The next morning, the well-replenished Ferrara Adventure Party set out on the road to Susar with Aaron and Eleanor.

The cold Miss Priest changed back into her starched cloaks, put on a mask and returned to her original state, because she had dissected the matter of Ferrara's adventure group with Aaron, Miss Pastor was naturally reluctant to communicate more with this group of cunning and low moral bottom line people.

However, Ferrara and Montero seemed to realize that Aaron was really getting along well, and seemed to be attracted by his charisma, and within a few minutes of the group coming out, Ferrara came to Aaron's side and asked in a tone that all men understand, "How is it?" My Viscount, have you become? ”

The mercenary leader squeezed his right eye, his appearance looked a little funny, it seems that his age should be thirty years old, or forty years old, but no matter how old the mercenary leader is, as long as he is not old enough to lose interest in that aspect, the topics that mercenaries like to discuss are nothing more than a few, men and women, life, money and all kinds of gossip.

"You should be looking for a random bunny girl to accompany you in a large hotel in Zambia, and then you can stuff a few gold coins into your pants and you'll be done, right?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth curled, and he spread his hands very familiarly: Make no mistake, she is not the priest of the Fire-Haired Lady! She won't pay me upside down! ”

"Hahahaha The mercenaries, who were all pricked up and ready to listen to the "good news" of Lord Viscount, burst into laughter en masse, and the bright spring field roads were filled with cheerful air everywhere.

"She'll just take that hammer and come over and give you a gentle look to help you put an end to this once and for all." Aaron then laughed and said, "Do you want to try it, I'll go and talk to Miss Eleanor, it's everyone's favorite free service!" ”

The mercenaries couldn't laugh at this time, especially the wanderer before, who subconsciously clamped his legs.

Miss Reverend also picked up the hammer and spun it around twice in her hand.

Aaron and Eleanor glanced at each other, and they were basically certain that through this cooperation, Ferrara and the others would not talk about things between them anymore.

Otherwise, once it starts, it will be endless.

"Well, well, but my Viscount, you are more innocent than I thought, have you had an emotional experience that is unbearable? Or do you already have a fiancée? I don't think so. Ferrara immediately provoked a second topic, he swept Aaron's finger and found his heirloom ring on his index finger.

Speaking of this topic, Miss Pastor couldn't help but concentrate on listening carefully.

"It's not for nothing that I want to be a viscountess, but it's a pity that I'm a viscount...... At most, they are only eligible to attend Susar's Kingdom Assembly every year. Aaron laughed at himself: "After learning about my situation, he will naturally gradually leave, after all, I am the last Viscount of Salian." ”

"Your Excellency's ......" Ferrara asked hesitantly, seeing that he was really interested in Aaron's family affairs, after all, he had heard something about Aaron from the innkeeper and others before: "Your Excellency's father is the Earl?" ”

"No, my grandfather is an earl." Aaron sneered and snorted: "Because of the disadvantage of fighting in the Tucan invasion and being taken by His Royal Highness Ahsan IV, the whole family is left with my father, who is still serving in the Purple Dragon Knights, to retain a viscount title, and the rest of the clan not only cannot be surnamed Salian, but they are all exiled to Guangze in the east, if you are from Zambia, you should have passed through there." ”

"That's not a good place, oh my God, Lady Lucky, may they be safe." Montero interjected, and the deputy mercenary leader was still interested: "But why are you the last Salian?" ”

"Hmph~Hmph~" Aaron's nose continued to hum, but he didn't say why.

Ferrara glared at Montero, the clever mercenary leader knew what to do.

"For in Cormier the marquis, viscount, and subordinate barons are subordinate titles, and they are subordinate to the superior titles, and the marquis is subordinate to the duke, and the viscount is subordinate to the count, and the subordinate baron to the baron, and such titles cannot be inherited, but are held only while he is alive." Who knew that Miss Priest made up for it, and she said lightly: "The son of His Excellency the Viscount can't be His Excellency the Viscount, so naturally the position of the Viscountess is not so attractive." ”

Aaron tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he stared at Miss Pastor with malicious intent.

Are you tearing down my platform?

Who made you ...... last night Something bad last night! Miss Pastor's lips made a few lip shapes, and a blush flashed across her face.

It seems that Miss Pastor is not a complete saint, she also has a little vindictiveness.

This way, better! Aaron snickered inwardly.

It's still the sentence of Slaanesh, I'm not afraid that you will cry, I am not afraid that you will laugh, I am afraid that you will not cry or laugh!

The distance from the Kalan Lodge to Susar was not very far, and as long as the journey was not delayed, they would be able to reach the city of Susar at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and enter the capital of Cormier.

Ferrara and the others were also gradually relaxed at this time, they were already close to the relatively prosperous areas of the kingdom, the forests on both sides of the road were becoming less and less, the farmland was increasing, the sentry posts were becoming more and more dense, and many patrols organized by the villages themselves could be seen nearby.

In the country, there are many monsters, mountains, forests, grasslands, swamps, rivers, and wilderness There are countless massive races and massive creatures, each of which may threaten the survival of human beings, so any village will organize its own villager self-defense team and patrol to ensure law and order.

Unlike most of the kingdom, Cormir has a strong army and a luxurious army of mages, and the people of this kingdom are proud to be Cormiers, and when the village is attacked, they can safely wait for the support of the Cormier army.

It was only the Havoc two years ago and the Goblin War a few months ago that not only deprived the Cormirs of their beloved king, but also greatly weakened the kingdom's army, so the garrison of the village has been greatly strengthened in recent days, and the villagers are especially careful to guard against outsiders.

Aaron's presence greatly solved the problem, and as soon as they saw the purple dragon coat of arms on his robe, the villagers' reactions were all relieved and a smile on their faces beckoned them through.

Ferrara and Montero also had smiles on their faces, Aaron really saved them a lot of trouble, and even the people sent out to investigate could be spared, just follow the main road.

"Tell me about you, Mr. Ferrara, what about you? You're at least twice my age, right? Why don't you think about this? Seeing that Ferrara and Montero were always interested in him, Aaron took the initiative to change the subject.

"Lord Viscount just call me Ferrara." The mercenary leader touched his beard and sighed: "I am an adventurer, an adventurer, is it too extravagant to consider starting a family and marrying a wife?" ”

"I know that some mercenaries can buy a status after retirement, as a patrol or a town watch." Ferrara pointed to a few young men patrolling not far away, led by two veterans: "But presumably Lord Viscount knows very well that most of these positions are reserved for local retired adventurers, and I don't know if I come from other places...... And that's not the life I want. ”

"What do you want in life?" Aaron was in the mood.

Ferrara's strength is a second-order elite-level warrior, although a warrior is a rotten profession in the country, but Ferrara has elite-level strength, and can already find a place to be a patrol leader or town guard.

In the realm, the level of professionals is roughly divided into four levels.

The first level is generally considered to be novice adventurers, who are still mastering the characteristics of their class, the basis of the entry class, and figuring out the path they should take, they are collectively referred to as the apprentice level, and if they encounter a battle, they can solve the small problems near the farmhouse or village.

The current Aaron and the previous Mage apprentice Hicks are both apprentices.

The second level of mortals began to become unique, non-casters began to master considerable combat skills, spellcasters gradually began to master the three rings of magic, such as fireball and lightning, and they began to have the ability to solve the crisis of towns, cities, and even some small countries, they were collectively called elite.

Ferrara, Montero, and Miss Priest and the female barbarian Asha were on this level.

It is worth mentioning that the strength of professionals at this level began to open, and part-time or "sub-occupations" began to appear.

The mortals of the third rank have reached a realm far beyond the mediocre masses, and even among the adventurers, they are superior in skill. Many casters will be given 6-ring spells, which can already achieve many extraordinary effects, and non-casters will be able to perform many more amazing things while attacking, and these powerful adventurers will face things that threaten a country or even a region.

They are collectively referred to as masters.

The gap that can occur between a master level and a master class is greater than the gap between a normal person and a Kamen Rider.

The fourth level is the famous legend, and their every move can determine the future of a continent or even the multiverse.

The gap between legends and legends is bigger than the gap between normal people and Ultraman.

However, the four levels are not insurmountable, for example, if the fight starts now, Aaron is very confident that he can defeat Ferrara.

Because he was a spellcaster, and Ferrara knew nothing about him.

Even Aaron is not afraid of melee combat, and a truly well-trained mage is not very afraid of melee combat.

"I just want this kind of life, to make a lot of money, to eat a lot of meat, to complete the commissions, to roam around the kingdom." "When you have money, go to the tavern and order a partridge or a flamingo or a quail, a black buffalo, a lark, an egret, anything, no matter how bad it is, you may have a piece of deer steak and shrug," said Ferrara, "and when you have money, you can go to the tavern and order a partridge or a glass of hot gin with the finest death cheese in Hiroze." ”

"Very well, Mr. Ferrara, your menu is already worthy of a king's dinner." Aaron nodded: "I don't eat as well as you at home." ”

"If I wasn't a mercenary, I could afford to eat like this? If you go to the town as a guard, how many children can you give me a year? Ferrara said disdainfully: "If we run this trip, we can earn one or two hundred gold coins, and if we run a few more times a year, can't we eat a few king's dinners?" ”

"But this ...... You haven't thought about it......" Eleanor couldn't help but speak, Miss Pastor's tone was obscure.

"Hey, we're mercenaries in this business, isn't it just freedom, a cool?" Ferrara spread his hands indifferently: "One vote is one vote, and after the death is over, who cares so much?" ”

"Of course I can retire alone, but I have so many cubs under me, they all follow me and give me their lives, I run away, what will they do?" The mercenary leader patted his chest heartily: "I'll do it until I can't do it." ”

These outlaws don't know the preciousness of life!

Miss Pastor gave up persuasion.

The Church of Our Lady of Silver has a good habit of never forcing others.

Aaron thinks differently.

This is a group of freelance handymen and outlaws, as long as they can make money, they are willing to do anything, and the income is obviously several times higher than that of ordinary town guards, Aaron is not even sure if the 800 gold lion coins he received from the royal family of Oberszir in a year can catch up with the income of Ferrara's adventure party for a year and a half.

Of course, underneath the ridiculously high returns are extraordinary loss rates.

According to authoritative data from Candlestick scholars, 20% of adventurers end their adventures after their first adventure because they are killed or disabled, and if there is a veteran belt, this number will be a little lower, but not too low.

It is true that the adventurer's commission is expensive, but the risk that the adventurer has to bear is also very large, and the nobles and employers of all walks of life can publish tasks in the form of advertisements in the adventure guild towns, inviting adventurers who do not need to eat and lodging, do not need any welfare benefits, take care of their own medical expenses, do not need to pay pensions and funeral expenses when they die, and have not paid a penny of compensation after the mission fails.

It's a bit of a great value for money.

Even a country like Cormier, where the royal power is powerful and the elite army is strong, is reluctant to let alone these cheap thugs, let alone other kingdoms that are allied with the chaotic Northland lords.

Of course, adventurers are often different from adventurers.

Aragorn, son of Arazon and chief of the Dendans and king of Eliza, Polomir, son of Denethor II, regent of Gondor, and cousins of Dane Ironfoot, king of the lonely mountain, Dwarven prince Golden Bolt, and Legolas, prince of the woodlands, were also adventurers.

Ferrara's group is also an adventurer.

Obviously, there is no equivalence between the two sides.

What is discussed here is only the latter, which has no fixed residence, no long-term goals, and lives entirely on commissions, wars, trades, and adventures (and in many cases, plundering and murder).

As for the praise poems in the mouth of the bards, the so-called finding ancient treasures and obtaining artifacts, the whole team made a fortune, and the protagonist married a young, beautiful, gentle and considerate princess, became a king in one step, and reached the pinnacle of life.

Heh↑he↑.

This is not to say that this is not the case at all.

Didn't the pavilion chief of Surabaya and the monk of Fengyang also have emperors~

Aaron found himself almost able to look at things from a very cold-blooded perspective of the spectator.

Is this aristocratic logic?

"Mr. Ferrara, I'm a warlock, but due to family traditions, I also have a little bit of warrior ability." Aaron took the opportunity to make his request: "You are a veteran elite warrior who has been in this business for twenty years, I would like to ask, if I plan to go out on adventures or field missions often in the future, do you have anything to teach me?" ”

"Oh? The Venerable Viscount Komyr Salian would ask me, the head of the mercenaries, for advice? Ferrara was really surprised.

"The sage once said that the wisdom of adventurers is infinite." Aaron laughed, his attitude was sincere: "It's always good to hear. ”

Once again, his charisma worked.

"In that case, then I have to talk about the adventures of the Zambian veteran warrior, Ferrara."