Thrace - East coast.

A wide volcanic stone straight road stretches hundreds of yards from the pier into the sea, with steel fences on the left and right sides. On both sides of the road is the deep blue water, and with gusts of wind and waves, the foaming water crashes against the base of the straight.

Bruno, dressed in a white summer coat, was caught in the middle of the crowd of dozens waiting for the boat. He carried a suitcase in his hand and a gilded silver knight's sword at his waist.

His face is originally handsome and abnormal, his skin is snow-white, the Adam's apple is very inconspicuous, and the waist and long legs that have recently been slender to the point of being a hand, the whole person presents a heroic neutral beauty, even if he takes off his shirt, everyone will only regard him as a female knight who has been trained to become poor.

The people around him were all rough mercenaries, and when they saw the beauty, they were a head shorter, and after noticing that Bruno still had an orthodox knight's sword at his waist, a vacuum area was immediately formed around him.

At this moment, the time was close to noon, the sun was extremely hot, and the passengers waiting for the ship could not help wiping their sweat with their sleeves, and Bruno was indeed cool and dry, so that the mercenaries who were ashamed of themselves couldn't help but approach him slightly.

A few minutes later, a row of sails slowly floated above the surface and headed towards the pier, with advertisements for beer, whale meat, and a host of other attractions.

Because it was a tailwind at the moment, the sailboat was moving very fast, and the originally inconspicuous row of small dots has now become a wooden building ship, and it is still enlarging with the shortening of the distance.

"Passengers going to Glamorgan, please come over here and we'll get on board later. The instructor who led the team stood up and beckoned to the dozens of mercenaries who were waiting for their mouths to be dry.

"It's finally here!"

The crowd breathed a sigh of relief at the same time as Bruno walked to the front of the dock.

After five minutes, most of the boats pulled over to other parts of the pier and lowered the boarding bridge. Began to unload with the dock workers, and only the Haiyan, with the blue bird flag on the mast, approached the straight.

With a bang, the huge boarding ladder was lowered and set up at the end of the straight.

"This is our ship, let's go. ”

The instructor led the group to begin boarding, with Bruno following the group. I went up the stairs to the deck, took out my ticket, and was about to go to my room by number, when a crew member with the first mate's logo on his sleeve approached:

"Is that Mr. Bruno?"

"It's me, what's wrong?"

He stopped with some curiosity.

"That's really...... What a ......."

The other party stared at his overly beautiful face for a while, his eyes almost bulging out, and after Bruno gradually showed impatience, he realized that his actions were too rude, and said with an embarrassed smile:

"I'm sorry...... I'm a little distracted. ”

"Nothing. Say something quickly. ”

The silver-haired knight had long been accustomed to this, and dealt with it with a blank face.

"That's right, after hearing the news that you are coming, the Earl has specially prepared a private room for guests, please come with me. He glanced at the knight's sword in awe and said humbly.

"Oh, the ship is his?" asked Bruno in surprise.

"Yes, the Petrel is one of the passenger ships at the Sound Nest training base, and we are all in the service of Lord Earl. If you have any requests, we will do our best to accommodate them. ”

He led the way for the silver-haired knight. He replied respectfully.

......

The room that Jarre had prepared for Bruno was impeccable from any angle, with beautiful paintings on the mahogany walls, a crystal chandelier embedded in the ceiling, floor-to-ceiling windows with a direct view of the sea, and a neat and comfortable bed by the window.

"Looks really good. The silver-haired boy glanced around the room. Praise with satisfaction.

"I won't bother and wish you a wonderful trip. The first mate also looked relieved, took a few steps back, and slowly left the VIP suite.

He put down his suitcase and stayed in the room for a while. Suddenly realizing that he had nothing to do now, and feeling a little bored, he closed the door and stepped onto the deck, and walked to the guardrail on the side of the ship.

Looking at the end of the sea, the sky is blue, the sea is blue, and the eyes are all blue, and it is almost impossible to distinguish each other, and it is completely the same color as the sea and the sky.

In the salty and strong sea breeze, a few heavy white clouds drifted slowly in the depths of the sky, and the reflection in the water became blurred, gradually blending below the sea level.

"It's so windy here. ”

Bruno's silver hair was blown away by a sea breeze, and his shiny hair fluttered in the air, and he left his hands to care for it while listening to the sounds on the deck.

At this time, the mercenaries on the deck had already formed a pile, and they were discussing the training base they were going to arrive at in clusters under the parasols, and their words were full of longing and yearning:

"Where did you all know about this place? I saw the advertisement at the union, and the introduction seemed to be very formal, and it was vouched for by the Amber Consortium. ”

"I was introduced by a friend, they were the first batch of trainers to go to Glamorgan, not only did they not spend a penny, but they actually came back with a bright suit, I really envy the dead. ”

"Not only is it free to go to the training, but they also give away equipment? I always feel a little unreliable, did they abduct us and secretly engage in human experiments?"

"You know the!"

A tall mercenary with his back against the guardrail opened his eyes and looked at them with an old look:

"It's not that people don't charge money, but they charge according to the VIP level, and the first batch of people who go are already fine iron members, so they can get a good equipment. ”

"How much does that cost?" the mercenaries suddenly exploded and chattered.

"You know what, there's a for yelling. ”

The mercenary craned his neck and whetted their appetite before he deliberately said slowly: "According to my cousin, the elite iron VIP is one thousand soles per month, and it will be renewed for almost another month, and the training will be completed." ”

"Equipment, where does the equipment come from?" the crowd asked eagerly.

"You don't know this, the equipment comes from the actual combat training, and the elite iron VIP can enter a place called the Deserted Mansion Training Ground to fight, as long as you can defeat the boss there, you can randomly burst out of equipment. ”

Although this person is extremely pretending, he is not talking nonsense, and his mouth is full of dry goods.

"Boss, what boss?" the mercenaries were a little dizzy by the noun in his mouth.

"There is an evil spirit named Albert in the Deserted Mansion Training Base, it is the strongest monster in the Deserted Mansion Training Ground, and if you defeat this guy, you can burst out of good things. So the first trainees, in order to pay their respects to him, all called him the boss, and even worse, they would kneel on Albert before the battle and pray in the hope of breaking out something good. He tilted his chin and said with a smug look on his face.

"Doesn't that sound reliable, can't Albert be killed?" asked a female mercenary, confused.

"It's really undead, it can be resurrected twice a day, I guess it's some kind of special technology. My cousin was the head of the Flame Mercenary Regiment, and he had already exploded from that monster to his wife, a full twenty pounds of gold. The man held up two fingers and gestured emphatically in front of the crowd.

"Resurrection twice a day, there are so many of us, it doesn't sound interesting. An old mercenary, who was nearly forty years old, folded his shoulders.

"You are wrong, what kind of power is the Yinchao Consortium, the big boss is knighted on the spot, and there is the Amber Consortium behind it, do you know what the concept is? This is called being rich and powerful! Old Angele, you don't even know the background of other people, so you followed the boat, and this forty-year-old bachelor is not wronged at all. ”

He first criticized the old mercenary, blushing the latter's face angrily, and then explained seriously:

"In addition to the Deserted Mansion Training Ground, there is also the more difficult Cold Spring Training Ground, and the most difficult Nightmare Training Ground, in addition to that, there is also the Dryad Training Ground that is only open three times a year. ”

"Are there bosses in there?" asked a childish little mercenary.

"Then there must be, the rule of the sound nest is that the higher the difficulty, the greater the reward, but the boss of Cold Spring, Gorives, is too powerful, my cousin united several mercenary groups to form a group to brush, and they were all wiped out. As for the boss of Nightmares...... Warriors below the third order will be killed in seconds if they can't even see their faces. ”

"Will there be any danger? The little mercenary looked terrified.

"What are you afraid of, the group is really dead. ”

He patted the other party on the shoulder and patiently explained:

"The training ground has escape routes, you can evacuate safely in case of danger, and you can admit defeat if you can't beat the boss, but if one person admits defeat, it is equivalent to everyone admitting defeat. The boss can also beat them into the death zone, and anyone who enters the death zone will lose the challenge qualification, and everyone will be killed if they are beaten into the death zone. ”

"Listening to you say this, I think it's a lot more reliable, I know that the actual combat training there is no problem, but as for the theoretical study, we want to learn more useful techniques. The female mercenary from earlier stepped forward again.

"Don't worry about this, as long as you charge up your money to become a VIP, you will definitely become stronger. Although my cousin is only a fine iron VIP, he learns a lot of things every day, and he can make drugs himself. And...... cough cough cough ...... A little thirsty......"

When this person said this, he deliberately cleared his throat and deliberately did not continue.

"Drink my water, this mom made me lemon tea. The little mercenary impatiently untied the kettle at his waist and handed it to the other party.

"Forget it...... I feel much better. ”

He is not thick enough to blackmail his juniors, so he can only continue:

"And according to my cousin, as long as he recharges the Blue Diamond, or shows a special talent in vindictiveness, the big boss will personally teach him the mastery! I can't remember what it is, but all in all, it is very powerful, and the highest level can be trained to the level of an imperial general. ”

"Imperial General!"

The mercenaries almost burst into their eyes, it was a peak-level powerhouse that was comparable to the gods and could win in battle. (To be continued......)