Grandmaster Hunter of Age of Mythology

The next morning, the sun had just risen, and the golden sunlight poured into the room through the window, bringing a touch of warmth and brightness. The father and son sat quietly at the table, enjoying a hearty breakfast. They were immersed in this moment of tranquility, as if they had forgotten the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Grandpa gently picked up a briar pipe and carefully lit the tobacco. Instantly, a strong smell of sweet wine spread, like a spring flowing through the heart, making people feel extremely happy. He smoked leisurely, savoring this unique taste, with a satisfied look on his face.

At the same time, Kashin carefully took care of the cute hound puppy. He gently stroked its fur and called its name softly. In order to better tame the little guy, Kashin specially brought an exquisite wooden dog cage, because at this stage, it is crucial to get along with the hound day and night.

"Kashin, we are going to meet the president here later. Normally speaking, why would such a distinguished figure like him come to us for anything?" Grandpa suddenly broke the silence, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

Kashin thought for a moment and replied, "Grandpa, don't jump to conclusions. Let's wait until we meet the president. However, if it is another dangerous mission, I will never accept it even if you kill me! After this experience, I truly realized that our small mountain village is the most beautiful place. In this complicated human world, everything has become so confusing."

Both of them had a bad feeling in their hearts, knowing that they would probably be assigned a new mission. However, out of respect for each other and basic courtesy, they could not refuse this meeting. Therefore, they decided to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible and set off for their hometown early tomorrow morning without any further delay.

Kashin still has lingering fears when recalling the thrilling battle in Yinpan Town. At that time, he had no way out and could only try his best to deal with it.

Thinking about it now, if a similar situation happened again, he would rather avoid those dangerous adventures rather than blindly plunge into them. After all, life is only once, and cherishing the present is the most important thing.

He opened his pocket watch and saw that it was a little after nine o'clock, the magic time: "Let's go, Grandpa, let's meet the president and ask the waiter to come in and clean the room."

"You carry the dog cage and go first."

Arriving at the mercenary hall, the two were led by the staff to a spacious office on the top floor. The president was the charming middle-aged beauty Daphne.

He was strong and plump, wearing a purple scholar's robe, which made him look elegant and noble. "Nice to meet you, both warriors fought well. I see you are really brave today. Come and sit over here."

"Thank you for the praise, President. We are forced to do so and have no choice but to fight to the death in order to survive."

"Tell me about the battles of the past few days. Some of your achievements have not been counted, so the log is not perfect. The noble quality of a mercenary is that they must not lie about their military exploits."

Kashin: "Dear President, we have received the reward. I don't want to recall the war again because fighting is not fun. It is not important to count how many enemies we killed now."

Daphne looked at the young Kashin and understood a little. He was still very immature and had some refusal in his heart. She smiled and said, "Then let Nick tell us roughly how many enemies he killed."

Nick carefully took out a few slightly yellowed parchments from his pocket. They were densely covered with various strange marks, which obviously represented different types of soldiers. Nick relied on his memory to describe the entire battle process in detail, and even repeated his grandson's battle experience. According to his description, the two killed at least more than a hundred enemies, a number that made people stunned.

After listening carefully to Nick's narration, Daphne quickly took up a pen and made some simple notes on paper. She nodded slightly, expressing her satisfaction: "Very good, this way the mission is successfully completed. I understand that you two are in a difficult battle."

Nick said gratefully, "Thank you for your concern and support, President. However, after this fierce battle, my grandson has developed a strong aversion to killing. He decided to go to Delburg to live in seclusion, and perhaps he will no longer accept any missions in the future."

Daphne nodded thoughtfully: "Well, I can understand his feelings. After all, young people will inevitably be affected psychologically after experiencing such a brutal battle. As for Kashin... According to reliable sources, the church is secretly investigating the matter. What is certain is that the intermediate hunter and the assassin instructor were both killed by Kashin. You know, this assassin instructor is famous for his omnipotence! However, it is unbelievable that such a powerful character could be successfully attacked by someone at close range, and eventually died tragically under the gloves, with his head smashed to pieces. This is somewhat ironic... Now that I think about it, Kashin's magical magic cloth armor that can eliminate his own smell, coupled with his ability to conceal his whereabouts through meditation, does make it difficult for others to perceive his existence..." At this point, Daphne couldn't help but frowned, as if thinking about a countermeasure.

Daphne listened to Nick's retelling and analysis and praised him generously. Then she changed the subject: "This matter will not be recorded. There is a traitor in the association and it is currently under secret investigation, so I can only ask you in person and close the case as soon as possible. You don't need to mention this matter to anyone else. The death of that instructor caused the church to go all out to hunt down the barrel Sanji..."

Kashin then realized the danger behind this, and finally linked it to the church. Drunkard Sangji was a name he made up casually, but it became an important way to get out of trouble. He was just the old drunkard in the mountain village.

"The president rewards Kashin with an extra 100 points. You can exchange them for whatever you need. On the battlefield, it's either kill or be killed. Any resistance is wrong. The winner on the battlefield will not be condemned by the world, so Kashin should free himself from the psychological shadow as soon as possible..."

"Thank you for your advice, President. I feel much better now!"

"Well, this conversation is over, and the points will be added to Kashin's account soon. Mercenaries are very free, and some have to make a living from this because they are forced to do so. You two are rich people now, and if there is no other reason, I can understand your decision. I wish you both happiness and health..."

It's not for gold coins. After obtaining two intermediate and advanced books on breathing techniques, I really have no motivation to continue being a mercenary.

The two stood up, saluted to the president, left the office, and took a short rest in the mercenary hotel.

Go downstairs and order a delicious lunch. Prepare to meet the employer again, maybe there will be a reward there, and finish the work here as soon as possible and return to the city of Delburg.

As long as he didn't secretly learn the martial arts of Bell Manor, there was no need to leave his hometown. Living closer to the Magic Academy would be more convenient for shopping and Silver Wolf's studies.