Early in the morning, a mage tower carriage drove into the manor.

Michael came to visit Annan and at the same time sent him an invitation: "There is an interesting commission in the mercenary hall, and I want to invite you to join." ”

"At this time?"

Annan, who had just experienced the conspiracy, now doubted everything that had happened to him.

"Don't you want to make a name for yourself? What could be more appropriate than a mercenary hall? "A professional's mouth is as loose as a girl's clothes." ”

Michael was vulgar and not at all like a mage.

Of course, the mage wouldn't let there be an ugly scar on his forehead that only a warrior would be proud of.

"What commission?"

"A Stephen dwarf giant somehow ran off to the outskirts of Breeze, ravaged a field and smashed a farmstead, and ran into the woods. But it's not the bounty that's valuable, it's that Stephen dwarfs like to collect spell books. ”

"I have a special source of information: Andrew Luna, who did not want to be identified, said that this Stephen dwarf giant had a spell book on him."

"Is it just us?"

"And my teammates. They'll also be one of the mercenaries who preach you, and they'll be as reliable as I am. ”

Annan agreed to the invitation. Last night's horror didn't frighten him, and he couldn't have shrunk in the manor all the time, waiting for the day when his identity would be revealed.

Being known to the wider community was his and Augusta Olmedo's shared goal.

But before leaving, Annan still had to ask Deella what she thought: "Are you with me?" ”

"Where you go, I'll go."

No man can resist the loyalty of an elf—even if Deira obeys the Wine Lady.

After explaining to the head maid that he was going to leave for a while, Annan took a small bag of gold coins and Deella into the carriage and headed to the mercenary hall.

However, when he was about to go out, he was unexpectedly stopped by a servant waiting at the gate of the manor.

"Lord Ormedo, let me remind you here." The minion explained, "Please be careful of their attacks after leaving the manor. ”

"Which Olmedo?"

"Your Excellency."

"I'll take notice."

Annan returned to the carriage.

The carriage moved on, and Michael didn't talk about it, and an epic spellcaster wanted to jump over the carriage guard to eavesdrop on their communication. He turned to the day-to-day: "The Mage Tower has been spreading your deeds recently. ”

"What do they say?"

"I was very concerned at first, but then I knew that you were a warlock and waited to see the joke."

In line with Annan's stereotype of a mage.

As the mage carriage drove through the long street and approached the mercenary hall, Michael said, "If you're worried about accidents, you can hire a team of elite guards. ”

"How much?"

Michael estimated the price, and Annan directly refused - the price of hiring an elite team of five people was actually several times that of the Blue Dragon.

But Michael thinks that this price is quite affordable, and this is still for the sake of the king of the north, if it is an ordinary nobleman and a rich man, it will only be more expensive.

"Why is a team of elite-level professionals so expensive, and the master professionals are not only 3 gold nar per day?"

"Where did you see that?"

"Andrew Luna's tavern heard it."

Michael had no choice but to correct Annan's misconceptions: "A master professional has at least hundreds of gold coins per mission, and if it is calculated by the number of days, it will not be less than 50 gold coins per day according to the needs to be done." ”

"What if it's a spellcaster?"

"100 gold coins per day, and all magic materials must be provided during the period."

Annan recalled that he had actually wanted to hire the blue dragon for 6 gold coins, and was silent.

Find a chance to compensate the blue dragon a little more, it seems to like those gems......

As we approached the mercenary hall, the hustle and bustle of the streets resembled a market.

Michael led Annan to a tavern not far from the mercenary hall, where his team was waiting. "That's what I told you, young King of the North, Annan Reeves."

The sound of deliberately making it audible to the entire tavern unsurprisingly attracts everyone's attention.

Ignoring them, Michael introduced Annan to his teammates: "Kadalina. ”

A valiant and fierce female warrior bowed her head. With a scar on his forehead, Michael looked like a young child in front of her. She was blind, she had no ears, half of her teeth were missing, she had three fingers on her left hand, two fingers on her right hand, and every inch of her skin was covered with horrible and ugly scars, like the rudimentary human form carved by a jerky carver's knife and axe.

Michael said, "She's the most heroic berserker, and even Greenskins pee their pants like a fart when they see her." ”

Annan was partly convinced: the woman in front of her, even if she was wearing shorts and chest guards that could not block any weapons or any gaze, would not get a single gaze in this tavern. All eyes around her would skip over her.

I don't believe the part about "Greenskin scares peeing pants" - the Warlock's Codex says that Greenskin is a plant and has no gender, so it should also have no excretory organs.

"Francois."

A young man dressed as a nobleman, with a feminine and handsome appearance, clutched Annan's hand with tears in his eyes: "I have finally met you, great king of the north. ”

The sudden title of "greatness" made Annan at a loss and looked at Michael Christ.

"Shameless Baron, Annan doesn't like that."

"Of course...... Of course......" Francois let go of Annan with a sneer, but his waist could no longer be straight.

If it weren't for Michel, Francois might have kissed Annan's shoes.

Michael said that Francois was a baron, but he had a bad reputation, such absurd things as his love of women's clothes and his adoptive father's imprisonment when he was young.

"Klein."

Then there's the burly silhouette of a man in fully enclosed armor.

"Hello, King of the North."

A gruff voice peeked through the steel mask, and Michael said he never took off the armor.

Klein is a strong fighter. Even death won't bring him down - it's also obvious.

Annan could see that everyone in this team had unique skills. Even if it's yourself.

Isn't it legendary that a low-level warlock from another world who pretends to be the king of the North can summon a blue dragon using a low-level summoning technique?

Then it was Della's turn to follow. They looked at the elf at the same time.

"Elves, assassins."

"Alright, let's get down to business."

Michael unleashed a soundproofing spell to make it impossible for anyone around him to eavesdrop, and continued, "The Stephen Dwarf Giant Challenge is at the elite level, but we are fully equipped and it is not a hassle to solve it. However, I also took a commission to clean up the rodent infestation and help the team run in. ”

"Rat-infested?"

"It's just some wandering nezumi. They don't usually carry the plague, they are stronger than kobolds and weaker than lizardmen, which is just right for us to practice. ”

(End of chapter)