Since stepping into the portal, Marven only felt a dizziness, his body was immediately suspended in the air, and the intense light burst from the magical energy made him unable to open his eyes at all. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After a long time, he finally stepped on solid ground again, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a large, dark building.

"It can't be in the wrong place...... Marven muttered quietly, the surroundings are gloomy, the light is extremely dim, and it doesn't look like a place where humans live, but like an ancient castle inhabited by the blood clan.

"Finally home!" Several mercenaries behind him suddenly heard a burst of excited cheers, Marven's heart was slightly widened, it seems that the teleportation magic has been successfully cast, and they have arrived at the headquarters of the Holy Sword Mercenary Group.

However, the dignified A-level mercenary group has its headquarters in this kind of place, and the style of this holy sword mercenary group is indeed strange enough, Marven can't help but secretly slander himself in his heart.

Hammond patted Marven's shoulder vigorously, so excited that he couldn't help himself, "Brother, thanks to your help this time, don't worry, now that we have arrived at the Marne Federation, your mission can be completed soon!"

"What's polite, everyone is on the same road, and it is also appropriate to help each other together. Marven smiled heartily, but his eyes inadvertently fell on the urn on Hammond's chest, and he suddenly felt extremely lost in his heart.

All of them managed to reach the Marne Federation, but the mercenary mage Rog never returned.

"Don't be in a hurry about the mission, let's bury Master Rogge first, we Xia Clan will always remember the great sacrifice he made for us. Marven said, pulled Zhang Feng together, and saluted Rogge's urn with a solemn expression.

"He will always be a member of our Holy Sword Mercenary Regiment, and will always be our brother!" Hammond held the urn with both hands and held it above his head, "Old man, now that you have finally returned to your hometown, you can rest assured, I will definitely bury you in style!"

Several other mercenaries drew their two-handed swords in unison, then stuck the tips of their swords on the ground, and knelt on the ground, expressing their highest respect to the fallen companion with special mercenary etiquette.

After a while, Hammond carefully put Rogge's urn in a black package, turned to Marven and said, "Let's go, Marven, I'll take you to the headquarters hall to go through the formalities, and by the way, get Rogge's funeral ready." ”

Hammond walked to a staircase, swirled a bracket slightly, and heard a soft sound, and the ceiling at the top of the staircase suddenly opened a door, and bright sunlight poured down from the roof.

At Hammond's signal, Marven took Zhang Feng to climb the stairs with him, and after getting out of the exit, he found himself in a magnificent hall, with semicircular arches carved with exquisite reliefs, and gold holy sword emblems inlaid with magic crystals and precious stones hanging all over the walls.

Marven couldn't help but secretly smack his tongue, the exquisite luxury of this hall is no less than any palace!

"It turns out that place was a basement just now, hehe, I thought your mercenary group liked to set up its headquarters in that place. Marven looked back at the dark room underground, and then suddenly he was stunned.

Hammond smiled, "Marven, our basement is a bit cold, but don't underestimate it, there's a reason why our Holy Sword Mercenary Regiment has teleportation coordinates here." ”

"Oh, why is that?" Hearing him say this, Marven suddenly became interested.

"It's a relic of the Dark Horse Empire, it can withstand the attacks of the legendary forbidden spells, it is the safest place in the entire Marne Federation, and it can also be used as a temporary command post for our mercenary group in the event of life and death. Hammond's face was full of pride that could not be concealed.

"The ruins of the Dark Horse Empire are not simple!" Marven couldn't help but sigh in his heart, whether it was the obelisk white tower or the mysterious basement in front of him, it was completely beyond the scope of ordinary people's comprehension.

"Let's go, Marven, let's go to the office first to officially register your mission, rest assured, our intelligence network is very developed, and it won't take long to help you find the whereabouts of that mysterious master." Hammond gave a very professional smile and led Marven to the office hall.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a middle-aged man with glasses and a thin face sitting at the desk, buried in a mountain of papers, and he didn't even look up when everyone entered.

"Hello, is there any formalities that need to be completed?" the clerk asked politely, but his eyes were still fixed on the pile of papers on the table.

"Hey, man, I took on an extra task outside, because of the war, I didn't register in time with the mercenary union, and now I need to make up the formalities, this task is a bit difficult for us, and we need other people's assistance. Hammond tapped lightly on the table, explaining his intentions.

"Heh, your luck is really good, you can actually receive a high-level mission in the wild! Don't worry, after the mission is successful, the regiment will not treat you badly. According to the rules of the mercenary world, if the mercenary's private task is officially registered and released, then this task will be regarded as the task of the mercenary's entire mercenary group, and all members of the mercenary group can sign up, of course, if the task is completed, all participants will receive a share of the mercenary money. As a result, this act of not eating alone is often highly appreciated by the other members of the mercenary group.

"Brother, give me your name!" the clerk prepared his quill and buried his head in the register.

"Hammond Angra. ”

"Hammond?" the clerk wiped his lenses, lifted his head, and slammed to his feet after carefully surveying the tall, majestic man across the table. "Oh my God, you're not going to be Hammond of the Rapken team! I haven't heard from you for almost a year, and I thought I'd never see you again!"

The clerk walked out excitedly, hugged Hammond tightly, and muttered, "It's good that you can come back safely, the brothers of the entire mercenary group want to kill you." ”

After the clerk shook hands and hugged the other members of the Swift Sword team one by one, he wondered, "Huh? Where's Rogge? Didn't he go out with you last year? Why didn't he see anyone else?"

Speaking of this, everyone around was suddenly silent, Hammond pointed to the black package in his hand, and said sadly: "Rogge is here, I brought him back, we will always remember this brother." “

"Rogge is a good man, may his soul rest in heaven......" the clerk prayed in a low voice, with a solemn expression.

"Hammond, hand over your tasks first, and we'll arrange Rogge's funeral later. The clerk didn't show too much sadness, after all, the mercenary line licks blood, and sacrifice is inevitable.

Hammond pulled Marven behind the crowd forward and introduced, "This is our employer, Marven, he wants to find a mysterious archmage in the Marne Federation, and we need the assistance of the group's intelligence system." ”

"Oh, Xia people, welcome to Kada City, the Holy Sword Mercenary Group will provide you with the best service!" The clerk saw Marven and Zhang Feng, who had recovered their original appearance, and did not reject their Xia clan identity, but warmly shook hands with Marven, which made Marven a little flattered.

Although the Xia people suffer from exclusion and discrimination throughout the continent, in the mercenary world, the employer is God, and as long as they can afford to pay a sufficient price, the employer will be respected enough. It is precisely because of this that Marven chose to let the mercenaries assist him.

"Thank you, sir, and may we have a happy cooperation. Although he knew that the other party's respect was only out of professional ethics, Marven still had a lot of touches in his heart.

"But I want to ask, what is this Kada City, didn't the headquarters of your regiment say that it is in the Marne Federation?" Marven was a little curious, this was the first time he had heard of the name of Kada City.

"You're coming to us for the first time, aren't you?" the clerk looked surprised, "Our city of Kada is the most important city in the Marne Federation, and the last free land on the mainland, haven't you heard of it before?"

"This ...... There is really no ......" Marven's face was embarrassed, he had been wandering in Morowing since he was young, and he had not been to many places when he was so old, and he didn't know anything about the Marne Federation thousands of miles away.

Seeing that Marven didn't know much about the Marne Federation, Hammond and the clerk immediately enthusiastically introduced him in a little detail about the situation of the Marne Federation.

It turns out that the Marne Federation is just a loose alliance of city-states, divided into more than 50 city-states large and small, a considerable part of which have been involved in religious wars, and Kada City is the location of the Holy Sword Mercenary Group, and the mercenary captain of the Shenlong is also the lord of Kada City, Kada City is located in the southernmost part of the Marx Federation, bordering the vast Southern Ocean, and is one of the few neutral city-states in the Marx Federation.

"In the past few years, the Marne Federation was relatively peaceful, but now more and more city-states are involved in religious wars, and at present, the forces of all parties are intertwined. The clerk quickly filled out the form for registering the task, and did not forget to say a few words to Marven.

At the end of the registration of the task, the clerk was in trouble, staring at the coin in Marven's hand with a sad face-------- except for this coin, Marven did not have any information about the mysterious archmage in his hand.

"This ancient coin is very strange, the information in it cannot be deciphered at all, and I can't say the origin, I'm afraid that only after the head of the group comes back can I help you find the mysterious powerhouse. ”

"Then I don't know when the head of your regiment will come back?" Marven frowned slightly.

"I don't know, the whereabouts of the regiment commander have always been erratic, maybe two weeks, maybe half a year before he can come back. The clerk shrugged his shoulders not without regret.