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"Two, I'm Ragnar, the leader of the Iron Fist Mercenary Regiment, can I go in?"

There was silence in the room for a moment, and then an ethereal female voice came out, "Please come in." ”

Pushing open the door, Ragnar saw the two people sitting in the chair and said, "You two can come to me if you need anything here, the current dense forest..."

Dealing with the two young men who he had almost assumed in his mind as 'adventurous' from a large family, Ragnar subconsciously said what he was ready as soon as he pushed the door open.

But as if his throat was blocked by a foreign object, Ragnar stood at the door in a daze, glanced at Mei who was sitting in the chair opposite him, and his face changed greatly!

His eyes hurried to the body of another young man sitting in a chair with his eyes slightly closed.

Gray-clad Juggernaut!

If Loren, who has a plain appearance, is not so easy to recognize, then Mei, who has always been inseparable from him, is like representing the murderous name of the gray-clothed sword saint.

With long silver hair, pointed ears, and peerless appearance, he is the only High Elf in the human world!

Ragnar had been in the mercenary world for so long, and the legend of the gray-clothed swordmaster had already made his ears callous, but at this moment, seeing these two young people sitting in his temporary residence in the jungle, Ragnar's first reaction was that this was impossible!

But eyes don't deceive, there is no doubt that the one sitting in front of him at this time is the gray-clothed Sword Saint!

Mei sat upright in the chair, looked at Ragnar who was stunned in place with a cold face, and said for a long time, "If there is nothing else to ask you to leave, he likes to be quiet." ”

Hearing May's voice, Ragnar came back to his senses, but by the time he realized it, a lot of cold sweat had oozed from his back!

Only then did he clear his throat and hurriedly said, "Excuse me." ”

With that, he gently closed the door and left Loren's room, but the moment he stepped into the door, the shock in his heart made him look dazed...

This sky-high bounty guaranteed by the great forces of the three parties has even attracted a peerless fierce god like the gray-clothed Sword Saint here!

Is there any other reason why such a person would go on this troubled water for 100,000 gold coins?

Standing in the corridor, he saw the brother waiting for him on the side, and his face was very solemn!

After a moment of silence, he said, "From now on, everyone must keep a distance of five meters from that room, understand?"

Seeing that their regiment commander's face was so serious, the mercenary smiled and asked in a low voice, "Regiment commander, what are the identities of those two people inside?"

Ragnar glanced at the young subordinate and patted him on the shoulder, "You first explain what I told the others to do, I have something to go out, remember, don't provoke those two people, this is an order." ”

Seeing that his regiment leader was so serious, the mercenary nodded, "I'll do it immediately." ”

Listening to the departing footsteps of his men, Ragnar glanced back at the door of Loren's room in the distance, his right hand clenched into a fist.

After roaming the mercenary world for so long, Ragnar would not have been able to make this day without his extraordinary mind.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and this 'sky-high bounty' incident became more and more unpredictable for him, and on the surface, it seemed to be a normal bounty task.

But come to think of it, he'd never heard of the so-called Azure Tower and the Council of Truth, let alone their owner, Bianca Iceling.

Ragnar thought he knew a lot about the Mystic World, but he had heard of all the Mystics who were somewhat famous, except for this Azure Tower that suddenly appeared.

Could it be that such an obscure mystic organization can make a cross-regional theocracy like the Holy See, as well as the three major families, fight against the royal family of Berland!

Thinking as he walked, Ragnar put on his poncho in his room and stood at the door of the inn, "Bart, Turan, you two go out with me." ”

...

At this time, Yate was in a dry place, and in the office room that originally belonged to the lord of the city of Dense Forest, there was a middle-aged man wearing leather armor and an ordinary appearance standing in front of him.

"Do you mean that the big guy will be transported to the Dark Forest the next morning at the latest?

The middle-aged man's face was indifferent, "I'm just in charge of telling you about this, please be prepared, that adult attaches great importance to this matter." ”

Standing on the wooden floor, Art looked at the middle-aged man, these beings from the mysterious institutions of the Holy See never show their true faces, and were silent for a moment, "I know, let them wait for my good news." ”

...

Ragnar was standing outside the manor with his men waiting for a briefing from the guards.

Despite the heavy rain, he had to stand here and wait, after all, the man he wanted to see was the Knight Captain of the Knights of Fiona!

To be able to create such a large team of mercenaries, only those who have actually run a mercenary group can understand the difficulties involved.

Personnel management, financial problems, and all kinds of burdens are enough to disintegrate any mercenary group with more than twenty people.

Even if it is the Iron Fist mercenary group, for this team of less than thirty people, Ragnar has taken great pains.

The knight had guessed that this so-called Knights of Fiona had a big force behind it, but under investigation, especially from the mouths of those mercenaries from the north, the background of this Knights of Fiona was as clean as a blank sheet of paper! Of course, in addition to some business cooperation with the Bran-royal family and Albizi, the leader himself believed in the Holy Light, how could a mere mercenary group be able to alarm the Holy Light Holy See and reach out to crush the behemoth of the Scorching Sun Royal Family!

Now everyone agrees on the only fact, that is, this Knights of Fiona did not know what good luck they had taken, and they obtained a huge treasure from the Solomonic dynasty!

Otherwise, to maintain such a knightly brigade that only a medium-sized city can afford to support, with the meager income of the mercenaries, it will not take a week, and the fodder for the horses alone can feed them poor!

Seeing the guard walking in front of him, Ragnar took his thoughts back again.

"Commander Ragnar, please come with me. ”

The hard-soled riding boots creaked slightly against the manor's smooth gravel pavement, and the rain was still falling, like a torrent of water hitting the ground, as if the earth was roaring, and the whole world was roaring.

Walking into the house, Ragnar took off his fish skin and handed it to the guard who was in charge of receiving it, and as he walked up the stairs, he felt that this Knights of Fiona could hardly be described as a mercenary group.

Compared to the mercenaries under him, who are uneven.

The standard armor and weapons, the strict and orderly rules and regulations, and the disciplined members of the regiment, even if someone told him that this was an army from the regular army of some kingdom, he would believe it.