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Unlike the crowded buildings in other areas of the city, there are several shops scattered on both sides of the alley more than 1,000 meters long, and several plaques of different styles are placed in parallel.

At the entrance of the alley, there is a light blue street sign, and the three words "Mercenary Alley" are gray and inconspicuous.

"The Duchy of Orrick is a country based on military force, and it is extremely tolerant of mercenaries, and seven of the ten mercenary groups have their headquarters here. Thelo, who was standing beside him, explained with a rare opening.

Young Kane was dressed in a black robe at this time, with a beige rope tied around his waist, and he looked very energetic.

"Your Highness, are you sure you have thought about it?" Selo, who had hidden the phantom around him, looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, plain and not outstanding.

"My sister has arranged it?" Kane replied.

"Don't worry, this matter was ordered by the Grand Duke himself, and your sister's life and safety will never be a problem. Thelo was pleasant, and even a little polite, not the slightest displeasure at Kane's questioning.

The fourteenth-level demon general, the lieutenant general of the Blood Lion Legion, and the commander of the legion, Selo, did not have the slightest appearance of a fierce god at this time, but was more like a mediocre family minister.

"Please lead the way. Kane was not the slightest disrespectful of Thero's low profile, and when he heard the word "His Highness", he was not even more happy.

Whatever Eisenhower's intentions for recognizing Kane as his adopted son, it is undeniable that he has gone from being a poor child who has never heard of him as a teenager to a high-quality Kane who is enough to make people at the bottom of society look up to him.

Although he was not canonized, Kane's viscount position was inevitable.

"Your Highness takes this. Selo was in a hurry, his right hand flipped in the air, and a palm-sized bronze shield-shaped nameplate suddenly appeared, "The Grand Duke ordered, His Highness is still young, and it is against the etiquette to hold the canonization ceremony too early." This identity Force nameplate is made by me personally, and I ask Your Highness to keep it. ”

Kane nodded, took the nameplate, and looked at it a few more times with curiosity.

The front of the nameplate is a lifelike blood lion head, and the reverse side is engraved with Kane's name and title.

Viscount of the 2nd Degree.

A squadron, a hundred-man Blood Lion Legion can be mobilized at any time. Or a brigade, an ordinary principality army of three hundred people.

Of course, in addition, there are also corresponding materials and intelligence that do not exceed the upper limit of one brigade.

"Thank you. Kane thanked him and accepted the nameplate, "Let's go." ”

Thelo nodded, no more talking, and in a few breaths he was already standing in the middle of the alley.

Kane was not in a hurry, taking broken steps, calmly following.

Mercenary Guild?

Squeak-

The door opens without wind.

Wow -

Crystal liquid spilled from the room, and he was about to drench Thelo's clothes.

The air writhed slightly, and a dense mist rose from the palm of Cello's left hand, condensing into a three-foot-high barrel, and the ice crystal mist swirled around it, shining brightly, and it was very beautiful.

The liquid that was spilled in the air, like spirituality, pooled into a trickle and flowed into the small barrel.

"Incense. Selo held the ice crystal keg, sniffed the slightly yellowish liquid, and his face was full of intoxication, "The five-year-old snow mountain ice thorn grass is used as a guide, and a few grains of rice from the ears of southern fire rice are taken as the main material, and buried in the lava fire ash at the bottom of the cold river for 100 days, and this extremely cold and hot wine is brewed. ”

There is not much wine, about half a barrel.

"You talk a lot of, don't drink it. The door slammed, as if dissatisfied.

A wooden bowl spun and flew out, heading straight for the glittering keg in Thelo's hand.

"The wine that was spilled, and you still want to take it back?" Cello nodded slightly, and his body was like a phantom ghost. Strangely, the wine in his hand was not spilled.

The wooden bowl was like a life, chasing after Thelo, never abandoned.

Thero's flickering figure made Kane a little dizzy to watch. The strength of the man who threw the wooden bowl should not be underestimated.

"Well, come in, five-five?" the voice in the door was a little helpless.

Thero's figure was still flashing.

"Four-six. The voice grew deeper and deeper.

Cello had no intention of stopping.

"Sanqi, if you don't agree, I won't want this wine. The voice was a little annoyed, "But don't even think about entering this door." ”

As the words fell, the wooden bowl swooped back into the door, landing firmly on the counter, not moving.

"If your skills are not as good as others, you will have a temper, and you are really stingy. Thelo muttered, dragging the ice crystal bucket in one hand and Kane in the other, as he burst through the door like a gale.

Bang -

Behind him, the heavy wooden door closed.

Cello stood at the counter, still holding the keg in his hand, and the wine in the barrel seemed to solidify, and did not spill out at all.

"Old ghost, the more you live, the more you go back. Selo looked at the man sitting behind the counter, his face didn't fluctuate much, but there was a smile in his eyes.

For some reason, Kane felt that only in front of this man was Thero's true self.

"Roll on, Lao Tzu has worked hard to find some raw materials to make wine, and you will have to divide seventy percent when you meet. "That old ghost and Thero's are completely different personalities.

Selo is like ice, his words and deeds are extremely restrained, and his face is like a mask that will never be removed, and it is difficult to see his true heart.

And this old ghost is like fire, with a hot temper, hot language, straight to the point, and no scheming.

"If your skills are not as good as others, you will mutter, like a girl scolding the street. "Thelo didn't give up, and squeezed the thankful man with words.

"Damn, who is not as good as others!" The old ghost didn't agree with him, slapped the table and jumped up, "You are a demon general, like a mouse, hiding in the corner all day long and putting cold arrows, you have the ability to fight with the grandfather of this general, who the fuck loses, who is the grandson." ”

The smile in Selo's eyes was even stronger, like the cold ice that broke under the spring mood, "If you don't let go of the cold arrow, are you still a magic general?" Could it be that you can't even grab a drop of wine by throwing a broken bowl?"

"Do you want to fight?" On the battle of words, the old ghost was Selo's opponent, and immediately pulled him to go to the back hall to practice martial arts competition.

"I'm not afraid of you, but—" Thelo looked solemn, as if he had great concerns, "If this fights and spoils this wine, I'm afraid it won't be good." ”

Hearing this, the old ghost's whole body was like a frosted eggplant, and the whole person was stunned, but he didn't know what he was muttering in his mouth.

"Alright, old ghost. Selo patted the man on the shoulder, "I'll help you warm this wine for three days, and then I won't take a drop, I'll give it all to you, what's the matter?"

As soon as the old ghost heard this, his eyes instantly lit up, and then dimmed again, and he actually gave birth to a bit of a defensive look.

"What are you old fox planning to do to trick me?" Obviously, this old ghost has suffered from Thero's losses before.

Thelo pointed at Kane, and was made a little laughing by the old ghost, "This is my Royal Highness, the newly adopted son of the Grand Duke, and I plan to ask for a place for the 'Heavenly Road' trial, how about it?"