Chronicles of Ryan the Wizard

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"Hey, I said old Mike!" The most burly mercenary interrupted Mike's words with a trace of dissatisfaction: "We all know this."

"Young man, just can't hold my breath!" Old Mike didn't seem to care about the mercenary's actions, but took advantage of this gap and took another sip of wine. He wiped his mouth and said disdainfully: "To listen to the story, you have to listen to the full set. If it weren't for such a big bottle of Buffy, you wouldn't hear it!"

"It's okay." The mercenary who bought the wine opened the burly mercenary. He smiled and said to Mike: "Don't listen to him, you continue, you continue."

"It's about the same." Old Mike muttered with satisfaction. He took another gulp of Buffy and continued: "This system was naturally welcomed as soon as it appeared. But soon, someone discovered one of them. Loophole. "

"What loopholes?" After listening to a lot of nonsense, the young mercenaries finally heard the most critical places, and raised their ears one by one, staring attentively at old Mike.

It was this effect that Old Mike wanted, and there was a look of satisfaction on his face, a feeling of satisfaction in his heart, this kind of feeling is not very common. He lowered his voice a little, and said in a low voice: "What level of missions to release and what level of mercenary regiment to find. The level of this mission is predetermined, but how did the level of the mercenary regiment come?"

The young mercenaries looked blank, they looked at each other, and for a moment they didn't understand the meaning of the old Mike's words, and even Ryan, who was focused on eavesdropping, didn't understand.

Old Mike continued to whisper: "Complete the corresponding task, you can get the corresponding score, the task reward, the mercenary guild will draw 5%. When the score accumulates to an order of magnitude, you can promote the mercenary group Level. The mercenary troop of the first level can be promoted as long as 10 points, and the level of the second level should be 100 points. Although the more points you get behind, the higher the task score of the corresponding level will increase. It sounds very simple, right? ? "

The other mercenaries nodded blankly. This rule has long since turned their backs, and they don't know where the loophole is?

"You fools!" Old Mike completely ignored this loophole that he also discovered for more than two decades. It seems that the young people in front of him are his favorite hobbies: "Why don't you understand this rule? The biggest problem is that you can upgrade as long as you complete more tasks. The higher the level, the greater the natural fame. But the tasks you complete, you do n’t necessarily have to be posted by others. "

Old Mike explained: "Look, we are now a level 2 mercenary group? Our mercenary group has a score of 81 points, which is still 19 points away. You can add 5 points to complete a task to find a lost pet. We just need to go Make four. "

"However, we are not well-known, who will find us?" Said a young mercenary.

Old Mike wanted to give him a slap hard, he broke the sky: "You will not find someone to pretend to be a businessman to publish a task, do it secretly, who will know? Anyway, such a task, the mercenary guild also It costs less than 10 silver coins. How much did it cost to spend 4 tasks? When we reached level 3, we randomly received a task to transport the goods, all of which were income from at least 10 gold coins, and we couldn't afford this little expense. Well?"

"Yes!" The burly mercenary patted his head and said happily, "How come I didn't expect it?"

"Humph!" Old Mike said disdainfully: "Do you think this is over? As long as you have money, you can publish missions for yourself, so that your mercenary regiment level will rise rapidly, and you can even bribe those. Staff, let them influence their choices a little bit when the employers are undecided. The big deal is that every time they complete such a task, they will be rewarded with 10%. How much money can they get from the mercenary guild in a month? There is no risk in this kind of thing, and a fool will not do it. Also, if there are other mercenary groups competing with us, you can post some tasks for them to do, and then secretly find someone to mess with them, if the task is messed up, Their fame naturally deteriorated. All this is only if you have money, what else can't be done? "

Regardless of the fact that the young mercenaries were all ecstatic, Ryan eavesdropping was very depressed. Yes, he was very depressed. He did not expect that even this kind of thing can be faked. Scoring points and secretly trapping opponents are tricks. Ryan asks himself if he can do it.

But Ryan was lost and lost, but he would not do such a thing. Ryan made up his mind. Rather, the mercenary had no business to do, and did not do these dirty things. Ryan firmly believed that as long as he worked hard, as long as he had strength, Even if a gold coin covered with dust is thrown into the garbage dump, sooner or later there will be the day when it is discovered.

"No, my host doesn't like it." A loud voice attracted everyone's attention in the mercenary guild hall. Ryan looked down at the voice and saw a thin man, facing the mercenary guild loudly. The staff spoke, and next to them was the head of an embarrassed mercenary regiment. .Mobile phone watch

"Okay, sir." The staff member said helplessly: "Your master is a high-ranking aristocrat. His taste is elegant and different from others. But, my God, the **** of business is on top. You have chosen four The mercenary regiment, although it is only a small **** mission, but now the mercenary regiments that meet this mission level are rejected by you. "

"Money is not a problem." The thin man carried his hands on his back and said with pride: "My master hopes that the mercenary corps that escorts him back to the territory must be tasteful. Grade! Understand?" The man skimmed his lips in disdain.

"What's the matter? Harrisi, after so long picking, haven't you found a suitable mercenary to **** me?" A lazy voice came from the door, and everyone's eyes were immediately attracted to him, only to see one wearing The middle-aged man in the tuxedo walked in with small steps. He wore a black round top hat, the same color as the black tuxedo on his body, plus a gray mink fur cloak behind him , The whole person looks slightly decadent.

The middle-aged man's face will always have an elegant look, as if everything in front of him cannot affect his mood, and he holds a cane in his hand that is about the length of an adult man's arm. The top of the cane is inlaid A crystal clear sapphire.

The decoration of this middle-aged man, Ryan had seen a lot in the imperial capital. It was a costume that only the nobles with hereditary knights could wear. Ryan took a closer look at the middle-aged man ’s chest. Sure enough, he saw a piece of neatly dressed Qi's badge, with a rose on it, and a dagger, surrounded by a circle of thorns around the entire pattern. Ryan has never learned the family coat of arms, but he has heard some of the thorns around Farath, knowing that the thorns surrounding it represent that this represents a family with an ancient heritage, at least a few hundred years of history.

Seeing the middle-aged man come in, the thin man called Harrisi, quickly dropped the people around him, and walked over in a few steps, with a smile on his face, his eyes narrowed into a straight line , Humbled to the middle-aged man and said, "Noble Viscount, my esteemed master. You see, the mercenary guild of Freedom Paradise can't find a mercenary group that suits your taste. This is simply rude. . "

"Fool, you are such a clueless fool!" The middle-aged man reprimanded his subordinate Harrisi. "Can't you even handle this little thing? It's really useless."

"Ah, my dear master, how can your humble servant compare with the wise you?" Harrisi heard the master's reprimand. He didn't rush to explain anything, but came out a long list of words of praise from his mouth. , Desperately praise his master. The middle-aged man called Viscount, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was very useful to his subordinates.

When a large paragraph of praise was used on the middle-aged man without any generosity, a cheerful expression appeared on the face of the man called Viscount, who seemed to forget the displeasure that he had just reprimanded his servant, and he waved his hand. In the cane inside, Harrisy immediately stopped talking and stood aside respectfully.

The middle-aged man pointed his head at a mercenary guild staff around him and signaled him to come. Although the latter was dissatisfied with the behavior of this person who did not respect him, he still came quietly and covered his face. He smiled and asked, "Can I help you?"

"I am the Viscount Bruno, the hereditary Viscount of the Imperial Emperor Qinfeng!" The middle-aged man introduced himself with a trace of arrogance and a sense of pride: "I have my own territory, just about three days away from here. I Hire a mercenary regiment to **** me back. "

"As you wish, respected Mr. Viscount." After this sentence, the staff immediately took out a roster and opened it quickly. He began to find the right mercenary for the Viscount in front of him. While looking at the roster, the staff secretly calculated in his mind, which mercenary regiment to introduce, in order to get the most benefits.

"The Fierce Mercenary Corps, what do you think? This is one of the strongest mercenary regiments here." The staff member said while secretly thinking: "Of course, I am paid the most."

Viscount Bruno shook his head and said, "I know this mercenary group, but I don't like it."

"Don't like it? It doesn't matter. What about the Earth Mercenary Corps? Their defense is the best, but they have 2 earth magicians and 3 priests. They can certainly protect your safety!"

"No, I want to return to the territory, but not to fight. What do you want?" Viscount Bruno shook his head again and said, "Give it to me, I will choose it myself."