Aslan looked hopeless. Even if he was eighteen years old, he dared to fill in the name Lux. He had the urge to say something.
"Where's your face?"
Aslan did not have the courage to say this.
The name is Sarah, age is thirty-eight, and she is a professional knight. Finally, the word "husband and wife" is written on the relationship between the two.
Aslan almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
Duke Medea said with a sweet smile: "Sorry to trouble you."
The female staff member gave Aslan and Duke Medea a strange look.
There are a lot of old husbands and young wives in any era, but this combination is a bit strange.
The beast and the girl?
"You two have become members of the mercenary union. There are various jobs on the bulletin board on the left. You are welcome to choose." The counter lady pointed to the bulletin board on the left and said.
The mercenary union in the main city of Akarisuda was founded by the lord of Akarisuda area. He developed and expanded it and became a legal and formal organization. It not only earns a large amount of money for Marquis Akarisuda every year, but also allows mercenaries from all over the country to become spies.
It's a pity that his mercenary union can't develop into other provinces at all, because no lord is a fool and allows others to drive wedges into their homes.
When he heard that he could take the mercenary job, Duke Medea immediately became interested. He tore off a piece of parchment without looking at it and walked quickly to the counter:
"I want this job."
With Duke Medea leading the team, who is now the most powerful person in the continent, and assisted by an all-around expert like Aslan, Duke Medea doesn't think there is a task here that they can't complete.
The lady at the counter looked confused when she saw the parchment handed to her. Then she said with a wry smile:
"I'm very sorry, this job can only be taken by people with Silver level..."
"I know, that's why I brought it."
Duke Medea's calm and certain tone made the receptionist look surprised in her eyes.
"Uh, that..."
"I want to take this job."
"Huh? Ah, but even if you ask for it, in terms of regulations..."
"Boring rules. I'm just dissatisfied that I have to keep repeating easy and useless tasks before the upgrade test." Duke Medea pressed his hands on the table, his eyes shot out sharp light, and if you don't give it to me, I will beat you.
An impulse.
"If the work fails, many people will lose their lives.
The firm voice of the counter lady also contained the silent opinions of the majority, such as the guild evaluation accumulated through the efforts of many mercenaries.
"snort."
Duke Medea's snorting voice made the surrounding mercenaries and counter ladies look hostile.
This new guy is basically making fun of the rules we have adhered to so far.
Aslan felt that it was natural for them to have this attitude, but he did not stop him. This time he came out to find someone, and also came out to play and relax.
"If you are not convinced, you are at the peak of your life as a great knight. You can use secret techniques to unleash your strength as a knight commander. I will ask my husband to beat you all to death." Duke Medea said arrogantly with his hands on his hips.
Aslan was dumbfounded for a moment, and Duke Medea became more and more involved in the drama.
However, he did not stand up. Anyway, as long as Duke Medea was happy, the worst he could do was destroy the entire mercenary union, and maybe even alert those two old friends.
Everyone looked at Aslan with surprised eyes. In the mercenary union, a knight-level presence was already considered a strong person.
A strong person who has reached this level does not need to come to the mercenary union to become a mercenary at all. The city lord's mansion or the army can provide higher welfare benefits than those of the mercenary union.
Is it true? The eyes of everyone around him turned to the impressive full-body armor on Aslan, doubting the authenticity of this statement.
The equipment of a mercenary is directly proportional to the level of ability. The higher the ability, the better the clothing. Duke Medea's magic robe is very ordinary, and there is no magic wand in his hand, so it is difficult to judge the equipment.
But the magnificent armor worn by Aslan is extremely convincing.
What would their expression be like if they knew that the armor Aslan was wearing was the armor that was eliminated by the first generation of the Merlot Knights, and that even the infantry of the United Army were unwilling to wear it.
Noticing the changes in the eyes around him, Duke Medea said calmly: "With our strength, work of this level is simply a piece of cake for us."
Compared with just now, the counter lady and the surrounding mercenaries were less surprised, and they could feel that the way everyone looked at Duke Medea had changed.
"We didn't become mercenaries to do simple jobs that only earn a few copper coins. I want to challenge higher-level jobs. If you want to see our strength, let you see it. So you can let us take this
Working?"
The previous hostility quickly weakened, and an atmosphere of "it's true" and "that's it" appeared on the scene. Because rough people who valued the strength of mercenaries understood what Duke Medea said.
Aslan finally woke up and convinced these mercenaries with just a few words. Duke Medea didn't seem to be a person who completely liked using magic to solve things.
However, the lady at the counter was different. She still looked firmly and said: "I'm very sorry, because of the regulations, I can't let you take on this job."
The look at the counter lady lowering her head to apologize made Duke Medea's face instantly darken.
"It's really shameless."
The electric arc in his hand kept beating and could explode at any time. The lady at the counter was so frightened that she stepped back repeatedly, even knocked over the chair behind her and fell to the ground.
"Then there's nothing we can do. I seem to be too pushy. I'm sorry." Aslan quickly grabbed Duke Medea and said lightly. He had noticed that someone was already staring at him on the second floor.
The mentor-level expert should be the one assigned by Lord Akari Suda to take charge here.
When the lady at the counter saw Aslan's apology, she stood up quickly regardless of the pain in her legs and said quickly: "It doesn't matter."
"Then help me choose the most difficult Bronze level job. Are there any other jobs besides the jobs posted on the notice board?"
"Ah, yes. I understand."
The lady at the counter stood up, and just as Aslan was about to comfort Duke Medea, a man's voice came to his ears: "Then do you want to work for us? After the task is completed, the commission will be divided equally."
Aslan and Duke Medea turned their heads and saw a group of four mercenaries walking over, the silver medals hanging around their necks shining brightly.
"It's just silver!" Duke Medea muttered.
Aslan originally planned to refuse, but when he saw the other two people in the team, his eyes couldn't help but light up.
"Is the job you mentioned difficult?" Aslan asked with a smile.
"It's difficult for us. If we add a strong person like you, we should be able to complete it easily."