"A bunch of idiots, move faster!! If you delay this trip, you stupid guys will be in trouble."

Outside the gate of the Mercenary Union, an anxious curse successfully attracted Moya, who came here to find his target.

Her eyes accurately found the source of the sound - among a group of orcs with shackles on their hands and feet, there was an obese middle-aged man, directing the orcs to transport boxes of goods from the mercenary union.

Red-haired...is it Daiha's caravan?

The conspicuous red hair proved the origin of this chattering fat man. On the Eastern Continent, only the Daha people in the south had this hair color. So Moya quickly determined the origin of the merchant dressed in a tacky manner.

It seems that the inventory that was being transported and stored in the Mercenary Union.

Nowadays, merchants will store goods in mercenary unions in order to prevent the goods from being patronized by thieves before departure.

After making a gesture to the guards hidden in the dark, Moya had decided to join the caravan. Knowing that the country where the Saji caravan passed was the five major powers that posed a threat to Meri, she decided to join as a mercenary.

Anyway, the two eavesdropping ghosts escaped in the south, which was the same as the direction the caravan was about to set off. Hiding in the caravan was much closer to the target than to be alone.

But Moya's attention was quickly attracted by another voice.

"That fat man is not very big, there are so many orcs as slaves." The mercenary standing in the corner pushed the union employee who was posting tasks with his elbow, and asked the man standing in the lobby of the mercenary union. He should be a businessman in his clothes, and perhaps this rich guy was willing to hire him.

"That... I don't even know Saji. This is your first time in Merri, right?" The young union employee glanced at the sloppy mercenary beside him, frowned slightly, but still answered his question.

"Yes, I've been here for the first time in the East Continent. I've always thought of coming here to see it. I really didn't expect that this city actually lets the night elves guard the city. Are they slaves or hired in the city..."

"Shh...you're deadly!!" Hearing the stranger's words, the young man who was busy posting a task list, quickly covered his mouth and found that no one around was paying attention. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Listen, you'd better not talk about the slaves of the night elves in this city. The East Continent is a gathering place for the dark tribe, especially Meili, which is less than half a day away from the night elves' nest 'Night Capital'. If you want to leave alive, it's better not to mention this word again."

"I know... I know..." Nodding, he understood. Before the mercenary could take a breath, his eyes were immediately attracted by more than 30 night elves who walked into the mercenary union.

The appearance of the night elves immediately calmed down the noisy hall. Even though the night elves began to operate on the surface on a large scale, they could successfully attract people's attention no matter where they went.

"It is worthy of being the richest caravan in the East Continent. Saji actually hired such a night elves..."

Hearing the young man beside him muttering to himself in a low voice, the mercenary tidied up his somewhat messy clothes, and then walked towards the middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader of the caravan.

"What, you want to join?"

He glanced at the volunteer young man in front of him with a squinted eye. Sanger immediately attributed him to mercenaries like hooligans. "Although our caravan is short of manpower now, he never hires mercenaries who act alone. Besides... I think you are still a novice. Young people like you should find a simpler task first. Sagi caravan passes through countries such as Heisen, Mingsu, Onitro, and Farion, which are in war. If you do not have the ability to protect yourself, we will not hire you."

"Wait a minute, I'm not..." The mercenary was about to defend himself, but suddenly found that there was one more person around him.

Wearing a pitch-black robe, her face was covered by a wide hood. The purple and dark red emblems on the cuffs indicate the identity of the mage. No one will regard this person with a mysterious body as an ordinary person.

"Sorry, he is my companion. Can we join your caravan?"

A pair of slender and pale hands stretched out under the black robe, handing out the old mercenary manual.

Sanger's eyes stopped at the man in black who was quietly coming out in front of him. After carefully examining, he looked at the mercenary manual in his hand. The paper page with blood and wrinkles clearly indicated several gold-toned fonts of "Black Magic Apprentice".

Although apprentices cannot be considered as regular mages, there are very few people who learn black magic. With the characteristics of black magic, even if you are just an apprentice, there is not much difference from being a real apprentice.

Thinking of this, Sanger's face improved a little, but his doubts as a businessman were still not dispelled; "This manual has not been used for thirty years. Could it be that you stolen it from where you?"

"How could it be? If you don't believe it, you can try my skills. Although I only have the title of apprentice, I have done a lot of work like killing." Although the mage who claimed to be an apprentice was young, the calmness and confidence revealed during this period made Sanger convinced that he did have this ability.

"Okay, add you two and go on the road with the team."

Seeing that the caravan's goods had been almost transported, Sanger returned the mercenary manual to the black-robed mage, and the newly stamped blue star seal indicated that they had been hired by the "Sarji" caravan.

"That...thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been in trouble...ah! It's not right to join this caravan." Seeing the caravan manager leave, the mercenary wanted to express his gratitude, but unexpectedly he let it go, and he quickly changed the subject; "My name is Sevi, may I ask you..."

"Amo Sidru." Only this sentence was left, and the black-robed mage turned around and walked out of the mercenary union and followed the caravan to set off.

Sidru, a very ancient surname... Maybe like me, he was born in a noble family.

It seems that this trip to the East Continent will not be boring.

The mercenary who claimed to be Sevi caught up with the caravan that had already begun to set out towards the city gate. The nobleman from the Western Continent did not discover that his fate would change with this long journey.

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"Saji" is a relatively active family caravan in the Eastern Continent. In addition to passing through the routes of five major countries, it has a pass that can enter and exit the levels of various countries at will, which is the main reason why Moya is interested in it.

Every summer, Saji will set out from Daiha and arrives at the terminal - Meri in winter.

As the countries bordering the Luso wasteland were in war last year, the Saji caravan's itinerary was delayed and it was not until spring that it set out to return to Daiha.

It was precisely because Moya saw this that he would join as an ordinary black magic apprentice. Anyway, in two days, the envoys of the Night Elves would set off for Mingsu. She could feel at ease to destroy Heisen or other countries intending to attack Merry, with the purpose of just letting them have no extra energy to peek.

However, the only thing she regrets was the mercenary who seemed to be a novice.

I kept pestering her to ask this and that. For Moya, who likes quieter than lively, this long-lasting human is like an annoying fly.

Neither the guard soldiers who pretend to be hired can teach him a lesson, nor can they take action by themselves.

The boring journey lasted until it entered Heisen's borders before it changed.

After walking for a day, the Saji caravan finally arrived at the border of the Luso Wilderness.

In theory, this place is not a sunlight plain, and there shouldn't be too many monsters, but with the arrival of evening, besides the howling of the wolf, the monster's roar made the caravan that had just camped on the hill start to panic.

"Maintain Sanger, we are surrounded."

The accompanying mercenaries soon discovered something bad, and they met the caravan's most feared troll.

The numerous trolls have always been one of the most feared monsters on the Luso wasteland. Even with the protection of mercenaries, there will inevitably be casualties.

"How could there be trolls? This place is close to the Haisen Kingdom. According to the principle, monsters will not appear on the edge of the wasteland."

The caravan manager Sanger was a little panicked. The spices transported this time were extremely precious and were transported from the Western Continent. If you want to escape from the trolls, you have to give up the horses. But if you throw this batch of spices, the losses of the Saji caravan will be immeasurable. The Ming Su Empire and Farion both paid deposits, if there was anything wrong...

Sanger dared not think about the subsequent result. He would definitely not be able to bear this responsibility alone.

It's over, it would have been great if I had hired a few more teams of mercenaries at the beginning.

Although I also remembered the thirty night elves, Sanger gave up on this idea when he saw the trolls approaching.

Even the agile night elves cannot deal with hundreds of trolls. They are selfish races. If they encounter this situation, they will abandon their employers and run away alone. It is better to count on human mercenaries than to count on them.

"Leave it to me."

Sanger, who was so anxious that he pulled his hair straight, suddenly heard a sigh from behind him.

The black magic apprentice in black robe met with the mercenary's defense line and walked straight towards the trolls who were constantly tightening the encirclement.

Sanger only saw a dark red light emitted from Moya's hand, and the trolls approaching her fled in all screams.

When people come to their senses, the trolls who had originally surrounded the hills

They all had escaped completely. Apart from one or two wooden sticks left on the ground, it was hard to imagine that hundreds of trolls gathered here just now.

"The problem is solved. You can rest safely tonight, and those guys will not come to harass us again."

Moya, who returned to the caravan camp, naturally received everyone's attention.

Sanger spoke with a trembling voice; "What did you... do you use to drive them away?"

"It's just a very simple spell of confusion, and I let them see the most feared thing."

"Who are you...?"

Sanger didn't believe in the black-robed mage's rhetoric at all.

"I? I'm just a black magic apprentice."
Chapter completed!