Chapter 5: The Crisis of the Guild ()

The invitation and promise of the Ranger did not bother Yao Yan for long. After he had a routine exercise before going to bed, he just planned to go to bed, but heard the sound of knocking on the door below. Then Yao Yan heard the door opening sound of the father's room opposite, followed by the sound of going downstairs.

Yao Yan pricked up his ears. In the quiet night, he could easily hear heavy footsteps. To be honest, the sound was actually more like something hitting the floor heavily, rather than walking. Such a special sound, Yao Yan didn't have to guess at all, just to know who was coming.

Yao Yan opened the door, held the oil lamp, and walked down the stairs. He saw that the light below had already lit up.

The guild building is not tall outside, but it is actually two-story. The main reason is that the hall of the entire house is much concave, so that the tall man will not reach the ceiling when he stands up. This is the architectural style of the Solar Mountains, the hometown of my father.

On the ceiling is a chandelier covered with dust. The copper lampshade on the chandelier is already covered with patina. The smoke-black place on the ceiling shows that this chandelier is not a furnishing, but has once been lit with expensive whale oil. The glory of the past seems to be in my father's memories, just like this chandelier, which has long been mottled rust.

There were five tables in the hall, each with four benches, and these tables and chairs were seriously damaged, and many of them were broken. At the bottom, there was an L-shaped counter. The vermilion paint on the counter was mottled, and a wooden board was patched with a lower left corner. There was a quill on the counter. The ink stained on the quill had long turned into a hard block, and a curly rag was thrown randomly in a corner of the counter, with only a few lines of words written on it.

At the corner of the L-shaped counter, there was a shrine. The mud statue inside the shrine was completely unable to see clearly. The god stretched out his hands forward, arched his hands, and there was a hollow in the middle.

This statue of god has been here for unknown long. When my father has time, he will wipe it clean with a rag, but he has never seen him incense.

In front of the shrine, a black cat with half of his ears was lying. The black cat was very lazy and never saw it awake. The purring sound when it was asleep was really loud. Yao Huang always wondered whether it was a cat. Behind the counter, there was a mangy dog. The fur on the mangy dog ​​was said to be yellow or yellow, but it was not white. It was bald in the east and bald in the west. I really didn't know when it would turn into a bald dog. This dog was deaf and blind, and had long been unable to see the door. Some people kept urging my father to kill the dog and eat meat. But my father was an old man. Under his inhuman appearance, he had a delicate and kind heart, otherwise he would not have taken in the homeless Yao Huang.

Behind the counter is a large cabinet with a height that reaches the ceiling. There are many small grids. Each grid door is marked with various numbers. It was once filled with various scrolls containing tasks, but now it is empty. Even the cabinet at the bottom left has become a tool box at this time.

There is a door next to the big cabinet that leads to the kitchenette behind. It used to provide all kinds of food and all kinds of tableware inside, but it has been covered with a layer of dust. I don’t know how long it has been since anyone used it. Yao Yan and his father usually solve their food problems on the stove outside.

"Grandpa Niu, why are you here?" Yao Yan rubbed his eyes, looking confused, and the person who was whispering to his father was Lao Niu Tou, who was one of the only three mercenaries recorded in this guild.

No one knows what the old bullhead is called. Whether old or young, everyone in this town, including his father, calls him Old bullhead. He is an old bullhead, with his horns broken, and the lines on it are like trees rings, filling his whole body with a vicissitudes of life. His body is covered with gray mane, and a slender tail always droops weakly, and even the strength to drive away the gadfly seems to be gone.

He used to be my father's partner on his adventures. After a failed mission, he lost his right leg forever, replaced by a piece of wooden stake.

When the thick wooden stakes land on the ground, the ground always trembles.

It just so happened that my father didn't want to be a mercenary anymore. After opening this guild, he retired and became a staff member of this guild.

Over the years, the reason why this guild has not closed down is actually because he has a lot of strength.

Because this guild has become all the spiritual sustenance for him and his father. Sometimes, Yao Yan can see him and his father sitting in a dark corner, without lighting the lights, just pouring wine and pickles, and recalling the past with a lot of energy. The endless night covered their old age and their loss, leaving only their energetic voices. At that moment, they seemed to live in the past that never left. The dead or washed friends seemed to sit silently in the dark beside them, listening to them chatting until they mentioned a topic that no one would want to mention.

The old bullhead did not come alone. Behind him, there was a tauren boy.

Of course, the boy was just talking about age. Judging from his appearance, he could not tell that he was a boy. He was more than seven feet tall, half a little taller than Yao Yan. He was wearing only a pair of shorts, but his body could not be said to be ** because the Taurus had thick hair. His thick mane fluttered desperately behind his head, and the beard on his chin could be braided into fine braids. The pair of horns were sharp and smooth, as if carefully polished. When he first saw this boy, Yao Yan didn't believe that he was only nineteen years old. In the Taurus world, it can even be said that he was not yet adult.

He stretched out his arm with only three fingers and supported the old bullhead with a crutch. This man was the old bullhead's grandson, named Kane Longmane.

"Kain, I want to have some wine and chat with your grandpa. If you are sleepy, go up and sleep with Yao Yan first." The father ordered. The tauren boy obviously didn't think much about it. He yawned a big yawn and walked towards the stairs. His thick hooves slashed the stairs.

"Yao Yan, you can take your brother Kane to rest first, let's chat for a while." Seeing that Yao Yan was standing there without moving, the father gave another order. Yao Yan nodded and turned around and walked upstairs.

Kane followed behind him, stretched out his two strong arms and picked him up, like he was carrying a newborn baby, and carried him upstairs.

The rooms on the guild were originally all guest rooms, but now except for the bedrooms of Dad and Yao Yan, the other rooms are full of miscellaneous items. Over the years, no one has lived here.

Although it is sometimes hard to imagine, this tauren boy is Yao Yan's only friend of the same age in this small town.

The Bullhead boy was the grandson of the old Bullhead. When he took the risk with his father, he already had several children. However, they had been living on the Green Field Plateau, thousands of miles away. Although the living conditions there were poor, it was a paradise for the Bullhead people who could live as long as there was grass. There, the old Bullhead guy already had a large family, but he had been staying in the town and refused to leave. His sons sent him a grandson to accompany him, that was the Bullhead boy named Kane, who had long mane.

Because of the relationship between the two adults, Kane almost regarded this guild as his home. When Yao Yan first came to this world, the Taurus boy always came to see him curiously. In fact, the room where Yao Yan lives now used to belong to the Taurus boy.

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"Wait." Seeing that he was about to lie down, Yao Yan quickly stopped him. As long as this simple and honest boy lay down, he could not wake him up even if he beat the gong in front of him. The only reason why Yao Yan could tolerate the bull-headed boy sleeping in his room was that he didn't snore yet.

"What's wrong? Little Demon?" The honest and honest bull-headed boy also has one disadvantage, which is that he is vague. Perhaps he is better at speaking the tauren, because that language is always straightforward, and the twists and turns of human language make him unable to bear it, so he rarely speaks in front of strangers. Even Yao Yan's name, Yao Yan, taught him many times, but he could not learn to turn and say two completely different syllables. He was originally called Yao Yan "Yaoyao", but this name was really disgusting, so Yao Yan finally taught him to call himself Xiao Yao. Of course, the tauren pronunciation is Xiao Yao.

"Well, I'll ask you." Yao Yan jumped out of the bed with his eyes lit up, lay on the blanket beside the Taurus, and asked, "What is Grandpa Niu coming here today?"

"I don't know, grandpa didn't tell me." The Taurus's voice was a little ambiguous, and it was mixed with some Taurus's language habits, like food in his mouth.

Unlike Yao Yan, who is curious, the Taurus boy rarely cares about these things. His world is very simple, just like his thoughts.

"Do you have no curiosity at all?" Yao Yan shook his head helplessly, grabbed the stout horns of the bullhead boy, and shook it hard for a long time until he was dizzy and then let him go. Then he found a wooden bowl from the table, pressed it on the floor, and pressed his ears on it.

The tauren shook his head and looked at Yao Yan with some curiosity. A faint voice came from below, intermittently, obviously the voices of the father and the other were very low.

"...I just learned the news, so I'll tell you quickly." This was the voice of the old bullhead.

"Damn it never comes alone..." The father sighed helplessly, and then he only heard the sighs of the two of them.

What kind of disaster does not happen? What bad news? Yao Yan shook his head and moved the wooden bowl, intending to hear more news, but the intermittent sound below was unreal.

"Bad news? I know one." The bull-headed boy muttered, put his hands behind his head and lay down.

"What? Do you know? Wait..." But Yao Yan shouted too late. At that moment, the Tartar boy was already lying on the blanket. Almost in the moment, the Tartar boy breathed evenly.

Yao Yan shook the horns of the bullhead boy, but the bullhead boy had no intention of waking up.

This is really...an enviable mentality. The boy thought to himself that he had to continue lying on the wooden bowl, trying to hear some useful information, but in the end he fell asleep in the intermittent sound.

After a while, until the east was already white, the whispers below stopped. Old Red sent the old bullhead away and gently pushed open Yao Yan's door. Seeing the two little brothers rolling into a ball on the ground, Old Red showed a kind smile on his face.

"Puff!" After blowing out the oil lamp that was about to burn out, Old Red slowly brought the door and separated the light of the oil lamp in his hand outside the door.

"Bang!" In my sleep, the calves' slender tail shaking and hit Yao Yan's arm. Yao Yan frowned, muttering something that could not be heard clearly, fiddled his tail aside, turned over, and fell asleep again.

Standing quietly outside Yao Yan's door for a moment, then Old Red made up his mind.

No matter how difficult the situation is, there seems to be no need to let the two of them know, and there will always be a solution.

But is there really a way? Why is it this time?

When he returned to his room, Old Red was not sleepy at all. He sat in front of the table and sat in the dark for a long time.

"You ask this?" In the early morning, the calf head waved its slender tail and drove away a fly around him. He asked Yao Yan, who looked curious. After getting a positive answer, he grabbed his thick mane and said, "I heard from my grandfather yesterday that someone seemed to die, as if he was named Eden."

"Is it Kelovy Eden?" Yao Yan asked?

"It seems to be this name." The little calf head grabbed his head, obviously not taking this name to heart. He did not know the meaning of the name.

In fact, Yao Yan doesn't know much about this person, just this name.

However, Yao Yan knew one of the important identities of this person.

He is one of the only three registered mercenaries remaining on the Thunder Killing Guild roster.

Now, there are only two mercenaries in the Thunder Killing Guild.

Although Yao Yan has not yet had an in-depth understanding of the language of this world, his father gave him the enlightenment textbook for literacy, called the "Guizhou Convention". This convention was formulated by the Guild Association. The above clearly stipulates the guild rating method, the task difficulty rating method, the mercenary rating standard, etc. At the same time, it also stipulates the entry standards.

The entry standards are very simple, with only three: "The minimum level of the guild is F. The required conditions for the F-level guild are: 1. At least ten F-level tasks are published and completed within one year; 2. The guild president himself is a mercenary of level F or above; 3. The number of F-level mercenaries registered by the guild is three or more. If any of the above three items does not meet the standard, the guild qualification will be disqualified."
Chapter completed!