"Hey, I'm talking about old Mike!" the burliest mercenary interrupted Mike with a hint of displeasure, "We all know this."

"Young man, I just can't hold my breath!" Old Mike didn't seem to care about the mercenary's actions, but took advantage of the gap and took another big sip of wine. He wiped his mouth and said disdainfully: "If you listen to the story, you have to listen to the whole set." If it weren't for such a big bottle of Buffy, you wouldn't have heard it!"

"Okay, okay" The mercenary who bought the wine pulled away the burly mercenary, and he said to Mike with a smile on his face: "Don't listen to him, you continue, you continue." ”

"That's pretty much it. Old Mike muttered with satisfaction, he took another big sip of Buffy, and continued: "As soon as this system appeared, it was naturally welcomed. However, it didn't take long for someone to discover the loophole. ”

"What loopholes?" the young mercenaries finally heard the most crucial place after listening to a lot of nonsense, and one by one they pricked up their ears and looked at old Mike intently.

That's what old Mike wanted, and he had a look of satisfaction on his face, and he felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart, which is not often the case. He lowered his voice a little and whispered, "What level of tasks to post, what level of mercenary group to find." The level of this mission is predetermined, but how did the level of the mercenary group come about?"

The young mercenaries looked at each other at a loss, and for a moment they didn't understand the meaning of Old Mike's words, and even Ryan, who was engrossed in eavesdropping on the sidelines, didn't understand.

Old Mike continued to whisper: "Complete the corresponding task, you can get the corresponding score, the reward of the task, and the mercenary guild will draw five percent." When the score accumulates to an order of magnitude, you can advance to the level of the mercenary group. A first-level mercenary group can be promoted with only 10 points, and a second-level mercenary group needs to reach 100 points. Even though you get more points later in the world, you can also get more points for the corresponding level, which sounds simple, right?"

The other mercenaries nodded blankly, they had already memorized this rule, and they didn't know where the loophole was?

"You stupid people!" Old Mike completely ignored the loophole that he had spent more than twenty years to discover, and seemed to teach the group of young people in front of him his greatest hobby: "Why don't you understand it? The biggest problem with this rule is that as long as you complete more tasks, you can level up, and the higher the level, the greater your fame." But you don't have to ask someone else to post the task you complete. ”

Old Mike explained: "You see, we are now a level 2 mercenary group, right? Our mercenary group's score is 81 points, which is 19 points short, and completing a mission to find a lost pet can add 5 points, we only need to do 4." ”

"But we're not famous, so who's going to look for us?" said a young mercenary, puzzled.

Old Mike was angry and wanted to slap him hard, but he broke the sky with a word: "You won't find someone to pretend to be a merchant to issue a mission, do it secretly, who knows? Anyway, for such a task, the mercenary guild will draw less than 10 silver coins, and how much does it cost to spend 4 tasks? When we reach level 3, any task of transporting goods will be at least ten gold coins, and we can't afford this little expense?"

"That's right!" the burly mercenary patted his head and said happily, "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Hmph!" Old Mike said disdainfully: "Do you think this is the end? As long as you have money, you can issue tasks for yourself, so that the level of your mercenary group will rise rapidly, and you can even bribe those staff members to slightly influence their choices when their employers are undecided, and it is a big deal to give them ten percent of the return for each such task, how much money can they get from the mercenary guild a month? This kind of thing is not risky, so fools don't do it." Also, if there are other mercenary groups competing with us, you can post some tasks for them to do, and then secretly find someone to cause trouble for them, if the tasks are messed up, their reputation will naturally deteriorate. Only you have the money, so what else can't you do?"

Didn't care about those young mercenaries were ecstatic one by one, and Ryan, who was eavesdropping on the side, was in a very disappointed mood, yes, he was very disappointed, he didn't expect that he could even cheat on this kind of thing, he sent tasks to himself to brush points, and secretly set a trap for his opponent to cheat, these methods are really despicable, Ryan asked himself if he could do it.

However, Ryan is lost and lost, he will not do this kind of thing, Ryan himself has made up his mind, he would rather have no business to do in the mercenary group, than do these dirty things, Ryan firmly believes that as long as he works hard, as long as he has strength, even if a gold coin covered with dust is thrown in the garbage, sooner or later someone will be found.

"No, my master doesn't like it. A loud voice attracted the attention of everyone in the Mercenary Guild Hall, Ryan followed the sound and saw a thin man, speaking loudly to the staff of the Mercenary Guild beside him, and next to them was a mercenary group leader with an embarrassed face.

"All right, sir. The staff member said helplessly: "Your master is a noble nobleman, he has elegant taste and is different. But, oh my God, the god of commerce, you have already selected four mercenary groups, although it is only a small escort mission, but now the mercenary groups that meet this mission level have been rejected by you. ”

"Money is not an issue. The thin man put his hands behind his back and said proudly, "My master wants the mercenary group to escort him back to his territory to be tasteful." Taste!, do you understand?" said this, and the thin man pursed his lips in disdain.

"What's the matter, Harrisi, I've been picking for so long, and I haven't found a suitable mercenary to escort me?" A lazy voice came from the door, and everyone's eyes were immediately attracted, only to see a middle-aged man in a tuxedo walking in with small steps, he was wearing a black round top hat, exactly the same color as the black tuxedo he was wearing, plus a sable cloak behind him, the whole person looked slightly decadent.

The middle-aged man's face always had an elegant expression, as if nothing in front of him could affect his mood, and in his hand he held a cane about the length of an adult man's arm, and the tip of the cane was inlaid with a crystal clear sapphire.

The decoration of this middle-aged man, Ryan has seen a lot in the imperial capital, it is a costume that only nobles with hereditary titles can wear, Ryan looked carefully at the middle-aged man's chest, and sure enough, he saw a neat badge wearing a rose on it, as well as a dagger, and around the entire pattern, there is also a circle of thorns. Ryan hadn't studied the family crest, but he had heard some of it from Faraz and knew about the thorns that surrounded it, indicating that it represented an ancient family that was at least a few hundred years old.

Seeing the middle-aged man walk in, the thin man called Harrisi hurriedly left the person next to him, walked over a few steps, with a charming smile on his face, both eyes were about to narrow into a straight line, and said to the middle-aged man humbly: "Noble viscount, my respected master." You see, the Mercenary Guild of Free Heaven can't find a mercenary group that suits your taste, which is simply rude. ”

"Stupid, you are such an incompetent fool!" the middle-aged man reprimanded his subordinate Harisi, "Can't you even do this little thing? ”

"Ah, my dear master, how can your lowly servant be compared to your wise one?" said Harisi, hearing his master's reprimand, and instead of rushing to defend anything, a long list of words of praise came out of his mouth, desperately praising his master. The middle-aged man known as the viscount had his eyes slightly squinted, as if he was very useful to his subordinates' words.

When a large number of words of praise were applied to the middle-aged man without hesitation, a look of pleasure appeared on the face of the man known as the viscount, as if he had forgotten the unhappiness of his servant he had just reprimanded, and he waved his cane, and Harrisi immediately stopped speaking and stood respectfully aside.

The middle-aged man hooked his finger at a staff member of the mercenary guild beside him and motioned for him to come over, although the latter was dissatisfied with this disrespectful behavior, he still walked over quietly and asked with a smile on his face, "Is there anything you can help you?"

"I am Viscount Bruno, the hereditary viscount of the Emperor's Crown!" the middle-aged man introduced himself with a hint of arrogance and a hint of pride, "I have my own territory, which is about three days away from here. I'm going to hire a mercenary group to escort me back. ”

"As you wish, Dear Mr. Viscount. After saying this, the staff immediately took out a roster, opened it quickly, and began to look for a suitable mercenary group for the viscount in front of him. While looking through the roster, this staff member secretly calculated in his heart which mercenary group to introduce, and the most benefits he would get.

"What do you think, Agni Mercenary Regiment? This is one of the strongest mercenary groups we have here. The staff said as they thought to themselves, "Of course, I will be paid the most." ”

Viscount Bruno shook his head and said, "I know about this mercenary group, but I don't like it. ”

"Don't like it? What about the Earth Mercenaries? Their defense is the best, they have 2 earth mages and 3 priests. Sure to keep you safe!"

"No, I'm going back to the territory, not to fight. What do you want all this for?" Viscount Bruno shook his head again and said, "Give it to me, I'll choose it myself." ”