"Post-mercenary era?"

"What do you mean?"

Before Patrick and Lukka could ask questions, the mercenaries beside Feder had already asked questions in their place. Feder didn't think about what Orlando said, because he knew that the "post-mercenary era" was just a mercenary guild that wanted to "intimidate" all the mercenaries at the first time, and he was instead concerned with the rhetoric of "let all the mercenaries join us".

A regimental commander stood up and asked, "Commander Orlando mentioned the post-mercenary era, have we already experienced the mercenary era, or have we experienced the pre-mercenary era?"

Orlando looked at the mercenary impatiently, "You should ask other people this kind of question, I will only answer what the post-mercenary era is." ”

"So what is the post-mercenary era. ”

"The post-mercenary era will no longer be an era in which mercenaries fight on their own, this era will appear when the mainland is divided, that is, at this moment. ”

Some slightly smarter mercenaries have already guessed a few points, and according to Orlando's previous words, it seems that the mercenary guild wants to unite more mercenary groups and make the entire mercenary guild stronger. Such strength and unity will help the Mercenary Guild face the strife of the nations and the emerging independent alliances. The so-called mercenary era is nothing more than an era of mercenaries, and the post-mercenary era mentioned by Orlando is an era of mercenary unions, just as the Independent Alliance wants to unite the lords who are outside the state system.

However, the relatively intelligent mercenaries did not share their inner analysis, and those with questions kept asking Orlando questions. Even if Orlando's answer became shorter and shorter, the mercenaries didn't care about the change in Orlando's face, and you and I became confused.

"You said you want all mercenaries to join you, is it that the mercenary guild intends to accept all the mercenary groups in the entire continent?"

"That's the people of the Moon Shield Mercenary Regiment, and they're going to join the Mercenary Guild too?"

"What is a common goal? We are mercenaries, why should we set a common goal?"

The mercenaries were gossiping, but Orlando didn't say anything, instead silently stepped down from the high platform and returned to his place to sit down. He stared at Fenrir as he stepped off the stage, as if he was disappointed that he hadn't seen Phyll's face.

A young man who looked like a little girl selling flowers was walking out of the crowd with his head bowed, his hands lowered, placed in front of his robe, and walked up to the high platform step by step. Few of the mercenaries noticed the boy, who kept making a loud noise, as if someone would answer their questions if they were loud enough.

"Hey, little ghost, this is not the place for you!" shouted a mercenary leader pointing at the young man standing on the stage, but the young man did not respond, just silently looked at the upper of his shoes.

"The Elder asked me to convey something to you. ”

Fidel and some of the mercenaries heard the young man's voice for the first time, it was not loud, but it had the power to penetrate through the noise.

"What? what did you say?" The mercenary who shouted loudly just now was still calling, as soon as he saw the young man bowing his head hard, he didn't even dare to look at him, and an inexplicable courage filled his body, after all, this is the territory of the mercenary guild, and he rarely has a chance to dominate.

"The Elder asked me to convey something to you. ”

"Can you say it again?" The mercenary who took a big step closer to the high platform was suddenly grabbed by the collar by Birel! Birel, who had been drunk and fell in the chair, was like a poisonous snake attacking, lifting the strong mercenary easily, this action made all the mercenaries startled, and the mercenaries who were still chattering just now immediately quieted down.

The mercenary leader's eyes widened, "Birrell... Captain Birrell... How... What's wrong?"

"I'm asleep, but I can still hear the communicator's voice clearly!" Birrell was as easy as holding up a papaya, "You stupid pig, you have been questioning our communicator's words, I don't know what to do... Do you know who he represents?"

"It's... Who is it?" the mercenary was already frightened, and he began to realize that his arrogant performance had angered the powerful Birrell and the other mercenary guild leaders with gloomy faces.

"Captain Birrell, please let go of this leader, the Elder asked me to convey something to you, I think it will be conveyed now...", said timidly, the communicator, who had been rubbing his hands together uneasily and looking down at the upper of his shoes all the time. Birrell, who was still angry just now, immediately threw the mercenary to the ground and turned back to his place.

Octavia asked in a low voice, "What is the origin of that young man, is he the son of the head of the Mercenary Guild, and why are even those unruly leaders afraid of him?"

The communicator turned his head to look at Octavia's face as soon as he said the word "son". Reese and Orlando also looked at Fed's side in unison, but fortunately Fright reacted quickly and immediately let the tall Patrick cover half of his face.

"Please listen attentively to what I have to say," the young servant's voice was not loud, and his appearance was unremarkable, but all the leaders of the Mercenary Guild were in awe of him, "The Lord is here, but for some special reasons, it is inconvenient for him to appear here, and what the Lord wants to say to you will be conveyed by me." ”

As soon as the messenger said this, the mercenaries became nervous. Even Fed, too, had a relationship with the guild leader, and the other party always gave people a sense of incomprehension. It seems to be the oppression brought by the heat wave, and it is also like the suffocation of the wind, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.

After confirming that no one was whispering any more, he continued, "The Elder is also my master, and he hopes that the mercenaries attending today's gathering of the Mercenary Future will put aside their preconceptions, calm down, and seriously consider what I am about to convey to you. Even if these things may surprise some, these are what the Elder wants to say to you. ”

Some of the mercenaries wanted to remind the communicator to speak quickly, but they had already seen the reverence of the Grand Master for the communicator, so they had never had much patience and could only listen patiently to the communicator's slow speech.

"The gathering of 'Mercenary Future' is to make all talented mercenaries in the mainland realize that the future of mercenaries is in your hands, and the arrival of the post-mercenary era also means that the era of mercenaries attached to other forces has passed, and mercenaries are about to grasp more power and greater power. This is the choice of the times, and it is also an irreversible trend. Only by recognizing this will you be able to survive in the post-mercenary era. ”

Most of the people were listening carefully to the communicator's words, but there were already some mercenaries who disagreed with the communicator's last words from the bottom of their hearts - they had long been accustomed to surviving under their own swords, rather than relying on hugging others to get a chance to survive. When they heard that Orlando had all the mercenaries join the guild, they had the idea of leaving, after all, they didn't necessarily come here to join the mercenary guild.

As if hearing the voices of these people, the communicator suddenly asked, "Is there anyone here who disagrees with the Elder Father?"

After nearly half a minute of silence, a squadron leader standing in the back row replied loudly: "That's right! No matter what the times and trends are, I think we mercenaries can be left alone! It is impossible that we cannot survive because of the change of the times!"

"yes," some of the mercenaries whispered.

The communicator didn't look at him: "Is this your idea, or is it the idea of your mercenary group?"

"Even if the leader of the Mercenary Guild is here, I still have to say what I think! That's my personal opinion! I'm Milwaukee, the squadron leader of the Bucks Mercenary Regiment!" the squadron leader shouted again, and his words were echoed in a low voice by some of the mercenaries.

"Milwaukee Squadron Leader, it's courageous..."The communicator's suddenly lowered voice made the Squadron Leader who dared to speak up tense, but what he feared didn't happen, and no one from the Mercenary Guild kicked him out of the venue.

"I think so too!"

"I agree with Squadron Leader Milwaukee too!"

Several mercenaries and a mercenary group leader echoed each other, and the leader actually hoped that this unusual voice would attract the attention of the guild leader, and then he was selected into the nine mercenary groups, and his echo was just speculation.

"I see, the elders appreciate courageous people," Orlando and Reese looked helpless as soon as the messenger finished saying this, but half of Reese's face was hidden behind the veil, so no one noticed that her expression had changed.

"Commander, what do you think?"

"Listen quietly. ”

The communicator continued: "When all the capable and purposeful mercenaries on the continent are combined into one force, then even if it is a storm, it can go to the sun under the leadership of the guild. This is also the goal that the Elder had set up the Mercenary Guild with in mind - to unite all the mercenaries and become in the same boat. ”

This is the original intention of the establishment of the Mercenary Guild in the first place? Fei De couldn't help but think of a scenario, that scenario is that the mercenaries of the mainland eventually became the only military force on the mainland, and the mercenaries also became a strong shield to protect peace. In that scenario, there was no distinction between state powers, and peace that knew no borders would be concluded by mercenaries. This is also a scene that Fidel once saw in his dreams, which is completely different from the path of "unity and peace" that his father pursued.

"All those in the same boat are pursuing the same goal, which is to establish a continent of eternal peace, a peace created by the mercenaries themselves, no more strife, no more wars. ”

It sounded childish and naïve, but for a moment it hit Fidel's heart. Especially the last sentence, which was said by Fidel's mother before she died, holding Fidel's hand.