Chapter Seventy-Six: Best Friends

Compared with the mercenaries who generally maintain a neutral posture, the big man "flower arm" standing next to the counter is much more hostile, and it is clear that he is not good at stubble, his arms tattooed with messy patterns are crossed and hugged in front of his chest, his eyes are sharp, and he is staring at the three people up and down without concealment, and the breath is released, and the strength of the fourth-level soldiers is very clear, full of the nature of demonstration.

Judging from the position he is standing in, and his personal cultivation is quite good, it is estimated that he is a key member of the security work in this mercenary house, responsible for giving all kinds of people who come in a dismount, saving some people from knowing what to do, which is both verbose and troublesome, and affects normal business.

As for the back of the counter, on a broken chair, there is an old man who is napping with his head down, his body is shriveled, his beard and hair are gray, and the specific appearance is not clear, but the breath of the whole body is quite completely constricted, ordinary like the bad old man who can be seen everywhere outside, the kind that will fall down if he bumps lightly, at this moment his body is shaking slightly, and even the broken chair under his ass is shaking, making a "babbling" sound, which makes people very worried that the chair will fall apart at any time, and the old man will fall on his back and be unlucky.

If you don't tell, the old man is really the person in charge here.

"Hahaha, dear George, remember me?"

The old butler saw the listless old man behind the counter, and greeted him with a loud voice and a smile.

The old man named George was awakened by the deafening sound, raised his head and looked at Plitander carefully several times, the person who came was so familiar, he should have a good relationship with him, but he thought about it left and right, and after thinking for a long time, he didn't think about it, who was the burly old man in front of him, wearing a gray mage robe, so he had to ask: "Are you?" The tone and expression were with the caution unique to the old fritters.

Plitander snapped his fingers, laughed, and said, "I'm Plitander." Why did you even forget me?"

With the sound of the old butler's two fingers, George's confused eyes instantly became clear and thorough, and his numb expression became much more vivid, and he greeted him with surprise, and said with a smile: "Ah, ah, ah, it's Plitander! Look at my memory, it's really terrible, I can't even think of my old friend for a while, it's really damned." Alas, this man is old, and his memory is much worse, so many old friends can forget it. ”

Babbling and chattering, George who approached grabbed the old butler's wrist, pointed at him with the other hand, and blamed: "You too, haven't you been here for many years? In the end, the boring old face also became bright.

"You're still the same, not getting old at all. It's me, my body is not as good as before, and my old waist that was injured that year is often sick, and I don't even go out and around less with these years. Alas!"

Plitander patted George on the shoulder affectionately and explained his condition with a wry smile.

With a look of concern, George asked, "Is it better now?" Speaking of which, isn't it a word 'poor' that harms us? It's all because we were so poor back then, and we had to risk going around in order to have enough to eat. If there is a good way, who would be stupid enough to be a precarious mercenary. ”

The old George and Plitander were talking happily, rambling about the past, and the tall mercenary in charge of the town on the other side was confused and surprised, he had followed George in Manny Foster City for ten years, and he had never seen Plitander once, let alone the old shopkeeper who had always had a strong personality, like an ordinary old man, Rory said some short nonsense in the family, and the whole image was subverted.

Of course, judging from George's unusually enthusiastic energy, this old mage who met him for the first time was not good-looking, although he did not mix well from the simple dress, but he had a deep friendship with the old shopkeeper.

Since it was his own family, the big mercenary put away the bird look that everyone owed him hundreds of silver keen, and barely squeezed out a smile.

Normer and Dawn smiled obediently, and stood aside and listened to the old butler's nonsense, all of them looking like good boys.

Plitander's health is good, they have never seen the old butler suffer from low back pain, seeing him casually talk a few nonsense, they talked and laughed with the person in charge of the mercenary house who originally had a straight face and looked like a crying mourner, and cared for each other, if it weren't for the fact that the two of them had never heard in the old butler's mouth that he had such an "old friend" as George, they almost had to believe that they were really old friends who hadn't seen each other for more than ten years, and they had a good friendship.

Feeling the old butler's profound skills in talking to people and talking about ghosts, Normer and Dawn soon found that the topic gradually shifted from chattering to the two of them.

I saw the old housekeeper raise his hand and point at the two of them, and said, "The reason why I came out this time is mainly because I want to take the younger generations of the family to see the world, and by the way, see if there is any better way for young people to walk." You can't let them be like me, an old guy who can't make a difference, and they won't be able to do it for the rest of their lives. ”

After speaking, the old butler tilted his chin towards George, and motioned to Normer and the two, "Why don't you call Uncle Yet?"

"Uncle. ”

"Hello Uncle George. ”

Normer and Dawn hurriedly followed Plitander's prompts and addressed each other, and Dawn greeted the old man even sweetly.

"Good, good. George looked at the two young men seriously, and said in amazement: "I didn't expect that there would be such a clever girl in your family, and it hasn't reached fifteen this year, right?

"I'm fourteen this year. ”

The girl replied obediently, and after speaking, she casually glanced at her brother from the corner of her eye.

Normer, who was beside her, rolled her eyes helplessly, people were more angry than people. Standing with the girl has this problem.,Obviously, the old housekeeper is introducing the two of them to each other at the same time.,Obviously he's much taller than Chenxi.,Theoretically it's much more conspicuous.,It's a pity that no matter who sees the two of them.,Will only stay on the girl for the first time.。

Just like old George at this moment, he glanced at him hastily, and focused his attention on the morning light, looking at the morning light with a kind and kind gaze, as good as her own uncle, but ignoring himself who was also close at hand.

Sure enough, appearance is justice!

Fortunately, Normer has been accustomed to this kind of treatment since he was a child, and once again the teenager who was treated as air showed a good cultivation, and at the same time couldn't help but whisper, the unknown saint who was the first in history to summarize and advocate that men should pay attention to inner cultivation and not be easily disturbed by external affairs and external objects, especially the contemptuous attitude of others, did he often encounter such embarrassing scenes in his life, so as to inspire him and inspire him to refine such philosophical views?

George withdrew his kind gaze from the girl's face and asked Plitendre, "Since it is our own child, everything is negotiable." Unfortunately, there is no easy way to make a fortune in the mercenary family, but I happen to have a task here, which is an escort mission entrusted by the Marquis of Ryder's family from the royal capital, and the pay is twice as much as usual. I see that these two children are very good-looking, and they are quite in line with the requirements put forward by others, but I don't know how their current cultivation is, and whether the soldiers of several levels can be qualified for the duties of escort. ”

"You also know that the journey from here to the royal capital is not only quite far, but the road has not been safe in recent years. George deliberately explained.

"This task of escorting nobles, it is necessary to value strength, why do you still emphasize appearance?"

The old butler was very interested when he heard this, and asked about the specifics of the task.

George shook his head and gave the background information.

It turned out that some time ago, several children of the Marquis of Ryder in the royal capital followed a female elder of the family to visit monuments such as Doomsday Valley and Visigothic Gate, which is also a very common thing. The first half of the journey went well, the problem was when I came back, I don't know if it was bad luck or what the reason, I happened to encounter a strong passer-by thief, an accident and an ambush under the fierce battle, several guards who escorted them from the royal capital were either killed or seriously injured, the defense strength of the whole team suddenly dropped to a very low level, and it was no longer able to bear the heavy responsibility of escorting the children of their nobles back to the royal capital safely, so they had to temporarily send a reward to the mercenary family in the city, asking them to send the right people to assist, and the nobles who were responsible for defending the marquis's family on the return journey。

Of course, as a veteran nobleman from the royal capital, the butler of the Ryder family who came forward to negotiate with him not only put forward a normal requirement, but also put forward a special clause, that is, the mercenaries sent by the mercenary family to serve as escorts must be strong, reliable, sober and smart, and their facial features must also be thoughtful, simply put, the better they look, the more they meet the requirements.

It would be even better if there were more female mercenaries, and depending on the number of people, the commission could be further increased.

When he first heard about this special condition, George rolled his eyes in his heart countless times, and he didn't choose a son-in-law, what is the importance of this appearance to the mercenaries who are responsible for fighting and killing? Could it be that the handsome strongman who robbed the road or the enemy who came to seek revenge would see that the mercenaries escorted were handsome, and let go of the great opportunity to eliminate the younger generation of their Ryder family for a while?

As for the female mercenaries, it's not that George is sexist, but the reality is grim, even if the rating is the same, the real overall combat power of the vast majority of female mercenaries is still not as good as that of men, especially in terms of strength, endurance and explosiveness, there are more or less gaps, and it is difficult to make up for it through the advantages of carefulness and dexterity.

Therefore, according to convention, the female mercenaries in a mercenary group usually do not exceed 20% of the total combat power.

Aristocrats, there are always some quirks, otherwise they can still be regarded as aristocrats? Especially for an old aristocrat like the Ryder family, there are more places to pay attention to, and no matter how weird the requirements are, it is really normal.

As the head of the mercenary house in Manny Ford City, old George naturally wouldn't have trouble with the jingle money, and it was a lot of commissions, so he agreed to all the conditions said by the housekeeper of Ryder House.

As a result, it took a full week, and George almost sorted out the internal and external mercenaries who could go out of the city, and most of the strength to meet the needs was stuck in the level of appearance, seeing that there were still a few places left at hand to make up enough mercenaries to meet the escort task, and it was a problem. I didn't expect someone to send a pillow when I was sleepy, and when I was in danger, there were two little guys, Normer and Dawn, and the only thing to worry about now is whether they are strong enough, after all, they are too young.

"Don't underestimate my children. The two of them are both fourth-level peak soldiers, didn't expect it?"

After listening to George's relays of the employer's request, the old butler patted his chest with great pride, and told him the "true" strength of Normer and Dawn, his smile was slightly strange and proud, looking at George and the mercenaries in the house, Plitander clearly had a strong confidence in the strength of his own children, and he couldn't wait to show off, just waiting to see their surprised expressions.

Normer and Dawn hurriedly raised their heads and chested, and cooperated with the old butler to put on a strong appearance.