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He knew that the income of the mercenaries here was not bad, and several thousand gold coins a month was a common occurrence. However, he also knew that the money here was not that easy to obtain.

Stepping through the door, an old beggar suddenly jumped out from the side. "Alright alright, alright, this old master … "I used to be a mercenary too, until I got shot in the knee …"

Geralt waved his hand impatiently and walked straight in. The old beggar did not bother him and went back to his seat, waiting for the next customer.

"Father, are we really going to post an assignment here?" Kitley asked, frowning. He wasn't used to the murky air.

Geralt nodded expressionlessly. He was not in the mood to talk to him.

He walked to the counter and was greeted by a waiter dressed in blue. "Sir, do you need any service?"

"I want to post a mission..." Geralt said.

"Sure, please wait a moment …" The waiter nodded, reached for a book, and wrote something on it. At the same time, he said without looking up, "Go ahead."

Geralt took a deep breath. "I'm going to kill a man, a child of about fifteen."

"Um... "How strong is the target?" the waiter asked.

"I'm not sure of his strength..." "But he's trained in Necromancy …"

"Necromancy?" It was unexpected that someone would be so foolish. Even if you wanted to cultivate, you could still go to the Roland Empire or some other places, but what was even more foolish was that this task publisher actually didn't look for the Holy Church, but instead went to the Mercenary Tavern to issue a quest. This was the first time the waiter had accepted a mission like this.

After the previous lesson, Geralt did not dare to go to Father Aryan. He had no choice but to go to the Mercenary Union and issue his mission.

"Hmm, killing a Undead Mage Cultivator isn't that difficult. It's as easy as killing an ordinary person …" The waiter muttered to himself. He was evaluating the value of this mission, so it was convenient for him to give a reward. Regarding these low-level missions, the waiter had the right to appraise them without authorization.

"Sir, according to my calculations, this mission belongs to the E-class mission. The amount of gold coins you need to issue this mission is 1000 gold coins and a commission of 5%, for a total of 1050 gold coins …" The waiter finished his calculations and said to Geralt.

1050 gold coins. To be honest, Geralt felt a little pained. He had not expected the Mercenary Guild to charge so much. However, he had already decided on this and took out 1050 gold coins from his pocket.

"Sir, please take out the mercenary medal awarded by the Mercenary Union and register it …" The waiter said.

The Mercenary Medallion was a medal that had been registered and issued by the Mercenary Union. It also represented the qualifications for a mercenary. Only with it would one be able to accept missions.

Geralt was stunned for a moment. "Mercenary medal, I don't have it …"

"Oh, so that's how it is. Sir, it doesn't matter if you don't have a mercenary medal, but the price has changed … …" The waiter continued to speak politely, "According to the rules of the Mercenary Guild, if it isn't a mercenary issuing missions, the fee will be doubled, and the service fee will be 20% …"

"What? So expensive?" Hearing the waiter's offer, Geralt froze.

"Yes, I'm sorry, sir. This is the rule of the Mercenary Guild …" The waiter was still smiling.

"Then... "Then how can I become a mercenary …" At the side, Kitley was also flabbergasted. 2,400 gold coins was equivalent to half a year's worth of income for Naca Manor.

"It's very simple. As long as you complete three E-level missions, or a D-level mission, after the Mercenary Union confirms it, you can become a mercenary and receive a mercenary medal … …" The waiter said with a smile.

What's the use of this? If he had the time, he would have already killed his way here. Geralt cursed in his heart, but he had no way to deal with the Mercenary Guild's rules.

Geralt walked out of the mission hall dejectedly. He couldn't afford to pay 2,400 gold coins.

"Father, what should we do now?" Kitley seemed to be asking only this one question.

"You ask me, who am I to ask?"

At this moment, his eyes caught sight of a mercenary drinking wine. He frowned and made a plan.

Geralt knew that other than issuing official missions in the Mercenary Tavern, he could also post temporary missions.

Temporary missions were tasks that were discussed privately between the employer and the mercenary without being recognized by the Mercenary Union. In other words, these types of missions only required a commission and no service fee.

Not all mercenaries were willing to accept this sort of temporary mission because this kind of mission was not protected by the Mercenary Union. There was no guarantee, and not only did the employer not believe in the mercenary, the mercenary also didn't believe in the employer.

"Hey, hello …" Geralt left the hall and came to the tavern. He walked up to a man with a rough appearance and greeted him.

That fellow was leisurely drinking yellow wine while constantly glancing at the tall signboard on the wall, afraid that he would miss a mission that suited him.

"Who are you? "I don't know you …" The rough man raised a pair of drunken eyes and let out a burp.

Geralt frowned at the stench, but he was still polite enough to blow the man first.

"What a handsome, courageous mercenary. It seems that your strength is quite impressive …"

"Needless to say, my strength is already at the elementary level …" "Heh, beginner swordsman..." The man was drunk. "I'm not afraid to tell you that I've completed a level D mission, haha …"

"It really is amazing..." Hearing that, Geralt was overjoyed. With the strength of a beginner swordsman, it was probably enough to kill a child.

"Brave warrior, I have a temporary mission on hand. Are you interested?" Geralt took the opportunity to say.

"Mission... Hm? "What, a temporary mission?" The man's drunkenness was more than half awakened.

"That's right, a temporary mission. But don't worry, I will definitely pay the compensation on time …" Geralt laughed.

The man shook his head like a rattle drum. "Not accepting or accepting? It's not like you're not accepting an official mission. Heh, I thought there was something good going on …"

With that, the man left to drink his own wine, ignoring Geralt.

There was no way for Geralt to do so, he could only turn to someone else. Unfortunately, after hearing that it was a temporary mission, they all refused. They had no interest in learning the contents of the mission.

It seemed that the identity of a mercenary could be useful at times.

"Father, it looks like no one will accept our temporary mission. Let's go back …" Kitley said softly.

Geralt nodded and turned to leave. At that moment, a crisp voice rang out.

"Excuse me, are you issuing a temporary mission?"

Geralt and Kittley looked up at the same time and froze.

In front of them was an extremely beautiful woman. Her tall and slender figure had curves in it, her black hair was loose and curvy, her exquisite facial features seemed to be inlaid in her pale and beautiful face. She was clad in light armour, and her firm chest was clearly outlined, revealing her snow-white thighs, and her large dark brown eyes were quietly staring at them.

Geralt and Kittley were dumbfounded. They had never seen such a beautiful woman in such a small town like Maple Leaf.

Seeing the perverted look in her eyes, the woman frowned in displeasure, but still asked politely, "Excuse me, sir, are you issuing a temporary mission?"

"Oh... Oh... It was … "It's …" Geralt was the first to respond, and Kitley was still in a daze. Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"Excuse me, what kind of mission is this?" the woman asked softly.

"Ugh …" "Uh, it's like this …" "This is a murder mission. A murder mission?"

"Who is the target?" The woman's charming eyes turned as she asked.

"The target is a fifteen-year-old child. His name is Ron. Uh, right, he's trained in Necromancy …" Geralt answered honestly.

"Necromancy?" The woman furrowed her brows again, revealing a thoughtful expression. "This is Holy Empire. Why don't you go look for the Holy Church?"

"This, is not too convenient …" At this moment, Geralt hardened his heart, thinking that he was the one who issued the task. He paused for a moment before continuing, "Just tell me whether you want to do it or not. I'll say it first, this is a temporary mission …"

"How much is it?" The woman hesitated for a moment before asking.

"500 gold coins..." Geralt cut the price in half.

"Too little..." The woman shook her head, "Even if I post a D-level mission, it would still cost 1000 gold coins. Hmm, how about this, this mission will cost 1000 gold coins, but I won't help you kill people. I will only be in charge of bringing that child back …"

"1000 gold coins..." After thinking for a moment, Geralt said flatly, "Deal …"

Geralt was also aware of this rule, but when it came to paying, there was always a hint of hesitation. He asked, "Should I trust you?"

The woman smiled again, "I am a student of the Roland Empire's Baroquus Academy. My name is Shaya, a Silverwing Flying Horse Knight. I have the strength of a senior knight. As for whether or not you trust me, it doesn't matter …"

"Father, trust this sister of yours. She is so beautiful, she definitely won't lie to us …"

Kitley's perverted look was already there.

Shaya glared at him in disgust. The look in his eyes made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Alright then …" Geralt sighed, "I've also heard of the great name of the Roland Empire's Barovax Academy. From the looks of it, you should be someone trustworthy. I'll leave this temporary mission to you …"

After saying that, he took out 500 gold coins from his chest pocket, and at the same time, handed over the already prepared portrait of Ron. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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