It's inevitable to take a ticket.

Just like the Renaissance Europe of the earth, there were many guilds. In this plane of high martial arts and high demons, the force value is naturally very important. So, similar guilds have sprung up in major cities—

Cyber also thought that all the guilds in the city had some kind of unified organization. As a result, when I got there, I realized that there was no huge organization, and even the guilds in a city were different, and they were very happy with each other. But for a temporary residence permit...... No matter what age it is, it seems that it is not easy for outsiders to enter the city, and they belong to the black household, right? It is even more difficult.

Coming out of the gathering place of the chicken arteculators, and walking through the only east-west gravel road in the city, Cybertron walked for about twenty minutes - from the [Minfeng Street] in the northwest corner of the city to the east of the city.

"Further east, there is the residence of the city lord's family, and you can't go forward. However, this is the gathering place of the major guilds. Marand is also a bit conscientious, at least he doesn't have a bad inner world of Cybertron, and he works hard to help Cybertron introduce the city - of course, it may also be to show that he wants Cybertron, a countryman, to see the world well: "But here, it's basically a gathering place for all the major guilds with heads and faces." The kind of short-term guilds, such as ocean guilds, expedition guilds, etc. After the mission is completed, it is disbanded, and the private ones are not counted, so they are not here. And what beggars' guilds, hired men's guilds—that kind of ninth-rate thing doesn't deserve a façade here. ”

With a wave of his hand, Marand said, "Most of the guilds here have their own families behind them. There are only a few of the most profitable, textile guilds and the like, which are more profitable. But if you want to say that the most stylish, it has to be our mercenary guild. Well, I think you're a warrior—the people of Bourkeso are warriors, aren't they?"

"No, not a warrior. Cybertron shook his shoulders, and the two two-handed greatswords behind him slammed into each other except for the metallic sound: "We're all berserk. ”

"......" Marand looked at the sword in his waist, which also belonged to a two-handed sword, weighing about forty or fifty pounds. Look at the ...... behind Cyber's back Each one was more than two hundred pounds, and he didn't say anything.

"The warrior's guild is here, the one with the most people. Marand led Cybertron to the Warriors' Guild - all warriors, really! The entire street was filled with two-story civil or masonry buildings, and the Warriors' Guild was in one of the cracked-looking two-story masonry buildings. Listed for business.,There are all kinds of strange picture notices posted outside.,Probably to take care of the dick silk wars who are generally not very high in culture, right?

"This warrior guild is my allegiance...... Or rather, it was opened by the hired Francis family. The people here are nice, so I chose this place. Marand smiled slightly, and there seemed to be other warrior guilds outside of his words: "Here I can issue you a certificate of abode in the city, if you are officially loyal to this family, or ......"

"Don't think about it, there is no example of the Bourkeso people being loyal to other tribes since ancient times. Cybertron waved his hand disdainfully, he was now pretending to be stupid - making himself loyal to the so-called family that he had never seen for a long time? There was no door! Is the treatment good? Is there five insurances and one housing fund? These are all secondary! The main thing is that he is just here to get a familiar face and get a temporary residence permit. Maybe there are still your own parents chasing and killing behind you, it's only right to squint honestly!

“...... It doesn't necessarily make you loyal, you see: all the families are expanding like crazy. That's right, I'm using the word crazy - the territory needs to be guarded, right? The expansion needs to solve the conflict with other families, right? take 10,000 steps back and say that if others don't look for him, he will have to get himself some personal arms to defend himself - you have a name here, and your identity is equivalent to a mercenary. Like me, I want to come and go. ”

Of course, Marand didn't say that there are n more dangerous missions. For example, to open up new territory, new pastures need to be deforested. Hunting out jackals, tigers, and leopards before clearing down the forest will do it, but what if there's a minotaur or goblin in the territory...... Then it's all over the game. There are no strong mercenaries, and the family expansion is to mention the tofu immediately. After all, it's not a peaceful year...... It's good if it's not peaceful, mercenaries can make money!

"Oh...... That's fine. Cybertron nodded, it turned out to be a temporary worker. Take the cabbage money and do the white powder thing? "What should I do?"

"Ordinary people still need to take the school exam, but I guess you don't need it......" Marland muttered as he looked at the two-handed sword that Cybertron was carrying behind his back, and pushed Cybertron into the guild.

This warrior guild is a bit shabby, but it's still clean. Cybertron knew that the guild was formal, because on the way here, he saw many places that didn't even taste good, let alone what the house was like. Therefore, in this year, as long as there is a clean foreigner from another world, it is a regular manufacturer, not a black-hearted workshop.

It's a guild, and it looks more like a shabby little bar. Several wooden round tables are placed on the first floor, along with equally worn wooden chairs. A few people dressed as mercenaries sat lazily in their respective corners as if they were watching the scene, and during the work period, naturally no one drank - it is estimated that some of them could not afford to drink.

"Oh, Marland, you're here, what, are you finally ready to take on the mission?, healed from your injuries last time?" said a greeting from a wooden counter in the back. This greeting came from a very ordinary-looking man of about forty years old, wearing a sheepskin coat, which was a very standard ordinary warm attire in this year, and it was not very cold in early winter. He was about to greet Marand when he noticed Cybertron standing behind him, "Yo? Tastes have changed lately? Have you changed to a penchant for revealing play? Cute, are you—where did you get it? You don't have a single dress to wear in the winter, where did you buy a slave girl?"

"Go, go, damn old Sam - it's a boy. Marand has been paid attention to enough along the way, and he is also a very sunny scenery in winter! After all, Cybertron's appearance matches the dress of this barbarian, which is unhealthy to walk—— but I don't know why, Marand has a refreshing feeling from the bottom of his heart, maybe it's because of such a beautiful slave girl, it can be regarded as a face-saving thing, right?

"Oh, boy?—— you're not just exposing your play, why have you even changed your orientation?" Uncle Sam was stunned for a moment, and immediately teased: "Hey, when did you come out?"

Immediately afterwards, the mercenaries, who were already idle and bored around, stood up one after another, and they were idle when they beat children on a rainy day, so everyone began to watch strongly.

"Less – this kid is a ...... Barbarians. Say his name and scare your guts. Okay, no kidding—" Marand banned his nose and gave his thumb to the game, "Introduce yourself, Cybertron—you're not an outsider." ”

Cybertron looked at Marand and said, "It's an outsider! Even you are an outsider!"

But now he can't be too faceless, and immediately show off his personality - he can see that hiding clumsiness here is that he can't get along with himself, so when it's time to show it, he must show his ability to be recognized by others - at least blow the cowhide out: "Hello everyone, my name is Cybertron?Hellroar?Bourkeso--is the great warrior Yasan?Hell Roar?Bulkeso's son, a descendant of the Immortal King, a member of the Hellroar clan, a Bourkeso— The name is too long, you can just call me Cyber, my name means warrior. ”

“...... What did he say?" Uncle Sam, who was originally smiling, had a deeper smile on his face, but he was somewhat contemptuous: "Marander, you let him say it again—memorized lines, right? The Bourkeso ?—— tell you, if he is really a Bourkeso, Lao Tzu will eat this table! You are also an old fritter with more than ten years of mercenary career, how can you be deceived by such a thing?—— but you look good, sell it......

As he spoke, he patted the wooden table next to him.

"Hehe, I knew you didn't believe me. Marand shook his head, do you see what he's carrying behind his back?

"What? wooden sticks?" Old Sam didn't have good emotional eyes, and he looked pretty good, but he couldn't look at anything else. Immediately took a few steps forward: "Huh...... this ......?"

"I've tried, two-handed greatsword. Marland's face was a little distorted, and he said, "Each one is less than two hundred catties, and the total is four hundred catties." What a real two-handed giant sword, this kid followed me from the south of the city to the north of the city, from the west of the city to the east of the city with his back on his back. ”

“...... Marland, it's been more than seven or eight years since our brothers looked up, haven't you? But this ...... Is he 1.6 meters tall, and is he ...... with a two-handed sword behind his back?—— he?"

"Let's see the real chapter under your hands. Marand said, "But let me tell you, I brought this man, what good will it be in the future......

"I know the rules, and you know them, and I'll stuff a little bit of it into you when he has a benefit. But...... Here. Sesai, Sekedang, you guys go through it all over again. Old Sam stretched out his hand and pointed to the other five or six mercenaries present, and said, "Who's going to compete with him?"

Several mercenaries looked at each other, looking at the smiling Cybertron neither advancing nor retreating. It's not like they didn't hear what Marand said just now - it seems that Cybertron is a soft persimmon that is easy to pinch, and he can pinch it as much as he wants, and he will pinch it horizontally and vertically and pull it home at night. But here's the problem...... Although the dick silk fighters are dicks, their eyes are not bad. When I saw the sword that Cybertron was carrying behind him, I was already starting to get angry—what a man!

As soon as you look at it, you can see that when you walk, you can see that kind of heavy texture and feeling. It's a real guy —— be able to dance this......

It's not magical, it's not magic at all!

"What, you don't go, don't blame me for naming-" Uncle Sam found that there was indeed a group of mercenaries with zero loyalty, and immediately sighed secretly in his heart: "Oh, whoever brings it will solve the problem-Marander, you come." ”

"I ...... This ......" Marland had feelings beyond friendship with Sam's mother at that time, and gradually began to attack Sam's ancestors eighteen generations of women: "Ahem, Sam, of course I can't excuse myself if you let me come." But this person is my recommendation, and if I test him, don't I feel like I'm going to release water?"

your second uncle! Of course Lao Tzu brought by Lao Tzu knows, just those 400 catties, let alone fighting, if you don't do anything, you can throw yourself on yourself and be half of your body!

"Well, that makes sense. So...... Sekedang, you go. He casually clicked another unlucky egg, and although the other party was grinding and chirping, he still walked out with the spear in his hand.

He's a spearman......

Carrying a spear and muttering down the street, Cybertron visually measured the opponent's combat effectiveness.

Cut, the scum of less than five in combat.

With a "snap ——", the other party took off his gloves, and the white leather products looked very new. "I am a descendant of the great warrior Serden, and my name is Sekedown. It seems that everyone here has opened the introduction, holding a gun in his left hand and his right hand on his chest, and he doesn't seem to have any intention of going toe-to-toe with Cybertron: "Let's ...... It's fighting, it's fighting—in the name of the Francis family, I declare war on you—— I'm declaring it again, it's just a slogan, let's fight, it's fighting, it's fighting, it's getting rich, it's getting rich. ”

"Power and glory! Blood and thunder—" Cybertron said otherwise, immediately shouting the slogan he had already concocted. A small person, but the sound of the battle roar was so high that it could be heard clearly within a radius of tens of meters around. It immediately attracted the attention of more than n people - it was originally a competition on the street. Pedestrians spontaneously formed a circle around them. "For the sake of the tribe, win or die——lok'tar_ogar!!——"

The two-handed giant sword was easily drawn from behind, and waving something of about 400 catties with both hands was as simple as waving two toothpicks, but it was vigorous!

In the end, he also plunged into the gravel road, so that everyone knew that the thing in his hand was genuine.

At that time, the spearman named Sekedang on the other side was stupid - the joke was too big, right? This ...... The level difference is too much, and I'm still staying in the novice village, so this is a full-level tuba slaughtering the novice village?