Grandmaster Hunter of Age of Mythology

Kashin held his breath and listened carefully, feeling that the other party's snoring like thunder gradually became steady and deep, and it was obvious that he had fallen into a deep sleep.

He climbed out from under the bed carefully, his movements were as light as a cat, without making any sound. Kashin attacked suddenly, as fast as lightning, and held him down with a strong hand.

The man was instantly awakened from his sleep, and was frightened out of his wits, and instinctively wanted to resist.

However, just as he moved, he felt the cold sharp blade pressed tightly against his neck. The chill seemed to penetrate his bones instantly, making him dare not struggle any more.

"Who are you? Why are you in my room? What do you want to do?" the man shouted in panic, his voice full of fear and confusion.

"You're good at asking questions. Don't struggle, or you'll get a cut on your throat and you can't blame anyone else. Tell me! Who sent you to kill me..." Kashin lowered his voice, his tone full of majesty and threat.

The man felt relieved all over. Perhaps the other party had recognized the wrong person and asked this question. It should have nothing to do with him. As long as he explained, everything would be fine.

"Sir, this is a misunderstanding. I haven't taken on any mission. Maybe you got the wrong room? It's a misunderstanding..." the man said hurriedly, trying to convince Kashin that it was just a misunderstanding.

Kashin could keenly feel that his body had just relaxed, instead of being tense, and that the danger in front of him had basically been eliminated. He couldn't help but think to himself that it was indeed true that wealth and honor were sought in danger, and that it was worth it to take the risk to find this rare talent!

Kashin probed again: "Sir, Jean Toque, Berechvadi. Anyway, the name is very long. Intelligence shows that someone hired you to kill me. Do you dare to deny it?"

The other party secretly complained in his heart, who knows who framed him like this, and now he was held down here for no reason. Was he going to die here in such a confused way? Sure enough, drinking made things go wrong, he really regretted it!

"The name you mentioned is mine, but I didn't take any assassination mission. Someone must have wanted to frame me. I didn't expect that crossing the border is still unsafe... I was framed..." The man looked aggrieved and helpless, and his words revealed despair and pleading.

Kashin's caution and temptation, as well as the other party's fear, grievance and helplessness, are all manifestations of human instinctive emotional reactions and psychological defense mechanisms in extremely dangerous situations.

Kashin slowly let go: "The misunderstanding has been resolved, don't act rashly. If I get frightened and overreact, you will bear the consequences."

The other party realized that if the other party let him go, his life would be saved, so there was no need to create more trouble, so he lay there motionless...

Kashin quickly moved to a safe distance of three meters to prevent the other party from overreacting.

Jean Tocque then slowly sat up. The two sides looked at each other. Kashen was wearing dark green leather armor and a hood, and he was tall and sturdy. It was difficult to tell what he looked like, so they could only conclude that he was a colleague.

There was a moment of silence between the two sides, during which Kashin was able to examine the other side by candlelight...

Jean Tocque, a male hunter in his thirties, has a weathered but still charming face.

His forehead is broad, with a few faint wrinkles like marks carved by time, telling of the ups and downs he has experienced in the mountains and forests. His thick eyebrows are like two sharp swords, slightly raised, revealing his determination and courage.

His eyes were as deep as a pool, and they often flashed with a keen light. His nose was straight, showing his strong character. There were some tiny freckles on both sides of his nose, which were the traces of long-term exposure to the sun.

His lips have clear lines, and the slightly upturned corners of his mouth always have a faint smile, giving people a feeling that is both friendly and mysterious.

His face was thin and his cheekbones were slightly protruding, making his facial features more rugged. His skin was bronze, the result of being burned by the sun for a long time, rough and tough. His chin was covered with dark stubble, making him look a little unruly.

The most iconic feature is the scar at the corner of his left eye, which winds down like a slender centipede. It is said that this was left when he fought with a ferocious beast. This scar not only does not make him look hideous, but instead adds a bit of vicissitudes of life to his masculinity.

His ears were slightly exposed to the wind, which made him more sensitive to the subtle sounds in the forest. His short brown hair always looked a little messy, and at this moment, he was still drunk...

There was a moment of silence, and the atmosphere in the room was like frozen ice, oppressive and heavy. The other party had no weapons or armor, and was sitting on the bed at this moment, his body tense, his eyes full of vigilance, not daring to act rashly, and in his heart he only hoped that this masked uninvited guest would leave immediately, giving him some peace and safety.

Kashin broke the suffocating silence: "Listen, Jean Tocque, I'm from Van Helsing's Gold Medal Mercenary Team. Didn't you initiate an interview at the Mercenary Association? Here I come..." Kashin's voice was particularly clear in the silent room.

"Ah! I think it's good enough to be able to have an interview within a month. It's just right for me to recuperate here and enjoy life. Are there any of your people nearby..." The other party's voice was filled with a hint of surprise and uneasiness, and his eyes wandered around the room restlessly.

Kashin looked serious. He walked to the window sill and gently closed the blinds. He deliberately avoided the topic mentioned by the other party, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Tell me about your salary expectations?"

"I expect a living allowance of 1200 gold coins a year, and missions are extra. Your mercenary team has handled several major cases, and I've found that they are all related to the magician group, so I look forward to joining to get higher bounty missions... and you only recruit high-level professions, especially those with agile skills..." the other party said eagerly, with anticipation glittering in his eyes.

One hundred gold coins a month, this is several times the wealth of a senior professional of the Knights. You know, most of the senior professionals of the Knights are trained by the lord's family. They are loyal to the family for life because of the kindness of the family, so the salary is relatively low.

He asked for 100 gold coins a month, which was a bit more expensive because he was a high-level hunter. Besides, the price level in Pumasai was there, so his asking price was not expensive.

"Okay, welcome to the Van Helsing Mercenary Team. To be honest, I'm on the wanted list of the Assassin's Organization. I'm risking my life to come here for the interview. I'm sorry, I had to test it just now!" Kashin's words were sincere and genuine, with helplessness and determination in his eyes.

Seeing that Van Helsing's mercenary team agreed to his treatment, he thought that ordinary mercenary teams could not have such good living security and treatment. He was willing to bargain in his heart, but he did not expect that the other party agreed without hesitation.

"Yes, but there is a condition. You must unconditionally supervise the training of more than one hundred scouts. Our team does not take on any small tasks, and it is natural for members to contribute a little. Is that okay?"

Jean Tocque thought for a moment and realized that a mercenary team that did not accept small missions might not have any missions for a year. Training more than a hundred scouts was definitely a type of soldier on the battlefield, and taking care of them on a regular basis was definitely not a hard job.

"Okay, that's no problem. I don't have anything to do anyway, so I'll just take care of it."

Kashin nodded with satisfaction, so that Grandpa Nick could be freed from the military training...