Although she is now a registered union member, she has not yet joined the mercenary group, so she plans to leave here first, and then find another way to detour back to the mercenary union.

However, it backfired, and a wave of people came from behind the ink dyeing side, led by a middle-aged man, and a group of several of them were all stunned when they saw the ink dye, and one of them, a little boy who was a few years older than the ink dye, exclaimed in surprise.

I saw him running to a short distance in front of Mo Ran, pointing his finger at Mo Ran, leaning sideways and shouting to an uncle next to him, "Uncle Rong!" How could there be a little girl here! ”

Mo Ran frowned as he looked at the young man's hand that was close to poking his face.

"You'er, don't be rude! Don't put your hands down yet! The middle-aged man scolded the young man a few words.

Then, he walked up to Mo Ran, squatted down and asked softly, "Little doll, why are you here alone?" What about your family? ”

For the middle-aged man's question, Mo Ran didn't answer, but looked at the few people in front of him, they all wore the badge of the same mercenary group on their chests, looking at this situation, they should have come back from doing something and happened to meet her.

The little doll before the middle-aged man met didn't answer, thinking that a few of them had scared her, so he quickly explained, "Little doll, don't be afraid, my uncle and the people behind me are not bad people." ”

"Hmm" Mo Ran replied to the middle-aged man with a calm face, she wondered, she didn't show her fear or other emotions, how could he think she was scared!?

"Then you answer your uncle's question, what is your name? What about your family? Are you separated from the man who brought you here? ”

"......" Can she not answer, such a childish question and answer.

"Little doll?" Rong Zhu saw that the little doll stopped talking again, and shouted loudly.

"My name is Mo Ran, no one brought me here, I came here alone, and now I'm ready to go back." Mo Ran replied to the middle-aged man indifferently.

Rong Zhu was very surprised when he heard Mo Ran's reply, but he was more worried. The five-year competition is coming, it is an eventful season, how can there be such a careless adult who does not take the safety of his children seriously, let them run around, what can I do if something happens?

"Your name is Mo Ran, isn't it, you're a little kid, and you don't have an adult by your side to run around like this, it's very dangerous! It's not early now, so let's go back to our group with your uncle first, you tell your uncle which regiment your family is in, and your uncle will send someone to look for your family later, and when you find it, you will inform your family that you are with us, and let them come to our group to pick you up. ”

For such an enthusiastic invitation, Mo Dye was not easy to refuse, hooked the corners of his lips, and smiled sweetly, "Okay, then I will trouble you, uncle." "Mo Ran followed them through the camps of many mercenary groups, and they also received a lot of curious and questioning eyes along the way, how did the people of the Phantom Moon Mercenary Group suddenly appear a little girl?

"Here we are, little doll, let's go in." Uncle Rong walked to the tent with their flags, lifted the curtain, and said to Mo Ran, who immediately walked in, and Uncle Zhan and the people who followed him followed.

"Old Rong, how is it? Is there a catch today? The man inside saw Zhan Wang and his party coming back from going out to do errands, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

Rong Zhu smiled bitterly, sighed, shook his head, and replied, "No, it's still the same." ”

"Alas, time is also fate, it seems that we can't pass this rating." The man frowned and finished speaking, and everyone present in the tent looked pained.

Mo Ran couldn't help frowning when he heard this endless conversation, what and what did they say? But it looks like something big has happened.

"Did something happen to Uncle Rong? If you bring me back today and let me stay here, even if you help me, you may as well tell me what difficulties you have encountered, and maybe, I can help you. ”

The small group of people who came back with Ink Dye couldn't help but have some good feelings for her when they heard Ink Dye's words, but they didn't have hope in their hearts, after all, what could a child help.

"Old Rong, who is this kid?" Hearing Mo Ran speak, the man only noticed that there was still a child standing in the team outside, but he was too anxious to ask about the result, so he didn't pay attention, ignoring that there was still a child standing in the team.

"When I came back, I found it outside the camp, and I don't know which family had lost it, so I brought it back along the way." Uncle Rong said with a frown.

The man glanced at the ink dye again, and the child in front of him, a young face, although it has not grown now, can glimpse that he must have been born extremely beautiful when he grows up, wearing clothes of good materials. There is also a delicately dressed beast on her shoulder, ordinary people can't afford to raise a spirit pet at all, she must be a child in some family who came out to play and accidentally got separated.

Seeing the man staring at her and Mo Bai, Mo Dye funked Mo Bai's body with his finger.

"Uncle, can you stop staring at me? You can't solve the problem if you look at me. Hearing this, the man withdrew his gaze and smiled awkwardly.

"It's rude, little girl, your kindness, uncle understands it, you can't help." The man sat back on the stool as he spoke, then raised his hand to signal them to sit down wherever they wanted.

Mo Ran chuckled softly, "I don't know what happened to you, but even if it's a big problem, there's a solution to it, isn't it?" Don't look at me as just a child, just deny it, in case there is an adventure. ”

The man sighed deeply, and when he found a listener, he said helplessly, "Actually, there is nothing that can't be said, it's all things that everyone will know about then." ”

Ink Dye sat in a chair, looked at the man, and listened attentively.

"Everyone knows that the Barren North Plain is the place where the Shaking Light Continent is rich in all kinds of beautiful jade, ores, spirit stones, and medicinal materials, and it is also the headquarters of the Mercenary Guild of the Four Nations. This area has been excavated for hundreds of thousands of years, and there are still new spiritual veins appearing, and there are many mercenary groups registered in the mercenary union, and in general, there are at least one or two hundred, so the area that can be divided is inseparable from whether it can have good resources. ”

"So the quinquennial grading contest has something to do with that, right?" Mo Ran took the ink white off his shoulder, hugged it in his arms, and asked slowly.

"Well, every five years, the mercenary union will hold a mercenary group rating competition, and only those mercenary groups that are rated as three stars and above will be assigned to the long-term residence of the corps in the Wild North Plain."

The man paused for a moment, then looked at the ink dye again and continued.

"There is an unwritten rule in the Barren North Plain, as long as the spirit ore vein is found, you can keep it for yourself, of course, this period is five years, once the five-year period is up, only if you pass the mercenary level assessment competition level 3 and above again, you can continue to have the mining right of this spirit ore vein."

"What about those who didn't pass?" Mo Ran touched Mo Bai, who was sleeping in his arms, and asked in a low voice.

The man smiled in a low voice, and said with some desolation, "If you don't pass the assessment, for the three-star mercenary group, it means that the level of the mercenary group will be lowered and the level of the spirit vein will be reduced."

For the corps below three stars, that is, those corps without stars, one star and two stars, do not have the right to mine the spiritual ore veins in the Wasteland Plain, and the corps does not have the right to reside in the Wasteland. ”

Hearing this ink dyeing, I roughly understood that the five-year rating competition is the battle of life and death for every mercenary group, and only new regiments and veterans who pass the assessment of three or more can have the right to stay and exploit.

"So, the head of the regiment asked Uncle Rong to find foreign aid?" Ink Dye asked, glancing up at the man.

The man smiled bitterly, rubbed his eyebrows with his hand, and dragged his tired body back on the back of the chair, "That's right, the new round of the rating competition is about to start, with the current strength of our Phantom Moon, it is unthinkable to be promoted to more than three stars, it is hard enough to keep the level of the existing third-level corps, and the only way for us now is to ask for foreign aid."