The front hall of the "Flute" Hotel in Tatarchuk, the city of mercenaries, always seems bustling and full of excitement. Although the ale here is far from being described as mellow, and the chef's skill in baking bread and stewing beef is not as good as other hotels in the same price range, there are always the most guests here, and most of them are generous, at least on the surface. Pay attention to how much water is in the wine, whether the toast is overcooked, and whether the waiter's attitude is humble and polite. Because the guests who come here are not here to eat and drink. Whenever a waiter carrying a sheepskin scroll walks in from the side door, he always attracts the most attention, and the noisy and noisy voices just now immediately become sparse, and even the berserkers with some half-orc blood are silent. Put on a rude mouth and listen carefully to the adventurous mission that is about to be announced. The person in charge of announcing today¡¯s mission is Garcia Palpas. This middle-aged civilian employee has been working in the Adventurer¡¯s Guild for sixteen years and can be considered a veteran middle-level member of the union. Although he can barely be considered a junior warrior in terms of skill, even many senior adventurers have to give him three points. In the midst of many scorching eyes, Garcia, who looked a little strangely pale, unfolded the parchment scroll, glanced at it quickly, and then announced in a slightly hoarse voice, "Today's first public task, the Fraser Chamber of Commerce purchased Winter at a high price. The wolf fur is limited to 100 pieces, and the price is 30% higher than the market price, but the same number of winter wolf canine necklaces must be provided as a voucher." There was a buzzing sound in the huge front hall. The winter wolf is a very tricky monster. It not only has melee capabilities that exceed those of junior warriors, but also has the spell-like ability of extreme cold breath. If adequate protection is not provided, even a regular knight with fighting energy to protect himself will be transformed into a living ice sculpture by more than a dozen overlapping low-temperature freezing air. However, the fur of this kind of monster is also very valuable. It is not only white and plump in appearance, but also inherently resistant to cold, and can even be immune to some low-level ice magic. When many adventurers were whispering about rewards or silently measuring their own strength, a rough voice that seemed a bit reckless sounded particularly harsh. "Hey, boss, this mission is quite good. There are a lot of fights to be fought!" This voice immediately attracted countless eyes, but most adventurers saw the burly body and fiery red hair of the berserker who spoke. At this time, the original angry expressions became a little stiff, and some people even looked away involuntarily. Crazy Iben is not someone who can be scolded by just anyone. Even if he has changed from the top warrior of the Sons of Flame to a new member of a small mercenary group, his body alone can withstand the brute strength of high-level knights. , it is not something that ordinary mercenary captains can afford to offend. The heavy-armored knight sitting next to the berserker coughed lightly, and then took off his face shield, "Iben, the captain is probably not interested in winter wolves. If you want to deal with those cunning beasts, you must need it." A large number of manpower will do. And you may not be able to fight to the fullest. After all, the winter wolf's fur needs to be intact in order to be rewarded." If the Berserker didn't care much about the first half of the sentence, the second half of the knight's sentence must be. Into the heart of the Berserker. Iben closed his mouth in shock, then grabbed his messy hair with his hands, grinning widely and letting out a silly smile. "You're right, Valedon. I didn't say anything. Just wait and wait for the next mission." The reward for the mission of acquiring winter wolf pelts is obviously not attractive, and the threshold for completion is also very high. There are many people talking about it. The buzzing continued for a few minutes and then gradually died down. Several small and medium-sized mercenary groups jointly took on this task, but from the mocking looks in the eyes of many senior adventurers, it could be seen that they were not optimistic about the success rate of this task. Garcia waited silently until the discussion subsided, then raised the parchment scroll and continued to announce the next task, "Viscount Carcatris of the Principality of Kimor hopes to hire a mercenary team and sign an employment contract with a one-year limit. , accompanied him back to the family castle, and assisted in the security work in the territory. "The discussion this time was obviously much louder than before. Although the price of winter wolf pelts is considerable, getting good quality ones requires much more effort than killing them. The task of escorting a noble is different. Although the reward is not particularly generous, it is often safer and you can get more benefits. For example, this task includes a one-year employment contract. If the job is done well, The transformation from a mercenary team to a noble private army is not without precedent. "Be more detailed, Mr. Garcia, we need more detailed information!" A mercenary captain stood up from his seat uncontrollably, waving his arms and shouting a request. Then people stood up everywhere in the front hall, which can accommodate hundreds of people.??Every face turned red with excitement. Garcia has always enjoyed this kind of scene, because only at this time can he become the center surrounded by many mercenary captains. But this time it seemed that something was wrong with his mood. Before those people could shout out more requests, Garcia raised his hands high and struck each other violently in the air. "Be quiet, captains." Garcia tried his best to raise his voice so that his words could barely penetrate the chaos and noise in front of him. "Viscount Carcatris's mission has requirements. He hopes to hire an elite team. The mercenary team has between 50 and 100 people, and has at least ten quasi-knights" Before Garcia could finish his words, the hall was like pouring a handful of cold water on a boiling oil pan, and it suddenly exploded. The pot was boiling. The mercenary captains were so excited just now, but now they were so frustrated. Some even ignored the etiquette and cursed. The target of the curse was of course Viscount Kakatris. ¡°The requirements of this Lord Viscount are indeed a bit excessive. Adventurers are different from regular armies. Although there are hundreds of mercenary teams registered in the Adventurer Guild, most of them only have twenty or thirty people. A mercenary team with two to three hundred members like Alligator, plus more than a dozen knights and quasi-knights as captains, is simply a behemoth that no one dares to provoke rashly, not even the third-ranked Lieyan in the Adventurer's Guild. His son's overall strength is no more than that of an alligator. Although there are more than forty mercenary teams in the front hall of the "Disheng" hotel, not even one-tenth of the mercenary teams that meet the requirements will naturally cause many people to complain. However, when Ogier, the fifth-ranked leader of the Blackwater Mercenary Group, and Lena, the third-ranked leader of the Sons of Flame Mercenary Group, stood up at the same time, the cursing and noisy voices immediately became lower and replaced by What I envy is the blazing gaze that seems to be able to spit out fire. Unlike Fox King Lena Basten, who has a kind and smiling face, Captain Ogier of the Blackwater Mercenary Group is a senior adventurer with a relatively standard image. In other words, he is tall, has a strong appearance, a strong and dull expression, and his arms are full of strong muscles. Most people who are stared at by his sharp eyes will feel a chill in their hearts. Seeing the two people getting up at the same time, Garcia not only did not become nervous, but instead breathed a sigh of relief. "Captain Lena, Commander Ogier." He put the sheepskin scroll back on the tray on the counter and said helplessly, "There is no doubt that the mercenary teams led by the two captains are qualified. Viscount Carteris's conditions, but this employment contract cannot be divided into two halves. "This situation is obvious. Lena Basten's light blue eyes with a warm smile looked at Ogier, and then. The patient then tightened his jaw, and the muscles of his jaw outlined a strong line. "Ogier, ah, my friend, the Sons of Flame need this job very much, do you agree?" The leader of the Blackwater Mercenary Group frowned deeply. He was unwilling to confront the cunning Fox King, and Blackwater The strength of the mercenary group is also inferior to that of the Sons of Flame, but "I'm sorry, Captain Lena." Ogier crossed his hands in front of his chest, which was an action to express his refusal to accept the request, "Blackwater Mercenary" The Corps also needs this contract. We have richer experience in territorial security, and the price is relatively low." Captain Lena's light blue eyes narrowed dangerously. He was not used to being rejected so bluntly. , after all, the last time I had to give in was already more than ten years ago, and at that time, Sons of Flame was still a small team of less than thirty people. "I don't think so." Lena Basten's tone became gentler, and a tired and reproachful smile appeared on his face, as if a kind old man was watching him make a mistake. descendants. "Ogier, what makes you have such an idea? Is the Blackwater Mercenary Group planning to extinguish the light of the Sons of Flame?" Ogier raised his eyebrows because of the threat in this sentence, but did not show any concession. His attitude was, "The Blackwater Mercenary Group will not yield to any threats, Commander Lena." He replied word for word, "Why not let the Lord Viscount make a choice?"