hearing this, both William and Wright suddenly asked questions, and then looked at Wright's feet.

When William and Wright used their weapons to push away the noisy grass, they found a half-exposed, broken bone arm.

"It is estimated that it is the bones of a mercenary who died here before!" After just glancing at the hand bones with a pair of leather tattered gloves on them, William, who had seen many dead people and bones, summed up this information.

"Boy, let's help dig a pit and bury this corpse!"

With the long sword in his hand stabbing the ground a few times, and making sure that there was a skeleton in the dirt less than half a foot deep below, William did not hesitate to start digging a hole on the other side and shouted to Wright, who was still dumbfounded.

"Oh?!!"

Wright, who didn't know what he was thinking, was awakened by William's words, and while responding, he walked up to William as if sleepwalking, and then began to draw his dagger and start digging a hole.

Although the dagger is not very suitable for digging pits, as a gray iron upper and gray iron lower warriors, it is not much of a problem to dig a pit one meter wide and half a human deep with a dagger, and it will not take long.

"Uncle William, why are we digging a pit? Are you going to bury this guy?"

When he saw William carefully start to dig the bones of the dead on the other side, Wright, who finally came to his senses, asked Uncle William with some puzzlement.

"That's right! Boy, this is also a default rule for mercenaries" William, who had just dug up a human skull, didn't return his head, and then continued to dig while saying: "If you see the bones of a dead mercenary outside, people who also belong to mercenaries will help dig a pit and bury the bones!" Because no one knows if one day if he dies outside, the corpse will become a delicacy for beasts or monsters."

"So that's the case" Listening to William's explanation, Wright had an admiring look on his face, and then when he was about to step forward to help, he heard William's second half of the words.

"Of course, the money and weapons carried on the bones will go to the burying person! Wow, it seems that there is some gain this time, the money bag on this unlucky guy has not fallen, let me see"

Under Wright's slightly glazed gaze, William pulled out a furry purse that had not yet been broken, and cheered as he began to examine the money he had scavenged from the dead man's bones.