After passing through many secluded and beautiful alleys, Maffeo finally arrived in front of the barracks. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info's so-called signboard was nothing more than a simple thing nailed up by a few wooden frames, and Maffeo even felt that if he tore off the commission with a little force, the board would collapse with a bang, and its solidity seemed very unreliable.

Those in need lined up on the other side to register at a soldier's door, and due to the policy pursued by the lord, they did not need to pay much for the payment of those who completed the commission, usually only a third of the money they had to pay, and the rest of the money was paid by the lord's treasury. While this may seem like a good thing, the tax they have to pay each month also includes a portion of the money. Not many people have expressed their displeasure with this yet, but it is said that the Thieves' Guild is trying to use this to confuse the local people, and they have always wanted to instill the idea that the local lord is just another damn vampire to every ordinary civilian.

As for the soldier who paid the gold specifically to the person who fulfilled the commission, he was already dozing. In fact, although there are various types of commissions and different levels of difficulty, few people are able to complete the conditions of the commission perfectly. The chest behind him was a large gold vault, a living mobile vault, and almost everyone was eager for the contents, but they often disappointed the delegator.

If you tear off the commission, you need to find another guard to register, and the strict management makes it impossible for those who want to fish in troubled waters. They must demonstrate their problem-solving skills in order to get the money in the box, and wealth is usually determined by their own actions and strength. So, the three guards took over the management of the entire commission, although in their hearts they would rather go on patrol, at least then they could have some fun in their spare time. But now, they could only sit at the notice board and face a bunch of people who seemed to them to be too self-sufficient.

Maffeo squeezed through the crowd and came to the notice board, all the commissions coming from the same person anyway. Well, that guy was so pathetic, he was sweating profusely, listening to the information provided by the guys in need of help, and writing new commissions on parchment.

The buzz around is mostly about whether they have the ability to win a commission, and there are many young people who are keen to bet. They would make a bet, and then one of them would take the commission and try to complete it, but that annoyed the guards, who needed someone who could fix things, not the hellish guys who saw the commission itself as a gambling chip.

Maffeo glanced around the bulletin board for almost full orders, most of which were trivial things between merchants, and they were basically jobs to help merchants run errands. The remuneration is the amount indicated on the commission, and in fact it will hardly change much, and unless your work surprises the delegator, the stingy merchants will not give you most of the gold coins.

Although these commissions may seem simple, they are only a tactful way for merchants to find cheap labor, and it is impossible for Maffeo to take them. It's not going to make any money, and maybe the merchants will accuse the guards of not doing your job properly when they finally hand over the commission, and then the little pay will be reduced even more.

But there are basically no commissions for battles here, and several commissions that may be related to the battles are issued by soldiers in the barracks. They patrol a lot every day, and they can't have extra energy to track down homicides, thefts, and so on. However, Maffeo didn't think he was that good at logical reasoning, so he ignored the commissions that needed to gather clues to find the ultimate goal.

After a large number of eliminations, Maffeo found that there were not many suitable orders left. However, his gaze was inadvertibly drawn to a commission in the lower right corner of the board. It was obscured by several different merchant commissions, leaving only a string of numbers, which was the amount of reward for that commission. Maffeo reached out and gently pulled up the few commissions that were covering it, and now he finally saw the contents of the commission.

The commission was sent by a guy who lived in a house on the beach of the northern sea outside the outer city, and he was looking for someone who could help repair the boat, without further details, but with a reward of 5,000 gold coins, if Maffeo could save a little, it would be enough for him to spend a month or two. He tore the commission off almost without even thinking about it, simply because of the reward and the fact that he had never accepted it.

The registration process is simple, the guards only need your name, it's that simple, they don't care where you're from or what kind of weird abilities you have, they only care about your ability to complete the commission. Simply sign your name on the register and you can start commissioning. The guards usually don't care how long it takes you to finish, in fact they think most people are better off never showing up in front of them.

It's a long walk to the northern beaches outside the city, so Maffeo hops on a horse-drawn cart that moves around the city selling merchandise. After reluctantly paying the merchant a sum of money that was expensive for his present self, Maffeo was able to squeeze into the pile of goods on the wagon. And he had to be careful not to damage any of the goods, or he believed that the merchant would kill him.

By the time Maffeo reached the northern side of the city, it was already getting dark. The guy was on the road almost all the time, shouting at passers-by, much to the annoyance of Maffeo, which delayed him too much. Although he was dissatisfied, he had not yet reached the point of confronting the merchants, and that was just a waste of time.

The North City is much more deserted than the Central Market and the Inner City, and is actually the least populated area. Even so, there was no change in the number of guards patrolling the streets here, and torches had already been lit in the towers. Their vigilance is commendable, which is perhaps why they still hold the upper hand on Ruawa Island to this day.

The guards standing guard didn't interrogate Maffeo at this wall, where most people wouldn't have passed, because he wasn't armed with a weapon, and he didn't look like a troublemaker. So, under the slightly puzzled gaze of the guards, Maffeo walked out of town.

At night, the sea breeze swept from the sea, lapping at Maffeo as it approached the beach. The beach here is covered with palm trees, land crabs are the masters of the area, and the lonely log cabin on the beach is at odds with what might seem beautiful during the day. From afar, Maffeo could see the huge figure leaning on the sea, a behemoth, though useless now.

One of its masts had fallen into a large crater on the deck, and the other two masts, though still erect, had long since been damaged by the wind and rain, but the damage to the sails looked more man-made, and the large holes torn by the chain bullets were clearly visible. The entire hull of the ship was tilted, and the hull was already filled with seawater. Maybe it's a wretched ship that's been abandoned, maybe it used to have a lot of glory, but now, it's all gone.

Maffeo wondered, the Imperial Army was not like the guys who could tolerate such a useless ship moored on the side of the incomparably prosperous Ocent, and their failure to let the Navy completely sink the ship was already something that Maffeo couldn't figure out anyway, but it was a fact. Its owner was even able to issue commissions asking people to help him repair his ship, and it seems that the owner did not want to end his life at sea.

Maffeo irritated himself by throwing the land crabs that occasionally scurried onto his boots, and he swore that he would steam them if he could. Coincidentally, he'd always wanted to try the crab cakes at the West Coast restaurant, but he hadn't eaten them because of the high price.

As if he knew someone was coming, the door of the cabin creaked open, and because of the darkness, Maffeo could only see the dark figure of an adult male coming out of it. He could see the other man looking at him, "Hello!" and he said hello and beckoned to Maffeo.

Maffeo hurried up to meet him, "Hello, I took the commission you posted. He came to the man.

"Finally someone, the guy still doesn't believe it, thinks I'm doing something meaningless. The man smiled.

"That guy?" Maffeo didn't know who he was referring to.

"I'm sorry, but my name is Sebastian Fergt. He didn't seem to hear Maffeo's question, and he held out his right hand.

"Maffeo Frye. Maffeo shook it, and he noticed that the man's hands were rough, and that his hands had grown calluses from holding the weapon for many years.

"Come on, I want to figure out the work quickly and it's good for both of us, isn't it?" he spurred and turned and walked back into the house, Maffeo following close behind.

The house was dimly lit, which was not to be expected by Maffeo, and he did not expect to find the feeling of being brightly lit in such a wooden house. The campfire in the house crackled and burned, and Maffeo smelled a strong smell of alcohol when he entered the house, which made him very uncomfortable.

"This is the guy you found, a little imp who can't stand the smell of alcohol?" a drunken voice came from around the campfire.

"Don't do that, Adrian. Sebastian stopped him.

It was only with the help of the campfire that Maffeo was able to see the faces of the two men, Sebastian had stray black hair, and although his face was not scarred, it looked like it was full of vicissitudes, and fine stubble was all over his lips and chin. His eyes look blank, which makes his whole person look decadent. And Adrian, the guy who taunted Maffeo, was a little old man. God, Maffeo couldn't even believe that a guy with gray temples, perhaps from overwork, could drink so uncontrollably. But his body looked burly enough to make Maffeo wonder if he might be able to wield a scimitar and command his crew in battle.

"This is Adrian Fischer, my best alcoholic friend. Sebastian introduced him to Maffeo.

"Maffeo Frye. Maffeo nodded to Adrian.

Adrian shook the bottle, keeping the wine compartment open, and he stared at Maffeo with drunken eyes. "Have you seen her?"

"She?" said Maffeo, with a puzzled expression, not understanding what the other man meant.

"She's who she is!" Adrian's hand pointed to the side of the room, which was the direction of the three-masted galleon.

Maffeo thought he might understand what Adrian meant, and he spoke, "I've seen the ship. ”

As a result, his words almost caused the drunken Adrian to fall out of his chair, "Boat, ship......" He seemed to find it funny. "She's still the fastest in the sea. He tilted his head back to Sebastian. "Sebastian, where did you get this little imp, I think he's the most useless one in Osente. ”

"Now that he's been commissioned, I think he's sure. Sebastian smiled.

Maffeo couldn't understand the two guys now, Adrian didn't seem to approve of Sebastian's approach, he was very decadent, and Maffeo doubted that he was still skeptical about whether he wanted to repair the ship. He may have been tired and didn't want to sail anymore, but Sebastian knew it wasn't what he really thought.

"Now, I'm going to tell you her history. Listen to me, or you'll regret it. Adrian slammed the bottle on the table and rolled up his sleeves like so many drunkards in a tavern who were drunk and ready to brag.