After the boss left, Zhang Feng asked uneasily: "Brother Marven, are we really helpless and can only live here for a long time?"

Marven shook his head and said, "No, I'm just going to investigate the reality of the outpost in front of me first, and then find a way to get through." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "He didn't plan to wait, no one knew how long the war would be fought ahead, and besides, the restaurant owner couldn't believe everything he said.

"Zhang Feng, I guess it's not very peaceful here, in the next few days, you have to pay attention to safety, don't wander around, understand?"

"Well, okay. Zhang Feng nodded.

"Bang, bang!!" Suddenly there was another rapid knock at the door, and a deep voice shouted outside the door, "Is there anyone here?"

"Oh, sir, wait a minute, I'll be right here. The owner of the hotel ran over repeatedly, opened the door, and muttered happily, "It seems that business is not bad tonight." ”

When the door opened, several swordsmen in chain mail rushed in. The first person was a big man with a beard who was nearly two meters tall, and when they entered, they sat around the table next to Marven.

Through the dim light, Marven looked at these people in the future, there were six of them, in addition to five wearing chain mail and swords at the waist and hips, one of them was only wearing a black cloak, Marven faintly felt that there were faint fluctuations of magic elements around him, thinking that the other party was a magician of not low rank. Several people looked depressed, and the two swordsmen sitting at the corner of the table had bandages wrapped around their arms, as if they had suffered some minor injuries.

"How many people, do you want anything?" the boss staggered over and handed over the menu.

"Bring us two large vats of ale, and some bread and sausages. The big man at the head frowned when he saw the ridiculously simple menu.

A few minutes later, when the ale was served, the men were silent, holding their glasses and drinking in muffled voices.

"Captain, tell me, what is this called!" After a long time, one of them, a young swordsman with a thin face, was the first to break the silence.

"Our Holy Sword Mercenary Regiment has never been so cowardly since its establishment, according to the pass issued by the Mercenary Guild, an A-class mercenary group like ours can be unimpeded in Middle-earth under any circumstances, and no country is qualified to block us from passing for any reason, but we have stayed in this place where birds don't for three months! If we don't go back, the deputy head of the regiment is afraid that they will think that we are dead......" The swordsman put down his cup and vomited bitter water.

"That's it, this St. John's Empire is too domineering, it just completely ignores the passage documents of the Mercenary Guild, and injures our two brothers without saying a word, which doesn't take our Holy Sword Mercenary Group into account at all!"

"You should give them some color! Let them know that our Holy Sword Mercenary Regiment is not easy to mess with!" I don't know who raised their arms, and several other people nodded their heads in response, and they were very excited, and they had the potential to run out and fight with the Imperial Garrison.

"Fucking calm down!" The captain at the head slapped the table, his voice was as loud as thunder, and the whole table suddenly fell silent, "A religious war is breaking out here, whoever wants to die will go directly to the checkpoint, I will never stop you, don't you understand? The army stationed here has completely used some conventions on the mainland as paper to wipe their butts, and they can't help but suspect that everyone is a heretic." ”

"Is that what we ......" The young mercenary was still very unwilling, and his face was indignant.

"There's no way, you have to pretend to be a grandson now. "Now that the entire frontier is under strict military control, we have to behave like a devout believer......" He casually took out a thick copy of the "Light Bible" from his sleeve robe, and said earnestly: "You should memorize this thing for a few weeks, and when the war eases for a while, those border guards may be able to spare us for this thing." ”

Everyone stared at the book, which was thousands of pages thick, and only felt that one head was two big, and some people even teased helplessly: "Ha! Master Rogge, after we leave the border of the St. John Empire, do we continue to recite the "Ancient Book of Moses" to fool those Moses? ”

"The Deputy Leader will definitely fire us all......" A wounded swordsman in the corner of the table cried with a sad face, "According to the rules of the Holy Sword Mercenary Regiment, if we don't complete any tasks for half a year, we will be kicked out......"

"Oh my God, our team hadn't taken on a mission for two months before coming to this place, and now it's been delayed for another three months, and there is only one month left to ......" It seems that someone has realized the seriousness of the problem, and even slapped the table, exclaiming.

Marven was bored, drinking wine, and looking at the group of mercenaries with interest. It can be seen that the strength of this group of mercenaries is not very strong, and it is a great luck to be able to join the A-level mercenary group, and now they suddenly realize that they may be expelled, and they all look restless.

"Look at you, you're as anxious as a monkey when you encounter something. The captain put down his glass and said loudly: "Don't worry, I have truthfully reported the situation on our side to the headquarters of the Marne Federation through carrier pigeons, and I believe that the deputy head of the regiment will understand the difficulties of our team." You guys have to calm down, this religious war is no joke, let's wait, we don't have to risk our lives for money. ”

When everyone heard the captain say this, they all fell silent, and the young mercenaries remembered the scene of being harassed and humiliated by the imperial defenders in every way, and they still seemed to be unable to swallow this breath, and they all had resentment on their faces, and drank in a sullen voice.

"Friends at the table opposite, but are you going to the Manx Federation?" Marven asked when he heard them mention the Manx Federation in their conversation, and was curious for a moment.

"Hmm. The tall captain nodded at Marven, which was regarded as a tacit acquiescence, and the magician in the middle looked at Marven twice, as if he felt the powerful magic element fluctuations on Marven's body, and showed a little admiration in his eyes, and said with a smile: "This friend is young, and he is already quite accomplished in magic, which is very rare!"

Hearing him say this, several mercenaries around him all looked at Marven with a surprised expression, and the captain even got up and said respectfully: "It turns out that there is a distinguished magician on the opposite table, is there anything we can serve?"

Marven smiled slightly, walked towards their table with a wine glass, and then carefully placed a coin in his hand on the table.

"Is this ......?" the captain stared at the strange coin carved with a dragon, wondering.

"I need you to help me find someone to do with this coin. Marven explained with a smile.

The magician saw the coin, frowned and thought for a long time, then took out a dark blue wand and whispered a spell to the coin.

In an instant, the originally ordinary copper coin burst out with a dazzling red light, and the dragon carved on it was radiant, as if it had come to life, and the onlookers suddenly only felt a trance, as if they had heard a palpitating dragon groan.

"Jingle!", the staff in the magician's hand fell to the ground, and he was instantly sweating profusely and pale.

After a while, the mercenary mage gasped and said thoughtfully: "This thing is very unusual, it has self-awareness, and it can even automatically recognize the master, I just wanted to probe its internal structure, but I didn't expect it to almost swallow up my spiritual power......"

The magician was still a little apprehensive, and when he looked at Marven again, his face even showed obvious envy and admiration, " This gentleman, I estimate that this thing of yours is a relic of ancient civilization, there are many reclusive super powerhouses in our Marne Federation, they usually use such spiritual antiques as tokens to meet them, our Holy Sword Mercenary Regiment has some business dealings with these super-level powerhouses, if we use the entire Marx Federation's intelligence network after we go back, we should be able to help you find out the whereabouts of that senior, but unfortunately, you know, we are all trapped in this place now......"

"I'm not in a hurry, sir. Marven smiled slightly, "Besides, if you want to get through the trick, it's not completely impossible." ”

"Are you a spiritual mage?" the mercenary mage seemed to think of something, and his face was happy.

"Not really, it's just that I'm lucky, and occasionally learn a little spiritual magic. ”

"That's great!" the captain almost jumped with excitement, "sir, if you can take us back to the Marne Federation, I can promise to reduce the cost of employment by half." ”

"That's not necessary, I'll take you there. Marven took out three wands from the storage ring and handed them all to the mercenary captain, "This is a deposit, I hope you don't reveal any information about that coin to outsiders, otherwise, you know the consequences......" Marven patted the mercenary captain's shoulder, who was already dumbfounded, "After the deed, I have another thanks." ”

"Dark mage's wand......" The mercenary mage looked at the wands for a long time, only to feel a little dry in his throat, "Sir, you are a demon hunter?"

"Hmm...... Sort of. "Marven can't deny it, these wands were all confiscated from the fallen Blood Mages on the battlefield, and the mages who died under Norton alone had two staff of acceptable grade in their hands. He now needs to give these mercenaries enough benefits, and at the same time secretly remind them of the fate of their incompetence.

The mercenary captain smiled and said respectfully: "Your Excellency Mage, the reputation of our Holy Sword Mercenary Group in the entire mercenary world is well-known, you just have to rest assured, we will not leak the employer's secrets, after all, we are an A-level mercenary group, and no one wants to do anything to smash their own signboards." ”

"Well, that's good, I hope so, I hope we have a good time together!" Marven held out his right hand to the captain.

"Happy cooperation, sir!" the mercenary captain held Marven tightly, "Introduce yourself, I'm Hammond, the leader of the fast sword squad of the Holy Sword Mercenary Regiment, and the cloaked mage over there is my deputy, Master Rogge." He pointed to the mercenary mage next to him, and the mercenary mage quickly nodded, "I don't know what you call you, sir?"

"Marven. ”

"Okay, Mr. Marven, it's a pleasure to meet you, would you like to come and have a few drinks with us?"

"No problem, Captain Hammond. Marven found a stool and sat down at their table, drinking and chatting with a few mercenaries until late at night.