It was not yet dawn, and the mountains in the distance shone with a faint color of rouge. The street lights on both sides of the road have been extinguished, and only a few early risers are wandering unhurriedly on the street.

The Catrice was in a brief moment of tranquility.

Squeak-

With a dull sound like grinding teeth, the half-open solid wood door was pulled open from the outside. The popular tavern "South Wind" welcomed its first customer of the day.

"Good morning, bring me a glass of amber. ”

It's not accurate to say that it is a "customer", and for Curt, it is also a place where these mercenaries wait to "work". It is not unavoidable to say that it is the place of work.

"Good morning, it's really early today. ”

The eldest sister, who was sorting out the goods, turned around and said good morning and continued to be busy with the work at hand.

"Ah, I can't sleep, so I came out early. ”

The Southwind Tavern is the first pub in the city to open, so in the early morning before the sun rises, there are already a lot of staff busy in the bar.

"I've never seen you come so early, and your little princess didn't rely on you?"

"She's not up yet, and I'm going to work -- work, it's a matter of attitude. ”

After greeting the acquaintances in the store one by one, Curt ran to the mercenary management office and pasted the name tag representing him in the "standby" grid in the free area.

"Nonsense, you just don't want to be roasted by the sun. ”

Although Curt said it nicely, seeing that he was carrying a book the size of a brick, the eldest sister sitting at the reception table did not think that he had any intention of accepting a job today.

Curt grinned at the aisle bar, looked at today's task list, and heard the eldest sister's ridicule, he immediately retorted: "Can you please not say that, although what you said has a little truth, but I also came with the idea of wanting to work hard all day." ”

"Anyway, you don't take it here or there—what else but amber?"

The eldest sister's work seemed to be over, and as she spoke, she turned her head and took a drink from the large wooden barrel on the wine shelf. The amber grass that has just been taken out of the cellar still exudes an amazing coolness, and a trace of water vapor is steaming up, giving a cool impression.

"Two more bread sets - no bacon. ”

Taking the cold amber grass, Curt ordered his own breakfast as well.

As if jokingly, when the eldest sister wrapped the noodles on the plate, she drew a weird smile on the matching omelet with ketchup: "What, yesterday Lizzie made herself a strange corpse again?"

Lizzie's penchant for pretending to be dead has become an old joke used by many familiar mercenaries to tease Curt.

"No, no—it's not the first time I've seen it, do you think my tolerance is so low? It's just that the bacon in your shop is about the same level as your painting. ”

Looking at the distorted grimace on the quiche that was distorted by pain rather than a smile, he sneered.

"If you don't think it's tasty, you can order something else. ”

"Then there's nothing to order. ”

"Do you believe that I put you in a barrel of cage fire?"

"Ministry new. ”

Curt munched on the vegetable salad in the set meal and slurred in response.

"Ahh

The eldest sister scratched her head a little unpleasantly, it was really a bit uncomfortable for her to deal with this guy Curt - this kind of guy who was smiling all the time really didn't work.

"No, why is this a long-term mission all this time..."

A little grumbling, Curt brutally gnawed on the little bread that remained.

"This can't be helped, some time ago, for some reason, the caravans between us and Yulias suddenly increased a lot. The eldest sister pointed to the last task on the task form, "And besides the guards, aren't there a few others here?"

This section is full of strange tasks such as "please go collect glow-in-the-dark mushrooms" or "hope to help with farming", or "remove hornet's nests" and "find kittens". Curt would even be friendly enough to suspect that there was no need to ask the mercenaries for the mission here.

"It's better to leave those tasks to newcomers, and it's nothing to grab business, but I can't do it to cut off my livelihood. Kurt muttered as he looked at the tasks. He still remembers that when he first came, he had a physical "emotional exchange" with the newcomers of the same period in order to grab this kind of task.

The eldest sister sighed, and she was also helpless against this guy who didn't eat oil and salt.

Curt, who had swept away the breakfast for two, stretched, then got up from his seat and said, "Okay, big sister, borrow the practice field in your backyard, your body will stiffen if you don't move for too long." ”

Walking out of the side door of the tavern is an open space with several wooden figures and arrow targets, which is the so-called "practice ground", where mercenaries can practice basic combat if they are bored while waiting for a mission - or even a fight.

Anyway, the eldest sister once put down her words, "You can make trouble as much as you like - as long as there is no such behavior as being injured, maimed or killed, it will be held accountable by the authorities", so many mercenaries who like to hone their martial arts will also come here to learn and exchange ideas during their breaks.

"Whatever, as long as you don't practice spells, the spell wall that you broke last time hasn't been repaired yet. ”

As soon as she agreed, she immediately changed her mouth and settled the rules of restriction.

Curt, who felt that he was at a loss, had no choice but to accompany the smiling face: "Ahh I know, if you don't let it, you won't let it. ”

Pushing the door open and stepping into the backyard, the smell of the earthy earth mixed with the peculiar budding lantern plants of the summer morning is refreshing, and the dew that still sticks to the blades of grass is like pearls in the twilight morning light, and when touched by someone, it slides to the ground, splashing fine, shining droplets.

The morning light was faintly dewed, and Curt was alone in the driving range. The sun that emerges from the mountain passes in the east shouts good morning to the sky, and the swaying sunlight spreads out from the sky like a surging tide, gradually painting a golden coat on the ground.

The instant burst of light stung Curt's eyes as he stared into the distance, causing him to close his eyes slightly.

The eyes are completely closed, leaving it in incomplete darkness. At the same time, the recurve knife at his waist was removed from the buckle and unsheathed with his left hand, and then held horizontally in front of him.

Concentrate your breath on the inside of your body and feel the subtleties of light and shadow. Let the power pour out from the core, like a spring of water flowing to the whole body.

Almost instantaneously, light and shadow alternate.

Things that were still shrouded in the faint veil of light before the morning light were instantly lit up by the visiting sunlight, shining with holy light in the early morning.

It's coming, it's coming...

The heat reached the tip of the nose.

The closed eyes are painted with vermilion.

It was also at this moment that Curt moved.

The body is twisted and the center of gravity is shifted back. If the leg is stretched out with a bow, the blade is like an arrow.

The power of circulation is concentrated in one place.

Spikes.

This is a "shot" with strength as the string and self-targeting.

The breath that converged in the body burst instantly.

Click!

Leaping several meters, the scabbarded recurve struck the chest of a wooden man who had been placed in a standing position. The scabbard is even embedded in the sturdy hardwood.

"Drink!"

The stamina surged up and poured into the recurve knife.

Click!

The sheathed knife continued to advance until it came out at the other end.

The unsheathed recurve knife pierced the heart of a hardwood puppet that was difficult to cut even with a large axe.

Exhale-inhale-

Curt adjusted his breath, and his wrist was strong again

Take a step forward - flirt!

Syllable!

With flying wood chips, the hardwood puppets were cut into strange shapes.

"No matter how many times I watch it, I feel that your guy's ** ability is not at the level of a human being. ”

The voice of the eldest sister came from behind the door.

"This kind of powerful and powerful slash is almost useless in a battle against large monsters..."

Looking like I'd be embarrassed if you complimented me like that, Curt hung the Kukri knife on the buckle.

The eldest sister sighed: "If you don't cut it with the sheath, maybe it will be a little convincing..."

"There's a commission, I think it's very suitable for you, come and see?"

Then she beckoned him in.

"Oh, perfect for me?"

With some doubts, Curt followed the eldest sister back to the tavern hall.

At the time of Curt's "movement", the tavern had been cleaned up and officially opened for business under the busyness of the staff. But it was probably too early, and the empty tavern hall was filled with only a teenager who looked like he was underage, except for the staff.

Seeing Curt and the eldest sister coming over, the young man saluted and looked very cultivated.

At a glance, the boy's dark eyes are a bit similar to Curt's.

Of course, it was only similar, and Curt didn't know the teenager. His face is still childish, and the lines of his body are a little softer than those of his peers. People with similar appearances are not common here, and most of the people who do occasionally come to work or travel from a large country just across the sea from the Dominion.

In Curt's memory, there were indeed many blackheads in his family history, but he had never visited that big country... Maybe some of my ancestors came across the ocean from that big 6 many years ago?

To borrow the words of an acquaintance, it is called "Since ancient times, mankind has been brothers, and thousands of years ago it was one".

"Eldest sister, the employer is this apprentice, right?"

Curt whispered to the eldest sister's head.

The black boy was wearing a black short-sleeved cloth suit, and a light armor decorated with light white patterns on the outside, which looked quite simple. However, the badge on his chest that looked like an open book already indicated that he was an apprentice at Catrice Academy. Looking at the four-colored ball that was crumpled in the middle of the "book", the young man in front of him was still a freshman of the Elemental School.

It's not surprising that these mage apprentices come to the mercenaries, after all, their research topics often require strange things, so the task they propose is usually to collect some inexplicable materials. But no matter who is assigned to this kind of task, how can it be considered "a task that is very suitable for Curt"?

"The employer is me. ”

The eldest sister gave the answer.

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