C16

Fei Erde City was the Teutonic Kingdom's strategic northern city. It had a population of three hundred thousand, and nearby, it was also known as the "Magical Beast Paradise", and further up was the land of the Mongol Empire. With such unique geographical location, the Adventurer's Bar was bustling with noise and excitement.

Carrying the bold and unrestrained style that Mercenary usually liked, the wine here was cheap and strong. The food here was the meat that the Mercenary liked.

In short, the place was bustling with noise and excitement.

However, there was one other thing that was most worth pursuing, and that was valuable information. The information here has its corresponding value. As long as you can afford it, you can buy any country that is in trouble and any supplies that you lack; you can also buy a few places the Master of Fei Erde City has been to recently, some sensitive information about who he has come into contact with, or even a secret date with a lover. You can also buy a map of the garrison here as well as a detailed list of all the famous people here.

It was probably because of this reason that so many Mercenary and merchants had gathered here.

Bang!

The door of the Adventurer Restaurant was ruthlessly pushed open, as if it was just about to die. A gust of wind blew in along with the sand and dust on the street, disturbing the Mercenary and merchants who were sitting by the door, enjoying their drinks.

For a time, there was a chorus of curses.

But when a tall Mercenary dressed in magical armor clothes rushed in, the curses stopped.

Although the people who came wore only magical armor of the first step, this was not an existence they could contend against. After all, the value of a magical armor was more than double that of a magic weapon of the same rank. Even the most trashy Level One magical armor, at least five hundred gold coins was the equivalent value of a small Mercenary like them, a small merchant couldn't even compare to them. Maybe, they would never be able to earn enough money to buy this magical armor.

In front of such a huge gap, the vast majority of people chose to lower their heads.

One of the small merchants softly introduced to the young man beside him: "He is the renowned s with heavy Fifth Stage, the D-class Mercenary s. The next time you see him, avoid him as much as you can, because this guy has always bullied the weak and feared the strong. "

The young man could not help but nod his head and remember the face of the black cattle.

black cattle, who was already used to being pointed at by others, did not mind at all and shouted to the bartender: "Newcomer brat, bring your daddy four cups of rum, and the strongest kind!"

However, an old man who suddenly came out from the side of the bar carrying a big box did not give the black cattle any face, and directly scolded: "Damn you, black cattle, didn't you see that my shop is so busy that you have to take it? If your hand still isn't broken, roll over here and take it yourself!"

This old man was clearly from a bar, yet he spoke to his customers in such a manner. It was really strange to know whether he was doing business or chasing his customers away.

"So it's Boss De Ke!"

According to the Mercenary's hot-blooded and emotional style, especially with the irascible nature of the black cattle, they would definitely fight with De Ke. However, when the black cattle saw De Ke, its originally arrogant expression instantly changed. It was extremely obedient and offered its condolences, "Boss De Ke, what has made you so angry, why don't you drink a cup of water to quell your anger?"

De Ke began to seriously measure up the black cattle, and asked: "Yo, looks like you've earned quite a bit recently, and made quite a bit of money as well. This gold coin is enough to buy a round of drinks for everyone here.

The black cattle replied with an embarrassed smile: "Boss De Ke, don't make fun of me. This gold coin is for buying some gossip from you. Boss De Ke, you also know that I just returned from a mission outside, and the atmosphere in the city doesn't seem to be right. I wonder what happened? "

De Ke's face immediately darkened. He did not look at the other party, but told the bartender beside him, "Give him the eighty-six silver coins. Also, give each of them a steak."

"Yes."

The little bartender was quite straightforward. He nodded and took the gold coins before walking towards the cash box.

The black cattle saw that his own business was not successful, and immediately added: "Boss De Ke, if the price is not suitable, we can discuss further. The recent atmosphere in the city is too weird, even the wealthy Sunset Chamber of Commerce have stopped selling Magic Scrolls, this is a very dangerous signal, we have no choice but to be more careful. After all, our Mercenary Group only completed one C grade mission with great difficulty, and was almost promoted to the C grade Mercenary Group.

De Ke replied indifferently, "Since you know that the atmosphere isn't right, then don't move about too much. If possible, go out and hide for a bit before coming back. The information you want, even if you add one hundred gold coins to it, will not be able to be bought. The military has already given a death order to everyone and do not casually divulge the secrets of the mine. "

"Thank you, Boss De Ke!"

black cattle was a smart person. She knew that the other party was already reminding her, so she quickly forced a smile and drank her strong wine.

The reason the black cattle were so afraid of De Ke was not only because of the unstoppable power of the Mercenary Guild behind him, but also because De Ke was a rarely seen quasi-seventh step Berserker.

Aside from this, all the mission information and business secrets that De Ke possessed were related to the life and death of the black cattle Mercenary Group. Therefore, no matter how bad De Ke's temper was, the black cattle would always treat it with a smile.

It had to be said that this was the sorrow of the lower Mercenary.

"Give me some black pepper!"

The black cattle already knew what it wanted to know, so it was in a great mood. It immediately shifted its attention to its food. However, the black cattle soon discovered that its steak seemed to have something else missing, and hurriedly greeted the little bartender.

As for the three subordinates of the black cattle, how could they care if the taste was not good enough?

Since the Adventurer Restaurant was a branch of the Mercenary Guild, naturally, the missions were issued and received here. That was why a lot of Mercenary and merchants gathered here.

After all, not every merchant group would have their own guards and helpers. Especially those merchant groups that were formed at the last moment, needed some strong people to protect them. No matter how much one thought about it, as long as one paid a minuscule amount of employment fees, they wouldn't have to deal with some Mercenary who had to spend extra money, such as the cost of housing, and the cost of crippling people. They would be the first choice of the caravan.

As for De Ke, the person in charge of the Adventurer's Bar in Black Iron City, he grasped the mission information of the Mercenary Guild as well as the needs of the merchants. Naturally, he held the lives and incomes of many people. This was also the reason why De Ke possessed an incomparable position here and could recklessly blame his customers.

"Have you heard?"

Just as the black cattle was about to concentrate on handling the black pepper steak in front of it, a seemingly drunk Black Mercenary suddenly raised his voice and spoke out loud what should have been in a low voice, "The road to the mining area has been sealed off and the Cavalry of Fei Erde City is in charge of all the defense. Even the private army of the Family has been used. I heard that even our Paladin King was alarmed, and directly sent Royal Mage and his team to suppress them. "

In the Mercenary Realm, forget about the dark-skinned races that came from the far south, the white-skinned, yellow-skinned, purple-skinned, red-skinned, and other human races. Even the peace-loving elves, the Dwarf s that specialized in forging weapons, and the valiant Behemoths also appeared frequently. It was said that in some ridiculously strong group of super Mercenary, there were also evil Dark Elves s and blood spirit s, water beasts that were invincible underwater, Draconian s who possessed the bloodline of dragons, and other existences with special bloodlines.

"The situation won't get this serious, will it?"

Originally, he wanted to ask some deeper questions, but he sensed that the Adventurer Restaurant had suddenly quietened down. There were many people eavesdropping on them, so he immediately stopped Black Mercenary from speaking any further.

Hearing this, everyone realized that the severity of the matter was far beyond their imagination.

The more Dwarf mercenary heard, the more scared he became. He hurriedly changed the topic to disturb his thoughts, "Old Black, didn't you say that you met an interesting Wandering Poet on this mission? What exactly is an interesting method? If even an experienced old Mercenary like you said it was interesting, then this Wandering Poet must be extraordinary. "

As expected, Black Mercenary who was in a state of intoxication lost his focus and instinctively replied, "He was traveling alone at the back of our caravan. If he didn't look so cultured and gentle, he might still have the air of a noble, otherwise our caravan would have definitely expelled him. Later on, our caravan leader seemed to feel that this strange Wandering Poet had no malicious intent, so he invited him to sing a song for the caravan and even intended to give him a silver coin as reward.

"There's such a thing."

Dwarf mercenary was interested in hearing it.

Mercenary fought so hard for the sake of the meager rewards. Wandering Poet was not much better off, even if she sang until her throat went dry no one would pay attention to her. Just singing a song was already enough to earn one silver coin as a reward, which was considered high in the Wandering Poet. Even the low level Mercenary and merchants who were present and accounted for quite a large percentage of the rewards were extremely envious.

Black Mercenary took another big gulp of the cheap alcohol, and then muttered: "But I don't think this weird Wandering Poet needs to covet that pitiful amount of money. His clothes are actually spotless in the wind and sand, and is even cleaner than the cleanest noble I've ever seen. I keep having the feeling that he is a descendant of a noble who is disguised as the Wandering Poet. Regardless of his actions or words, his actions and actions are even more noble and strict than those of those explosive families in the city.

Dwarf mercenary muttered in dissatisfaction: "Another young master who likes to play."

Although this Dwarf mercenary was close to two hundred years old, he hadn't been in contact with the human world as long as a black man being a Mercenary. Dwarf mercenary, who was rather dissatisfied with the human aristocracy's extravagance and extravagance, as well as his twisted arrogance, had always had a considerably strong antipathy towards the human aristocracy. However, he also knew that he could not afford to offend the nobles, because the nobles represented their status and honor, and were not an existence that he, a D-class Mercenary, could go against.

Someone at the side chimed in, "Most of these aristocratic young masters are useless to look at. I'm afraid the sand and wind that have blown over the entire journey must have caused him to suffer a lot."

Black Mercenary shook his head fiercely and retorted, "That's not it, even though he's very young, he definitely isn't older than eighteen years old. But he was very strong, even the leader of the merchants didn't dare to lose his temper at him. In front of him, I always felt that he could crush me to death at any time. "

"Hiss …"

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.

This Black Mercenary was the old Mercenary, he had already reached the peak of the fourth step, the realm of the quasi-Fifth Stage. But if even he said that there was no room for resistance in front of that noble young master, then that was just too scary. Even the famous black cattle here couldn't do it.

To possess at least the cultivation of Fifth Stage before the age of eighteen, this was simply too crazy.

Then, another Mercenary began to mutter, "I heard that a fifteen year old Fifth Stage swordsman appeared in the Augustus family of the capital, and a Sixth Order Magic Genius that isn't even twenty years old has also appeared in the Fei Erde Family. If this strange Wandering Poet was cultivated to this level by himself, then the two great geniuses of the Aoguluos and Fei Erde Clans would probably not be able to match up to him. "

"Exactly!"

Many people echoed this sentiment. It seemed that the number of people who had a favorable impression of the aristocrats was pitifully few.

Pow!

At this moment, the door to the Adventurer's Bar was gently pushed open.