The weak sunshine and mist in the early morning mixed together, and Aogu City ushered in a new day in the biting cold wind. The poor walked out of their homes, the nobles ended their cocktail parties, the shops placed goods, and the mercenaries brought
Sword.
The city gate official yawned while sleepily inspecting the crowds coming in and out. The middle-aged man held the reins and walked slowly towards the south of the royal city.
He is a mid-level warrior, born into an extremely ordinary poor family. In order for him to have some future prospects, his parents sold all their property and sent him to the Imperial Academy.
Thirty years have passed by in a flash, and now he has been working hard in the mercenary union for half his life. Although he is still an unknown person, he can still raise his wife, his wife and his children.
As the end of the year approaches, he plans to hand over the last task document today, which will also end his work for the whole year. Living another year is more important than how much money he earns.
Walking on the bluestone road, he kept thinking about the appearance of his wife and daughter, and a smile appeared on his lips. Even the new scar on his body no longer hurt.
Mercenaries are a profession with both high risks and high rewards. Therefore, except for those rich people who can be armed to the teeth, most of them are miserable people who are forced by the pressure of life.
Although these people are fighting spirit or magic professionals, only the people involved know that in many cases they are not as comfortable as the pets of nobles.
Those who choose to work alone will usually end up being inferior to the vendors in the market area. And those who choose to join a mercenary group will become someone else's money-making tool.
Of course, some people will say that you can join the Imperial Legion. But in that case, unless you can make some meritorious deeds, you may die on the battlefield one day and return to the Hall of Valor alone.
Half an hour later, he finally arrived at the Mercenary Union. He tied his old horse to a wooden stake and walked in with a familiarity.
The spacious lobby, the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, the wooden tables covered with knife marks, and the extremely noisy task reception area, nothing has changed.
He took out a scroll from his arms, which was the voucher to prove that he had completed the task. He patted it quietly at the end of the team, and the man was truly relieved at this moment.
The reward for this mission is very generous, because although the escort is not expensive, the journey back and forth takes nearly half a month.
As a free mercenary, instead of competing with others for extremely high-risk missions, it would be better to live in peace and stability like this for a long time.
However, just as he was calculating what he should buy and go home, three or four of his colleagues opened the door and walked in. When the man saw these people, his face instantly became extremely ugly.
"Hey, I asked you why I always feel bored when I go out today. It turns out that my old friend is back." One of the young people wearing a magic robe said with a smile.
This person is a junior magician. Although his qualifications are very mediocre, he still has a good reputation in the mercenary union.
This is not to say how powerful he is, but that it comes from the fire wand passed down from his family. It is precisely because of this that he is able to thrive.
"Huh! He's just a loser. He doesn't know how to show respect. He doesn't even have the most basic etiquette when meeting my adults." Another person said.
The noise here instantly attracted everyone's attention. Everyone glanced at the two parties intentionally or unintentionally, wondering what the grievances between them were.
But those who knew the inside story of the matter shook their heads and did not speak out, nor were they bored enough to make noises. A small number of them sighed, got up and left the mercenary union.
"If you weren't a mid-level warrior, our mercenary group wouldn't be recruiting so diligently. Let's consider it again when we have time." Only then did the leader speak.
"No need, I'm used to being free on my own, not to mention you don't lack a subordinate like me." The mid-level warrior bowed and saluted, but the meaning of his words was very firm.
"You guys who don't know how to praise, just die if you want. You can't even afford a good horse, and you still have to mount it." The magician smiled wildly, without taking the other person seriously at all.
They are a small mercenary group. Although there are only a dozen members, they are all good fighters, and their minimum strength is mid-level warriors like myself.
The incident happened more than two months ago. When he was accepting a mission, he had a conflict with one of his subordinates. However, the leader of the group planned to let him join.
But he rejected the other party straight away, and he was the kind of person who left no room for anything. The mercenary group had just made the mercenary group hold a grudge, and it has never let go of it until now.
The opponent's ridicule continued, and the mid-level warrior saw this and said nothing. He just stood in the team, silently bearing the cold gazes of everyone.
From beginning to end, no one spoke for him, and no one stopped the other party. Whether it was free mercenaries like himself or those so-called large mercenary groups.
But he was not disappointed by this. On the contrary, he felt that this was normal. Because this world is like this, everyone is busy, and everyone only worries about themselves.
People are arrogant because they have the capital to be arrogant. As a mid-level knight, they are naturally far more powerful than him, a mid-level warrior.
But his forbearance comes more from his family. He lives in Aogu City, and if he really wants to anger the other party, he will definitely cause endless trouble.
A small bag of gold coins was put into his arms, and he bowed to the other party again, then turned and left the mercenary union. As for the sarcasm behind him, they continued as before.
He led his lame horse and walked forward slowly. But after passing a certain shop, he found two bottles of ale in his hand.
For half an hour, he sat in a deserted corner, leaning against the haystacks, staring blankly at the sky.
At only fifty years old, he has long since given up all the illusions he once had. He has no lofty ambitions and no plans to advance.
His wife and daughter are everything to him, and all he can do is save more gold coins for his family while he is still healthy.
After drinking a bottle of ale, he turned to look at his mount. A wry smile slowly appeared, and his right hand rested on the other's body.
"Old man, you can be considered retired now. You can stay at home with my daughter from now on." He murmured to himself, feeling even more sad in his heart.
The world sympathizes with the blind man who cannot see the sun, sympathizes with the deaf man who cannot hear the sounds of nature, and sympathizes with the mute who cannot express his thoughts with sound.
But under a false and so-called excuse of shame, people are unwilling to sympathize with such blind people in their hearts, deaf in their souls, or dumb in their conscience.
It was almost evening, and the mid-level warrior led the horse and finally stood in front of the courtyard gate. A woman with some white temples looked at him with a smile, and the little girl next to her had already hugged her father's arms.
Thigh.
Sitting at the dining table, he pushed the money bag in his arms to the other party. But the other party turned a blind eye and continued to clean his wounds and change the bandages.
The daughter held the dinner plate obediently. Although the fruit inside looked a little ugly, it was the warmest concern. As for the lame horse, it lay on the ground and slowly closed its eyes.