Chapter 669： 669: Entering the Play

Aslan looked unlovable, even if Lacus was the name, he would dare to fill in it at the age of eighteen. He had an impulse to say something.

"Where's your face?"

Aslan didn't have the guts to say this sentence.

The name Sarah is thirty-eight years old, a professional knight, and finally wrote the word husband and wife on the relationship between the two.

Aslan almost spit out old blood.

The Duke of Medea said with a sweet smile: "Thank you."

The female worker gave Aslan and the Duke of Medea a weird look.

There are many things like old couples and young wives no matter what era, but this kind of combination is a bit strange.

The beast and the girl?

"The two have become members of the mercenary union. There are various jobs on the notice board on the left. You are welcome to choose by yourself." The counter lady pointed to the notice board on the left and said.

The mercenary union in the main city of Minnesota was founded by the lord of the Minnesota region. He developed and grew into a legal and regular organization. It not only earns a lot of money for the Marquis of Minnesota every year, but also makes local mercenaries become spies.

It is a pity that his mercenary union cannot develop into other provinces at all, because it is a fool to have no lord and let others nail the wedge in the house.

Hearing that he could take a job as a mercenary, the Duke of 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 the Duke of Medea now leading the mainland's top powerhouse, and with the support of an all-around master like Aslan, the Duke of Medea doesn't think there are tasks they can't accomplish here.

The lady at the counter saw the parchment that was handed hard to her eyes, showing a confused look, and then she spoke with a wry smile:

"I'm very sorry, this job can only be accepted by people of silver rank..."

"I know, that's why I brought it."

With a calm and certain tone, the Duke of Medea made a look of surprise in the eyes of the lady at the counter.

"Uh, that..."

"I want to take this job."

"Huh? Ah, but, even if you ask for it, in terms of regulations..."

"The boring rule. I am just dissatisfied with having to repeat the easy and useless work before the upgrade test." Duke Medea pressed his hands on the table, his eyes shot sharp light, and if you didn't give it to me, I would beat you. The urge to take a meal.

"If the job fails, many people will lose their lives.

The firm voice of the lady at the counter also included the silent opinion of the majority of the guild that had accumulated through the efforts of many mercenaries.

"Humph."

The snorting voice of the Duke of Medea made the expressions of the mercenaries and counter ladies around him hostile.

This newcomer is making fun of our strict adherence to the rules so far.

Aslan felt that they would have such an attitude for granted, but he did not stop it.

"Unconvinced, the grand knight is at the pinnacle, inspires the secret technique, can exert the strength of the knight commander, I let my husband slap you all to death." Duke Medea said with his hands on his hips and arrogantly.

Aslan was dumbfounded for an instant, and the Duke of Medea got deeper and deeper into the play.

But he didn't stand up either, anyway, Duke Medea would be happy, he would smash the entire mercenary union, maybe he could still alarm the two old friends.

Everyone looked at Aslan with surprised eyes. In the mercenary guild, the existence of the knight commander level was already considered a strong one.

Those who reach this level do not need to be a mercenary in a mercenary union. The city lord’s mansion or the army can give higher benefits than the mercenary union.

real or fake? The eyes of everyone around him turned to the magnificent full-body armor on Aslan, doubting the authenticity of this statement.

The mercenary's equipment is directly proportional to the level of ability, the higher the ability, the better to wear. The magic robe on the Duke of Medea is very ordinary, and there is no magic wand in his hand, so it is difficult to judge the equipment.

But the impressive armor on Aslan was extremely convincing.

If they knew that this set of armor on Aslan was the armor that was eliminated by the Merlot Knights in the first generation, what would it look like even if the united infantry were willing to wear it.

Noting the changes in the eyes around him, the Duke of Medea said unhurriedly: "With our strength, this level of work is simply a breeze for us."

Compared with just now, the counter lady and the mercenaries around them were less surprised, and they felt that everyone's eyes had changed when they looked at the Duke of Medea.

"We didn't become mercenaries just to do simple jobs that only get a few copper coins. I want to challenge higher-level jobs. If you want to see our strength, let you see. So let us take this. Working?"

The previous hostility quickly weakened, and an atmosphere of "it is true" and "it is so" appeared on the scene. Because the rough man who values ​​the strength of mercenaries understands the words of the Duke of Medea.

Aslan finally woke up and convinced these mercenaries in just a few words, Duke Medea didn't seem to be a person who completely likes to use 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 stipulated relationship, we cannot allow you to take on this job."

The appearance of the lady at the counter bowed her head to apologize, making Duke Medea's face gloomy for an instant.

"It's really shameless."

The arc in his hand was constantly beating, and it could explode at any time, scaring the lady at the counter back again and again, even knocking over the chair behind and falling to the ground.

"Then there is no way, I seem to be too tough, sorry." Aslan quickly grabbed the Duke of Medea, and said lightly, he had noticed that someone was eyeing him on the second floor.

The mentor-level powerhouse should be the powerhouse that the lord of Minlisuda arranged to sit here.

The lady at the counter saw Aslan apologize, and ignoring the pain in her leg, she quickly stood up and said quickly, "It's okay."

"Then you can choose the most difficult bronze job for me. Besides the job posted on the bulletin board, is there anything else?"

"Ah, yes. I see."

The lady at the counter got up. Just as Aslan was ready to comfort the Duke of Medea, a man's voice rang in her ears: "Then do you want to work for us? After the task is completed, the commission will be divided equally."

Aslan and the Duke of Medea turned their heads, and saw that it was a mercenary from the group of four coming over, with a shiny silver medal hanging around their necks.

"Silver!" Duke Medea murmured.

Aslan originally planned to refuse, but when he saw the other two in the team, his eyes lit up.

"Is the job you are talking about difficult?" Aslan asked with a smile.

"It is difficult for us. If you add a strong person like you, it should be easy to complete."