After hanging up the private chat, He Feng patted Griffin who was standing at the door and said, "You go back first, I'll do the next thing myself."

"I promise I will obey the order next time, please don't let me go back." Griffin said anxiously after hearing this.

He Feng smiled and said, "I'm not trying to get rid of you, but the next thing is that you really don't need to help you, but you remember what you said. You must listen to my order next time."

"I promise! Then I'll go back first." Griffin said.

"Well, I will go find you again in two days." He Feng waved to him and said.

After Griffin left, He Feng took out the note that Everit gave him yesterday and went to find a place. The large army on Case had done it, and the rest was to get the sharp knife again.

After following the route on the note for five minutes, He Feng found the place, a small wooden house beside the moat in Mit City.

After confirming that he had found the wrong place, He Feng walked up and knocked on the door.

After knocking for four or five times, He Feng found that he did not respond to the door. Just as he was thinking if he was not at home, the door suddenly opened with a "bang".

"Who!" a man with an ordinary appearance rushed out of the room and shouted.

At this time, He Feng couldn't help but remember what Everit said when he gave him a note.

"Okay, I'll find you something to talk to."

Looking at the man in front of him who was full of alcohol and irritable, He Feng just wanted to squirt, "It doesn't seem easy to talk to!"

However, even though he saw that it was hard to speak, He Feng still walked up and handed the note given by Everit to the drunkard and said, "Hello, I was introduced by Everit."

"Well, Everitt!" After saying that, the drunkard burped and took the note from He Feng's hand, squinted and looked at it, laughing a few times, and shouted: "I owe me money to pay it back, but I still want me to help? I look down on me, right?"

Puff... He Feng was confused after hearing the drunkard's words. What the hell is he owed money? Then to Lenovo Everit's rare generousness when he gave four books to himself. This is definitely a pitfall! Return me my touch yesterday!

After He Feng roared wildly inside, the drunken ghost suddenly put his face in front of He Feng and said, "Well!? Is it just you, little guy, who wants me to help?"

It’s obvious that He Feng’s attitude is just a rhythm that he will be torn apart in minutes with just one answer of “yes”!

"No, mentor Everit probably didn't write it clearly. I plan to hire you for a high price." He Feng sorted out his words in an instant.

"Oh~ I said it earlier, it's high price, right? That pork rib is a rare thing to do. Come on, come in, let's have a good talk." After saying that, the drunkard grabbed He Feng and dragged it into his hut.

After being dragged into the hut, He Feng first observed for a while and found that the room had only empty bottles of wine, which was very consistent with the temperament of this drunkard.

Then the drunkard put He Feng down and picked up a bottle of whiskey from the ground, "Gudu Gudu" and took a few sips and said, "Come on, let's talk about the price you have to pay first."

Faced with such questions, He Feng felt that if he hadn't thought about it, he would be beaten up, so he immediately made a rough budget in his mind and said, "100 gold coins."

"How many!?" the drunkard roared after pinching the bottle of whiskey.

"The deposit, 100 gold coins are deposits, and there will be 100 gold after the matter is completed." He Feng immediately added.

"Oh, you said hurry up, that's quite sincere. Tell me what I want to help." After asking, the drunkard picked up a bottle of red wine from the bed frame and started drinking it.

Fortunately, my brother is very adaptable... Xipi, this guy has such a big appetite. Even 100 gold coins can't satisfy him. I can only convince Tim to give more money, Everit, haha, mentor, haha! I'll let you come out sooner or later!

After angrily squirting in his heart, He Feng said, "I don't know what sir is called?"

"Harris." The drunkard replied after squirting out a sip of alcohol.

"Hello, Mr. Harris, I am planning to organize a team to go to the Famine Plain to wipe out those alien races, so I want to hire a powerful helper like you." He Feng said.

"Famine Plain? OK, I don't ask what your team is like. Anyway, as long as your team is still there, I will rush to the front of the team. If your team is gone, I can also protect you from death and guarantee that you will be worthy of your employment." After Harris said that, he drank another sip of red wine.

"It's refreshing! Then let's make a decision. The action time is mid-next month. I'll send the deposit to you within two days." He Feng nodded immediately.

"What!? Hiccup... Forget it, two days are only two days. Anyway, if you don't bring the money, I'll beat Everit's ribs." Harris obviously broke out again when he heard that it would take two days to get the deposit, but he eased again after burping.

After hearing Harris's words, He Feng really wanted to not send the deposit, so he asked him to beat Everitt hard!

"Is there anything else?" Harris asked looking at He Feng.

"It's gone, then I'll say goodbye first." He Feng said that and walked out of the hut.

After taking a breath of fresh air, He Feng took an angrily look at the direction of Everit's cottage, and then thought that this guy would even owe money, and he didn't know why it was for. Could it be that he still had a hobby of gambling in secret?

After thinking for a while, there was no result, He Feng walked towards the next target point, the Mercenary Union.

After passing through the encirclement of players at the door, He Feng came to the front desk and said to the receptionist: "Hello, I want to leave a message."

"Okay, please tell me the name and mercenary level of the person you commented on." The receptionist said with a smile.

"Level 3 Mercenary, Dick." He Feng replied.

That's right, He Feng came to find the Jello team he rescued at the troll camp last time. They were the last part of He Feng's team's plan. Mercenaries were originally a group of people who worked with money. Even if Dick was not a level 3 mercenary, he would definitely know many mercenaries. If he asked him to choose, he would definitely be able to pick out a group of higher-quality mercenaries, which would prevent He Feng from spending money in vain, and his combat effectiveness was also guaranteed.

After leaving a message to see the auction house at 3 o'clock tomorrow, He Feng was about to leave, but he saw a group of players rushing in.

"Mercenary King! Can you take me with me for the next commission? I have trained it as you said!"

"Mercenary King, just take me to entrust me once."

"What!? The Mercenary King is here, go quickly."

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Chapter completed!