The employer's name was Lévin de Fabsier, and he did sound aristocratic.

But since Aya exposed his vassal elegance, Luo Ming took a second look and found that the elegance on the surface could not hide the nouveau riche atmosphere underneath.

However, there is nothing wrong with nouveau riche, merchants and all kinds of people can talk about business, and they are not too high compared to the aristocracy, such as discriminating against mercenaries.

And the remuneration he can give makes every mercenary involved feel like they have met a local tyrant.

Let's just talk about the deposit, the silver-level mercenaries have two gold coins per person, the bronze level has five silver coins per person, and the black iron level also has one silver coin per person (probably because it is convenient to pay without copper coins).

That's a deposit of about thirty gold coins, not to mention the full reward for completing the quest - even a wealthy merchant would have to break his bones with such a sum of money.

Although the Misty Forest is not particularly large, it is not as simple as a small piece of woodland, and it is also seven or eight kilometers away from Bijin City, so Mr. Lvin prepared two and three carriages.

One of the carriages was for seating, and Levin himself sat on it, and there was even a little spare time after the six silver-level mercenaries sat on it. If a mercenary is wounded, it can also be placed in the wagon.

The other carriage was laden with food, and even two cauldrons and a few tents, and it seemed that Mr. Levin was prepared for a protracted battle and would not rest until he "himself" recovered the remains of his ancestors.

Anyway, the strength of his silver-level mercenary is recognized, he can ride in a carriage, and he can also get good food and tents, Luo Ming has no complaints at all.

And it's nice for ordinary mercenaries to be able to eat the food provided by their employers without having to bring their own dry food - many people don't know that portable dry food is sometimes more expensive than a normal meal.

Well, if it's just one or two meals, it's okay to eat some dry bread or death-hard black bread, but a few more meals of this thing will cause a drop in stamina, which is very fatal for a mercenary.

Sitting in the carriage, the group headed in the direction of the Misty Forest.

The speed of the carriage was not fast, but it was also the degree that ordinary people could keep up with by walking quickly, fortunately, few mercenaries would have worse physical fitness than ordinary people, and when fog gradually appeared in the air, and there were trees not far away, the group stopped.

By this time, it was already three days old, and Levin took a parchment roll and began to give orders, first of all, to make a lunch.

Luo Ming flicked behind him, and knew that this was probably a memo of the exploration plan, and it looked very orderly, if it was not for the merchant's experience in using mercenaries, or he had found someone experienced to help plan it.

Although they came to find someone, since it was for their own lunch, the mercenaries naturally didn't care about a little extra effort, some went to the edge of the forest to collect firewood, some went to a closer place to search for some hares, etc., and some took a little from the last remnants of snow that had not yet melted next to it.

Levin's servant set up a cauldron with stones and earth, unloaded some of the food from the cart, reloaded the rest, and began to cook.

Although Luo Ming's level of cooking by himself is not bad, he is still somewhat envious when he looks at such a scene - even in the modern era of the earth, cooking is quite troublesome, and in this world, it takes a lot of effort just to wipe the dishes.

At this moment, he officially took Aya's proposal to heart, and when this mission was over, he would take it seriously.

If you want to live the life of ordinary people in the previous life in this world, you have to become an aristocrat to be possible, as for reform, promoting social progress or something, people who have no authority and strength say that these are just fools' dreams.

Originally, he was just a martial arts practitioner, and he didn't look for a job in his previous life, but he just took a temporary position in the master's security company, so he didn't know much about them.

After a while, the meal was ready, strictly a soup with some meat, and each mercenary was given a not-so-inferior piece of brown bread and a slice of sausage.

Depending on the level, the food will also be different. The silver-level mercenaries ate white bread, and vegetables and diced meat could be seen in the soup on the plate, and each person could eat a sausage as long as a thumb.

Levin even had his servant slice the bread he ate and a layer of jam before he ate it slowly.

Of course he's an employer, there's nothing to say about that. And high-level mercenaries eat well, so they have to do heavier work.

After lunch, everyone rested for a while and began to carry out the preliminary tasks.

Several silver-level mercenaries, including Luo Ming, each led two bronze-level mercenaries into the forest from different directions.

One of the bronze-level mercenaries also opened his throat and roared twice, and then several roars rang out from the direction of the others.

"What is this for?" asked Luo Ming, somewhat surprised.

"Ah, this, it's a kind of warning to the monsters and beasts in advance. ”

Another mercenary, who didn't shout, replied, "You may not know, but most of the beasts and some of the monsters actually perceive that many humans are together, and they will treat us as if we were wolves passing by, and will retreat a little. ”

"Of course, sometimes some demonic beasts will be angered, but they are already short-tempered and will attack people sooner or later. Fortunately, with a few of you here, ordinary Warcraft can easily solve it. ”

Halfway through the words, Luo Ming turned his head sharply and glared in one direction in the forest—and the long sword had been unsheathed and held in his hand long from the beginning.

He thought for a moment, raised his sword, and adjusted the direction and angle slightly, allowing the reflected sunlight to shine on that side.

I only heard a low roar from there, and the grass and trees shook slightly, and then the sense of danger in my mind disappeared.

"It's Mistress Granty's partner......" Although the bronze-level mercenary was a little slower than Luo Ming's reaction, he was not a mediocre hand after all, and he had already realized what was going on.

The fact that Luo Ming easily scared off a demonic beast made the mercenary look at him with admiration.

However, Luo Ming himself knew best, originally he just wanted to flash the eyes of the demonic beast over there with the sword light, if it escaped, it would be good, if it was provoked, it would be out of the latent state, and it would lose its eyesight for a short time, how could Luo Ming be afraid of it?

However, this kind of thing naturally does not need to be explained to outsiders.

After that, Luo Ming didn't encounter any magical beasts - magical beasts are not rats and rabbits, they each have their own territory to feed themselves, and they generally don't appear in groups. Encountering a fawn, Luo Ming did not make a move in the spirit of sustainable development, and the two mercenaries did not move.

As we go deeper into the forest, the fog gradually thickens. Even Aya couldn't tell what the principle was for the time being, and the mercenaries only knew that the fog was not poisonous. Fortunately, at least for now, I can see things clearly within thirty or forty meters.

According to Levin's instructions, the three of them returned in a half-circle, and in this way, an area with a radius of five or six hundred meters was roughly driven away to ensure that there were no dangerous demonic beasts.

Back at the camp at the edge of the forest, several people had already returned, and a large number of Black Iron mercenaries were dispatched from the direction they were responsible to start searching.

However, there was one man who had not yet returned—the stout old man.

"That old man, I remember that his name was Gandu, why hasn't he come back yet?" Luo Ming asked casually.

Granty didn't quite know about the old man, but another silver-level mercenary, a young mage named Hendrik, replied with a smile.

"Because I'm also a spellcaster, I've learned a little bit. Mr. Gandu, he only came to Bijin City not long ago, and it is not surprising that everyone does not know. ”

"No, no, no, that's weird...... That old man is actually a spellcaster?