"Get out of the way! Hand over the mission! Don't block the way! Can you afford to pay if the D-level mission is stopped?"

"Thunder Hammer Team is recruiting! C-level mercenary team, I was the only one left after seven deaths in the last mission. After this mission is completed, I plan to go back to my hometown to get married! If you think this name is good, add it and the team will transfer it!"

"Receive the task! Take the task! That C-level! The one who is looking for the snake grass! I will take the... Fuck! Who is so quick!"

As soon as he opened the door, the noisy sound almost looked like a substantial fist, which gave a few newcomers a heavy blow. Even Gao Gen, the old mercenary, raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw this scene - he was pretty good when he came. The mercenary hall at that time was very normal and orderly, not as chaotic as it is now.

If you actually see mercenaries elsewhere, everyone will find that they are an extreme creature. Just like here.

There is no distinction between race and gender. Almost everyone shows their unique side at extremes. From jewelry, movement, behavior, and style, almost no one is the same. It is like being afraid of repetition. In a tavern or lively area, you can see these guys clamoring and showing their vitality anytime and anywhere.

But in addition to these places, the Mercenary Guild handling hall is generally very silent. Everyone is solemn and performs all handover activities with a very rapid speed. Because each task represents the risk of unknown and death. Every time the task is returned, it may be to escape from death, or to sacrifice companions before being freed from the crisis. This spirit is already tense to the limit and can still shout loudly. It is simply a strange flower in the mercenary world.

Similarly, except for the famous mercenary hall of the "Egg Top Hammer" in Doron Town.

As mentioned earlier, this only town-level mercenary union can be said to be a strange flower among all mercenary unions. A town with only 10,000 people cannot find any masters to support the storefront, nor can it find any professional equipment. The only third sequence is the president who was transferred directly from the headquarters, and is also an assassin who is not in frontal combat.

This also brings some very strange advantages. Because of the lack of manpower, everything is simple. Many teams with colorful intestines, rich young men, or purely fun people will come here to evaluate.

The evaluation of mercenary squads by other mercenary unions is extremely strict. The mercenary union needs to be given five D-level or above mercenary tasks and two C-level exploration tasks. This is considered passing the level and becoming a primary D-level team. In order to upgrade, you also need to have many recommendations and outstanding results among similar ones. You must also pass the professional certification.

Because these mercenaries who go out represent all the credibility of mercenaries in every city, it is not possible to be strict. For some people who are famous, as long as you say that you are a Class X mercenary team in a certain city, everyone will respect you.

But Duolun Town is different. What can you do if you have money in a mere town? The reputation of the mercenaries in the entire mercenary world is simply a piece of shit. If it weren't for the individual mercenary assessment that had nothing to do with the town they were in, I'm afraid that the B-C-level mercenaries registered from Duolun Town would not be able to explain how their class came about.

So how does the system that has been criticized work? As long as someone recommends it, those who have recommended teams above C level can be directly pulled into the mercenary union system. As long as you pay ten gold coins every year, you can do it. If you want to advance, please transfer and pay. Teams with more than three people and less than seven people are fifty gold coins. More than seven people and more than twelve people are 100. Each person with more than twelve people is ten gold coins. In other words, as long as you have money, you can do whatever you want.

Moreover, this mercenary union has creatively launched a system of joint positions and timeliness. There is no task for a year, and the mercenary team number will be recycled, and it will be auctioned at a small auction. If a team does not pay the money, then all relevant teams will be implicated until he pays the money. Because of this, almost anyone with a little dignity or a little news will not come here to sign his own mercenary team treaty. That is simply a joke about his future.

If the income of this small place had not been able to match the remittance fees of three or four big cities, the leaders of the Mercenary Union would have demolished this place that was insulting to the mercenaries. This place was simply a place of shame in the eyes of all mercenaries.

But since you have paid the money and have a bad reputation, the leaders will turn a blind eye and let them play.

"Oh? Isn't this Mr. Gaogen? Here and here! The procedures have been completed for you long ago. Let your teammates come!"

While the group was at a loss, a loud and harsh sound came from the noisy crowd. A green-skinned goblin stood on the bench, with a sign of "Mercenary Squad Signing Office" hanging in front of him. He was afraid that others would not see the same, and he held a horn with a rather strange shape and shouted to Gaogen.

Following the goblin's pointing, almost all the frightened people turned their heads to look at the people walking over. Then their eyes seemed to have been subjected to a permanence technique, and they could no longer deflect even a little.

There was a sound of saliva swallowing sound in the entire hall.

God, is this true? I was so lucky to see five beauties traveling together in my lifetime!

The thoughts of these mercenary scum were all hung on their faces, and their eyes were red like wolves scanning the bodies of the people coming out. The Giyankis who were following the last were selectively ignored. Didn’t the goblin say Mr. Gaogen? Then the goblin must be referring to the agent? Then it was the Giyankis who were naturally not?

In everyone's eyes, it was like a burning flame, with red hair and red eyes, and a woman in a black windbreaker, ignoring the beauties behind her for help with her, and walked to the goblins under the baptism of everyone's eyes, and signed a signature with very complex patterns on the mercenary agreement.

Some of the mages and wizards who learned mixed things looked at the twisted and complicated font and subconsciously took a breath of air. They turned out to be the name signed with the most authentic elves. They are usually only used for agreements with great effect.

"Tsk, boring..."

A pair of red eyes glared at the crowd of people with some disgust and impatientness, and said to the beauties behind them.

"Then let's do it first. You sign here now, think about the name of the team and then make basic written records with this goblin. Then wait for me in the hall. I'll talk to the president here for a little."

"…Eh? Eh?!Aren't you with us?"

"Ah, no need."

Facing the girl who was almost shrinking into a ball at the end, looking like an angel, the red-haired man took a deep breath of the cigarette in his mouth. He drew the full one to one third in just one mouthful. The cold temperament that was inadvertently exuded when he spoke made everyone feel cold all over.

"I don't know that they dare not do anything. Don't look at them like this, most of them are pretty good people. When you see teasing or chatting with them, you don't need to say anything. If you don't want to, don't hold back. Just say hello to them three times, and they will understand."

Faced with the subconscious cover of the man present, the red-haired "woman" smiled disdainfully and took the nearly finished cigarette cartridge into the trash can. The smoke swayed towards the president's office stairs that few people took the initiative to walk up. The little mercenaries who had been hollowed out by the empty things along the way looked at the figure and subconsciously made a way out.

"What a strong aura...if you conquer..."

A little mercenary looked at the red-haired back burning like flames, twisting the surrounding space, and murmured enviously. Then he was stared hard by the old fried dough sticks around him and stabbed his elbow into his waist, preventing the guy from making a sound.

Can those who can contact the assassin be good at contacting the president?

"Ah, by the way, I forgot to say something."

The man who was about to walk up the stairs seemed to have thought of something, and scratched his head with some distress and turned around to look at the shocked mercenaries. Facing the eyes of the old and young people looking at him, the red-haired guy showed a bad smile.
Chapter completed!