- Going up the stone road to the left of the street in front of the hotel, and walking to a higher place in the city of Medin, Roy found a lively open-air restaurant and sat down, ordered a potato and beef soup, and asked for a piece of smoked sausage and a piece of bread, and ate while looking at the city below.

The city of Medin is much bigger than the city of Borabel. The city is like a giant cake, divided into a large triangular area by eight streets radiating around the central wide field.

In the middle of the city are churches, gladiatorial arenas, auction houses, bazaars and a number of professional halls.

The buildings there are also the most beautiful and the tallest in the entire city of Medding. As far as the eye can see, there is a baroque or Gothic style building with pointed and high towers. The white stone walls have turned dark gray over the years.

It is covered with ivy. It looks ancient and peaceful.

Because of the war, a large number of refugees from the coast have poured into the city for nearly half a year. As a result, the population of Medin City exploded. Not only are most of the hotels overcrowded, but many of the houses have been temporarily converted into inns. Even so, there are many homeless people living on the streets.

The otherwise clean and tidy streets were dusty in the sun. The refugees on the side of the road used wooden planks, straw, and a large piece of canvas to build small shacks next to each other. Women were busy boiling polenta in front of makeshift stoves on the side of the road, and dirty children were running around barefoot or wailing.

Most of the people passing through the streets were freelancers armed with two horses and draped overs, mercenaries and adventurers wearing tight leather armor and linen jackets, swords and bows on their waists, and Solan soldiers in dark blue uniforms with spears in their hands.

The whole city of Medin looks like a huge mix of a refugee camp and a barracks. It is full of frightened and sad scenes and competitive masculinity.

Breakfast is simple for Fang Ya'er, and Oliver is a bottomless pit that can never be filled. Moreover, its unusual interest in smoked sausage made Roy always wonder whether his preference for strips was out of his nature or out of the habit he had developed to teach him to sneak up on the deadly points of Warcraft?

So, as every morning in the world, Roy could only hang his eyelids and watch Oliver leap up and down in front of the smoked sausages that looked like that work, licking them at one time, touching them with his nose and scratching them with his paws, and laughing as if he were reluctant to eat, and repent of his sins.

"Roy, look! it's the Bishop of Medin City. Malt, who was hiding in Roy's neckline, pulled Roy's clothes.

Roy turned his head and saw a black carriage slowly passing down the road, escorted by several papal attendants. The dark-looking Bishop of Bronshire sat in a chariot in a solemn gold-rimmed black robe, holding a two-section bishop's staff, and his kind demeanor carried a kind arrogance that could not be approached.

Pedestrians on the side of the road drew a three-point salute on their chests, took off their hats and bowed, and greeted him.

The three-point prayer is a common ritual for religious believers when they pray and meet the clergy. The way to do this is to put your left hand on the center of your eyebrows and caress your left and right breasts respectively to form a triangle.

The source of this ritual is to commemorate the Great Cross Cutting Technique performed by the Holy Emperor in the final battle to lead Ren Lou to escape. As a sign of supreme respect, people use three points to represent the first three directions of the cross, and the reason why one direction is reserved does not complete a complete cross. It is because believers are convinced that it is a miracle that God can accomplish.

Beside the carriage, a priest in a silver-rimmed black robe with a single scepter in hand followed. Behind him were the white-clothed priests and the soldiers of the city of Medding.

Roy's gaze did not focus on the Bishop of Brontonshire, who ruled the three nearby cities, but on the priest, who was about thirty years old, somewhat obese, with slightly bald hair, and a white face that looked rosy from his quick walk.

It was easy for him to see the stiffness of the smiling muscles on the priest's face.

There are three cities in Burronshire.

In the cities of Hein and Luoxia, the number one person in the Holy See is the priest of the churches of the two cities. But in the city of Medin, where the bishop of Bronshire lived, the priest's life was not as nourishing as that of his colleagues. With the bishop pressed on it, the respectful eyes of the people and the soft and comfortable seats of the carriage never belonged to him. ,

Roy's eyes lit up slightly.

Since returning to human society, he has always involuntarily thought about the human world with a kind of thinking that belongs to Warcraft. Just like the wolf king in the jungle will always have many invisible challengers, human society is also full of all kinds of contradictions, hehe, it seems that the Holy Sect is not monolithic.

After breakfast, he walked straight to the center of the city. The farther you go to the center, the more lively the carriages and pedestrians on the street and the merchants on both sides become.

Following the road signs, following the mercenaries on the road and turning a street, the tall and majestic mission hall appeared in front of you.

Roy stood in front of the door of the mission hall, like a hillbilly who had never been in the city. The crowd of people coming in and out parted around him, giving him countless white eyes.

Malt poked her head out, looked at the old white building, and asked curiously, "Roy, what are we doing in the mission hall?"

"If you had a hoe that could dig into a gold mine, what would you do?" Roy's eyes sparkled. It's like - Scrooge saw countless gold coins. ——

"Nonsense, of course digging for gold!" Malt glanced at Roy.

"That's right. Roy smiled and walked into the mission hall.

Ever since he discovered the existence of the Life Demon Pattern, the first place that came to Roy's mind at that time was the mountain of gold that belonged to him, the Mission Hall.

As the name suggests, the Mission Hall is a place where various tasks are accepted and distributed.

A long time ago, this was just a service organization under the Alliance of Mercenaries, whose role was to provide a window for people who needed mercenary services to deal with mercenaries.

However, with the development of thousands of years, the mission hall has not only broken away from the mercenary alliance, but also because of its huge role, it has finally become a super platform that gathers all the people who need work and all those who need services. Like the knightly system, it is deeply rooted in human society and has become one of the cores of human social formation.

In the Quest Hall, you can see the task publisher of any identity. There were not only commoners, merchants, aristocrats, but even the Holy See and the royal family.

In the same way, you'll find the most bizarre quests here. For example, helping to find a cat. For example, to build a set of furniture, to acquire a strange medicinal or magical material, to write a criminal. There are even missions such as killing dragons and assassinating a certain big man.

There is only what you can't think of, and there is no mission hall that can't be released.

Of course, killing a dragon is not the same as finding a cat. Therefore, the levels of the tasks are also divided into ten levels according to different levels of difficulty. Each time a mission is completed, the mercenary will not only receive the corresponding reward for the mission, but also get points set according to the difficulty of the mission.

Mission Hall points, for all professions, are far more valuable than gold.

You must know that the mission hall is not a fixed organization, but a platform for human spontaneity. All points are awarded under strict supervision and in accordance with strict points rules. No one can cheat for personal gain. These points are recognized by all human institutions and organizations.

For example, a Tier 1 mercenary can be promoted to a Tier 2 mercenary after earning enough points. The increase in rank, in addition to allowing him to undertake tasks with higher levels and more lucrative pay, can also enjoy various treatments and conveniences that only second-level mercenaries can enjoy.

And more importantly, this mercenary can also gain recognition in his field with his points.

If he is a Knight, his Quest Hall Mercenary Points will be recognized by the Knight's Hall or his army. as a criterion for his promotion. If he is a magician, a medicine man, or a blacksmith, his points will be recognized by the Divine Craftsman's Hall, the Mage's Guild, and even the Royal Ministry of Industry.

At the same time, this rule also applies to groups.

Only mercenary squads or mercenary groups with enough mission hall points can get better treatment and gain people's respect and trust.

All in all, as long as you have the ability, you can get what you want here.

Although Medin City is not a big city, because it is adjacent to the Warcraft Mountain Range, the mission hall here is very large.

As soon as Roy entered, he saw a large hall with ears to hold hundreds of people. The hall was filled with magical light curtains, on which thousands of mission messages were displayed in Hileven, which was only twenty-four letters. People with different occupations and identities are carefully browsing in front of the light curtain, looking for tasks that suit them. Once there is a selected task, people will quickly find the task number of their choice on a magic circle on the left side of the hall, and then put their own personal or team mercenary nameplate.

When this number in the circle touches the nameplate and is confirmed, the time and mercenary information will be recorded. At the same time, the task on the light curtain will also appear with the logo of the undertaker.

Because most tasks do not limit the number of people who can take on them, and only pay the first person to complete them, there are often dozens of people or even dozens of teams on the task board that are easy and well-paid.

Every now and then, a lament can be heard in the hall. Especially when the logo of a certain high-ranking mercenary appears in the mission he undertakes, the faces of many mercenaries are simply bitter than bitter melons. Because that means they either move faster or just give up.

Roy was in front of a counter on the right side of the hall, and spent a golden road to get a zero-level mercenary card with only a number, mark, and password. Then he went straight to the Demon Pattern Quest area on the fifth floor.

Covered with a thick wool carpet and lavishly decorated with magic patterns, the magic area is much more deserted than the hall below.

When Roy, who was dressed in ordinary clothes, walked into the special area, a first-level magician who was applying for a room and a beautiful female supervisor stared at him several times. It seems to be wondering why a civilian boy who doesn't even have the symbol of a demon tattoo master ran into the most mysterious and noble magic pattern section in the mission hall.

Sorry, it's a little delayed, and I didn't go home until a little later, and I came out of this chapter, and I didn't even have time to revise it.

(To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. ）