Grandmaster Hunter of Age of Mythology

They couldn't stay here for long. The urgency of the situation was like a dark cloud pressing down on their heads, so they couldn't talk too much. Once the basic conditions and obligations were agreed upon, the two decided to leave immediately.

Kashin quickly took a travel bag for Jean Tocque and hurried downstairs to check out.

Afterwards, they went to the Mercenary Association to pick up their deposited mounts. The two wargs brought by Jean Toc stood there majestically.

They had military approval badges hanging around their necks, which shone coldly under the dim light, showing their extraordinary status. Compared to ordinary mounts, these two wolves were much more outstanding in both physique and momentum.

However, they pale in comparison to Kashin's silver wolf. The silver wolf's tall back is 40 centimeters higher than theirs, standing before them like a towering mountain. The two military wolves are even a little afraid of the silver wolf, and seem to shrink in front of it.

Jean Tocque fixed two travel bags firmly on a wolf, then swiftly mounted another mount and followed closely behind Kashin. Kashin had no baggage, so he seemed to be traveling much more easily.

After more than half an hour of galloping, they appeared in front of the entrance of the Magic Association. The two of them dismounted without hesitation and took Jean Toque to the altar in the square.

The Magic Association in the distance stood tall in the night, like a mysterious giant overlooking the earth. For Jean Tocque, this place was still relatively unfamiliar, and everything was full of unknowns and mysteries. Faced with this magical teleportation array, he could only follow Kashin's instructions.

At this time, a young magic apprentice came over. He carefully looked at the certificate that Kashin took out to start the diplomatic observer, and asked politely:

"Excuse me, sir, where would you like to go?"

"It's best to send the Kingdom of Pumasai directly to the teleportation array in Shadowmoon City," Kashin answered briefly and clearly.

Jean Tocque said cautiously: "You are a magician, can you use the teleportation array?" After saying that, a look of extreme shock appeared on his face.

After all, in his opinion, it was rare for magicians to become mercenaries. No wonder their mercenary team could take on magician-related tasks, they were in a completely different circle! Magicians had teleportation arrays that could travel all over the world in an instant, but for some small businesses, they might not even be able to make back the teleportation fee.

Kashin said calmly: "This is a spirit-recovering medicine. Take it later if I ask you to. You may feel a little uncomfortable..."

Jean Toc was already somewhat in awe of Kashen. After all, being able to use the teleportation array was a mage's privilege. At this moment, he seemed very respectful. Joining this kind of mercenary team and dreaming of being able to adventure around the world was the life that Jean wanted.

The magic apprentice went and came back. He had found the serial number of Shadowmoon City and calculated that the teleportation fee would be 4,300 magic coins per person.

When Kashin heard the price was very reasonable, he didn't waste any more words, paid the teleportation fee in cash, and disappeared from the altar.

When they walked out of the local organization department, it was already dawn. Kashin smiled and said, "We're almost there. I just finished vomiting. I'll go home later and have a bowl of sobering soup to recuperate."

"Captain Kashen, I can't ride the teleportation array, it's too uncomfortable. Even the mount is listless. It seems that only a magician can be unaffected..."

Kashin smiled and said: "Rang, if you go on a mission, as long as you won't die, you can't refuse the teleportation array!"

"That's natural. After all, hurrying onwards is the most important thing. I was a little scared for the first time. If it's just a brief discomfort, I'm fine. As long as I'm not dead, it's fine..."

They were slowly sent out of the city in a hanging basket. The moment they left the city, the cool breeze of the early morning gently brushed their faces, as if whispering the beginning of a new day. They ran all the way and soon arrived at the training manor.

The scouts on the training ground had already gotten up and washed up. In the dim morning light, their busy figures were looming. Some were wiping their faces with towels, some were splashing water on their faces with basins, and some were tidying up each other's clothes. In the distance, the large tent barracks stood there quietly, like a line of solemn soldiers waiting for their master's return. This was their residence.

Jean Tocque was stunned by the well-equipped training ground, and for a moment he really thought he had stepped into a regular military camp. The mount was taken away in an orderly manner by the duty sentry, and Kashin helped him carry a travel bag. The two walked side by side towards the manor, their steps brisk and powerful.

Putting the travel bag at the door first, Kashin turned to look at Jean Tocque with a smile and said, "Jean, let's go to the Knight's Kitchen to familiarize ourselves with it. This is where you will have your meals from now on." At this time, the sunlight shone on Kashin's face, reflecting his resolute outline.

"Captain, is this our mercenary base? I see the training grounds are quite complete, great!" Jean Tocque's eyes widened, his voice raised a few notes with excitement. He looked around, his eyes full of surprise and admiration, his hands trembling with excitement.

"Haha, this is my home. Originally it was my training ground, but then the church riot broke out, so 120 more scouts were trained here. They cross-use the training facilities, study hard every day, and are doing pretty well now." Kashin's words revealed a hint of pride and satisfaction as he looked up at the huge training ground.

"Captain, I'm good at the hunter profession. Although scouts are a branch of the hunter profession and involve military skills, I know nothing about them and can't teach them..." Jean Tocque frowned slightly, sighed helplessly, and a trace of worry flashed across his face.

As they were talking, the two walked into the Knight's Kitchen. This was an independent building. As soon as they entered, the spacious space inside was eye-catching. Rows of neatly arranged dining tables were arranged in an orderly manner, like a phalanx of soldiers waiting for inspection.

At this moment, there were dozens of servants busy at the Knight's Kitchen. Some were holding rags and wiping the tabletops carefully, with a focused look as if they were wiping a precious treasure; some were shuttling between the kitchen and the dining table, with hurried steps and steady plates in their hands;

Others were preparing tableware, placing the knives and forks neatly, their meticulousness was admirable. The aroma coming from the kitchen was already fragrant and mouth-watering.

"Sir, would you like something to eat? It's not breakfast time yet..." A servant came up with a warm smile on his face and respect in his eyes.

Kashin nodded and smiled, "The gentleman next to me drank some wine last night and vomited just now, so he is feeling unwell. Give him a bowl of hot soup to warm his stomach."

"Wait a moment! A rich beef soup with some fresh vegetable leaves, fresh mushrooms, and diced carrots will definitely help alleviate the effects of the alcohol..." The servant's voice was crisp and clear, and he turned and walked quickly towards the kitchen.

Kashin continued, "The first floor is for eating and showering, and the second floor is for medical treatment and muscle care massage. The support staff here will take good care of every scout!"

"That's great, I suddenly like this place. The captain has trained the soldiers very thoroughly, regular soldiers would never get such treatment..." Jean Toc's face was filled with a satisfied smile, that smile was like a blooming flower, brilliant and sincere.

Kashin patiently explained the training environment here and had breakfast with Jean Tocques.