Before dawn, the mountains in the distance were slightly radiating with rouge. The street lights on both sides of the road had gone out, and there were only a few early passers-by on the streets swaying slowly.

Katris is in a brief tranquility.

Squeak-

With the dull sound like grinding teeth, the half-open solid wood door was pulled open from the outside. The "Nanfeng" of the public tavern welcomed its first guest today.

"Good morning, give me a cup of amber grass."

It is not accurate to say that it is a "customer". For Curt, this is also a place where these mercenaries are waiting for "work". It is not impossible to say that it is a work place.

"Good morning, I came here very early today."

The elder 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."

Nanfeng Tavern is the earliest tavern in the city, so before the sun could show its head, there were already many staff in the bar busy.

"I've never seen you come so early. Your little princess is not lying to you?"

"She hasn't gotten up yet, and I want to work - work, this is a matter of attitude."

After saying hello to the acquaintances in the store, Curt ran to the Mercenary Management Office to paste his name tag 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, he saw a book like the size of a brick in his hand. The eldest sister sitting on the reception desk didn't feel that he had the intention to accept the job today.

Curt smiled and walked around the bar, looking at today's task list, and when he heard the elder sister's teasing, he immediately retorted: "Can you please stop saying this? Although what you said makes sense, I came here with the idea of ​​wanting to work hard all day long."

"Anyway, you don't accept this or that - what else do you want besides amber grass?"

The work on the eldest sister's head seemed to have come to an end. As she spoke, she turned her head and took a glass of drink Curt's request in the large wooden barrel on the wine rack. The amber grass that had just been taken out of the cellar still exuded an amazing coolness, and a trace of water vapor steeped up, giving people a cool impression.

"Two more bread sets - don't have bacon."

After taking the cool amber grass, Curt ordered his breakfast.

As if he was joking, the eldest sister packed the noodles into the plate and used tomato sauce to draw a strange smile on the matching egg cake: "Why, Liqi made herself into a strange corpse yesterday?"

Liqi's habit of 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 store is about the same level as your painting."

Looking at the twisted face on the egg pancake, it is better to say that it is a distorted grimace because of pain than a smile.

"If you think it's not delicious, you can order something else."

"Then there is nothing to order."

"Believe it or not, I'll put you in the bucket of fire?"

"Ministry New."

Curt chewed the vegetable salad in the set meal in big mouthfuls, responding in a speechless manner.

"Ahhhh, I really can't do anything to you - have finished watching it? Do you want to take on any work?"

The eldest sister scratched her head a little unhappy. It was really unpleasant to deal with this guy Curt - this guy who kept smiling is really hard and hard.

"No, why have you been doing this kind of long-term mission during this period..."

As if he was a little complaining, Curt chewed the remaining bread cruelly like venting his anger.

"There is nothing to do about this. Some time ago, the caravans between us and Ulias suddenly increased a lot." The elder sister pointed to the last task on the task table, "And besides the guards, aren't there a few other things here?"

All the published tasks on this section are like "Please go collect luminous mushrooms" or "Hope to assist in farming", or they will be some strange tasks such as "picking hornet's nests" and "finding kittens". Curt friendly even suspects that there is no need to ask mercenaries for the tasks here.

"It's better to leave those tasks to newcomers. It's not a big deal to grab business, but I can't do it if I cut off my life." Kurt murmured as he looked at those tasks. He still remembered that when he came, he had a physical "emotional exchange" with newcomers of the same period in order to grab such tasks.

The eldest sister sighed, and she was helpless to this guy who couldn't get into the air.

Curt, who swept away the breakfast for two, stretched his waist, then stood up from his seat and said, "Okay, sister, I'll lend it to your backyard driving range. If you don't move for too long, your body will be stiff."

Walking out from the side door of the tavern is an open space with several wooden human figures and some archery targets. This is the so-called "driving ground". If the mercenaries are really bored while waiting for the mission, they can also come here to practice basic combat - or fight one is not bad.

Anyway, my elder sister once said, "Make whatever you like - as long as there is no such behavior as being injured, disabled, and killed, which will be held accountable by the government." Therefore, many mercenaries who like to practice martial arts will come here to discuss and communicate during rest.

"Whatever, as long as you don't practice spells, the spell guard that you ruined last time has not been repaired."

She immediately re-entered the rules for restrictions after she agreed.

Curt, who was conscious of his fault, had to smile with him: "Ahhh... I know, if you say you don't want to give in, you won't give in."

When I pushed the door and stepped into the backyard, the unique sprouted lantern grass mixed with the smell of soil in the early summer morning came to my face, which made me feel refreshed. The dewdrops stuck to the grass leaves were like pearls in the dim morning light. They slid down to the ground when touched by someone, splashing fine and shining droplets.

The morning light was slightly dewed, and there was only one person in the practice field. The sun rising from the mountain pass in the east said good morning to the earth, and the sunlight spread out from the sky like a surging tide, gradually applying a layer of golden coat to everything on the ground.

The instant burst of light stinged Curt's eyes, staring at the distance, making him close his eyes slightly.

Close your eyes completely, letting it sink into incomplete darkness. At the same time, the left hand removed the reflex knife at your waist from the buckle and the scabbard, and then raised it in front of you.

Converge your breath inside the body and feel the subtleties of light and shadow intertwined. Let the power surge out of the core, and flow into the limbs like flowing water from the fountain.

Almost for a moment, light and shadow alternate.

Things that were originally shrouded in the dark veil before the dawn were instantly lit up by the sunlight, shining with holy light under the early morning.

Here comes, here comes...

The heat is stained with the tip of the nose.

The closed vision is painted with vermilion.

It was also at this moment that Curt moved.

The body twists, the center of gravity moves backwards. The legs are like bows, and the blade is like an arrow.

The power of circulation is concentrated in one place.

Punch.

This is a "shooting" with strength as the string and self as the arrow.

The breath converged in the body burst out instantly.

Click!

After leaping several meters, the recurve knife with the scabbard accurately hit the chest of a wooden man who was placed in a standing posture. The scabbard was even embedded in the solid hardwood.

"Drink!"

The aftermath surges up and is poured into the reversing knife.

Crack! Crack-

The sheathed knife continued to advance until it came out on the other end before stopping.

The unsheathed reflex knife made the hardwood doll that was difficult to cut even with a big axe and felt a chill.

breathe--

Curt adjusted his breath and exerted his wrist again

Take a step forward - flirt!

Bang!

With the splash of wood chips, the hardwood doll was cut into a strange look.

"No matter how many times I look at it, I feel that your physical ability is not as good as that of a human."

The voice of the elder sister's head came from behind the door.

"This kind of slash of power and speed is almost useless in the battle against large monsters..."

As if I would feel embarrassed to praise me like this, Curt hung the reflex knife and buckled it.

The eldest sister sighed: "If you didn't cut it with sheaths, it might be somewhat convincing..."

"I think there is a commission, I think it is suitable for you. Come and have a look?"

Then she greeted him in.

"Oh? It's very suitable for me?"

With some doubt, Curt returned to the tavern hall with his elder sister.

While Curt was "exercising", the tavern was already neatly packed with the staff and had officially opened for business. But it was probably too early now. In the empty tavern hall, there was only one teenager who looked underage, except for the staff.

Seeing Curt and his elder sister come over, the boy saluted and looked very well-educated.

At roughly, the boy's black hair and dark eyes were a bit similar to Curt.

Of course, it was just similar. Curt did not know this young man. His face was still childish, and his body lines were slightly softer than those of his peers. People with similar appearances were not common here. Most of the people who occasionally saw them came from a great country that was a sea away from the Dominion.

In Curt's memory, there are indeed many black-haired people in his family history, but he has never visited that big country... Maybe some of his ancestors came from that continent many years ago, right? Then there will be some connection.

To borrow the words of an acquaintance, it is called "Since ancient times, humans have been brothers, and a family was a thousand years ago."

"Sister, what you mentioned is the employer, is this apprentice?"

Curt whispered to his elder sister's head.

The black-haired boy was wearing a black short-sleeved cloth suit and was decorated with light white patterns on the outside, which looked quite simple. However, the badge on his chest that was made into an open book style has shown that he was an apprentice at the Catris Academy. Looking at the four-color balls in the middle of the "book", the boy in front of him was still a freshman of the Elementary School.

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

“I’m the employer.”
Chapter completed!