Crossing Cannon Fodder and Embracing the Lord God

Rubbing his swollen temples, Angelo sorted out the things in the book. A miracle that appeared before the founding of the country, a private treasure house that did not burst out rare treasures, was indeed a country blessed by the god of thunder. With miracles secretly developing without going too far, the battle that made Xinlu leap into the Second Empire was also in their calculations. After all, there was a marshal as a spoil, and those poor little principalities that were swallowed up did not It's wrong.

Over the years, Xinlu paid far more than received for Thunder Falling Valley, but the successive kings of Xinlu always believed that as long as they could break this seal, the treasure in this cave would bring them earth-shaking changes.

After all, there is a god in there.Angelo saw a record in a book that once a king made an oath to heaven and earth, if someone could help his country open the cave of the gods, he was willing to change the name of the empire to that person's surname.This sentence is equivalent to promising to give the person who opened the seal all the strength of the country, but it is a pity that the king has this confidence to swear because he is also confident that no one can break the seal.

As for those magwen masters who devoted themselves to this cave and those who tried their best to sacrifice with blood, there are only a few records in the book, but it is enough to fill several books.

There was a voice next to his ear, An Qiluo lay down on the books, let the books around him return to their places one by one, took out a bottle of refreshing potion, pinched the prime minister's cheek and poured it down, from the state of the prime minister, An Qiluo It can be seen that he has been taking the refreshing potion for more than a day, so there is no need to worry about the smell of the potion arousing his suspicion.

However, because the Prime Minister himself was exhausted to the extreme, the reaction speed of this medicine was not as fast as that of anesthetics.Angelo got up from the pile of books, "All the books here are about their research on that cave. Is there anything else you need to know?"

"It's enough to know this, come back baby." Benedict smiled and toasted Beavis, and he also knew about it.

Angelo squeezed the pendant around his neck tightly, and accurately appeared beside Benedict.The puppet was standing on the side, pecking at the juice, and seemed to feel Angelo's breath. The puppet walked towards this direction spontaneously. An Qiluo adjusted its position. The moment the puppet and him overlapped, only the puppet was left in the hall. The breath of three people.

Continuing to walk in the previous direction, Angelo approached Benedict and whispered, "It's time for us to leave, they are still waiting."

It was a whisper, but everyone in the hall heard it clearly, and Beavis turned his eyes, knowing that the two were just bluffing, but they still don't know who they met, which is a pity.

"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty, for your hospitality. People like us feel uncomfortable after staying in the palace for a long time." Benedict chuckled lightly, which made Beavis even more suspicious of Angelo who had been quiet before. What other secrets are they doing, and they don't keep much at the moment, and let people bring the gold coins over.

In front of Beavis, Angelo put the gold coins into the ring and said goodbye to Beavis. He didn't want to be casual like a mercenary, nor rigid like an aristocrat, but it made it difficult for Beavis to distinguish for a while.

Letting his followers send the two of them out of the palace, Beavis let out a sigh of relief. He was always guided by that Bansang in the conversation just now, and he didn't notice it at first, but now that he thinks about it, what he knows is what the other party wants to tell him. Achieved, but he always felt a little suffocated.

Thinking of this, Beavis turned around and told his followers, "I'm going to the library, and no one should disturb me."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The entourage bowed to leave, and Beavis looked around, then stepped into a secret door.

Three quarters later, Beavis' bedroom was opened and closed by the angry king, only to be opened again two days later.

At this time, the two people who were already in the mercenary guild were picking on the task bar on one side, and there was a lot of noise around them. This place looks like a normal mercenary guild. There are old guys who have been recruiting newcomers for the mercenary group here all the year round. She was bragging to the ladies at the front desk with a sense of novelty, but she didn't know that her words had been said by countless people over the years. Perhaps, the girl at the front desk could only remember the first person who boasted to her. The promise, even though it could never be kept, still gave her a glimmer of memory.

Some mercenaries who came to hand in the task carelessly dumped the magic core in the coarse cloth bag on the counter, and the person who ordered it calmly took away the blood clots and feathers mixed with it, picked up a magic core for inspection, and returned it to the store when satisfied. The magic core was taken away and exchanged for a bag of gold coins.

There are also a few people with special tokens or badges doing this kind of authentication at the magic circle next to the task bar. The light of the magic circle lights up, and the badge turns into a piece of scrap iron, but the tasks of these people have also been completed. Someone will pay them.

As for the missions on the bulletin board, the higher the reward, the harder it is. This seems to have become an unwritten rule, but there are also some urgent missions that are eager to find certain materials or medicinal materials will be listed high on it.Such tasks are often followed by a deadline. If the mercenary group accepts the task but fails to complete it as scheduled, the mercenary group and the mercenary guild will be punished.

There is always a whimper around, but there is still a little space around An Qiluo and the two of them. As for the reason, it is actually very interesting. The two people are too clean, and they seem out of place with the surroundings.

After browsing the tasks on the task bar, I found that there are still many tasks in the direction of Thunder Valley, after all, something just happened there.An Qiluo looked carefully, and saw a task that was hung on the tail but had a high commission.

"Escort the daughter of the Duke of Winter to get married." Angelo looked at this strange and uncaring task and turned his head to look around him. "Isn't there an escort for the daughter of a duke to get married? Send someone to pick it up?" Benedict looked at the date on the back, his face froze, "This task was done three years ago, and no one has picked it up until now. I don't know if there is something hidden."

"Haha, this swordsman is right. How do you know Duke Winter's difficulties? His daughter is going to marry a god on the southeast island. It’s not acceptable for ordinary people to cross the ocean.” An old man sitting on the side drinking with dim eyes seemed to be laughing at the ignorance of the two, but he explained the matter clearly in his words. "The Duke of Winter doesn't want to marry a daughter, so he shirks the fact that the journey is far away and he can't use his own army to escort him, so he can only find mercenaries. Although the high commission has been offered, everyone has deliberately ignored this task over the years. Not to mention the danger, just It is said that if you send someone else's daughter to marry far away, you will inevitably be killed when you come back."

Angelo stuck out his tongue, "Thank you, old man." Looking at the taskbar again, Benedict's voice came from next to his ear, "God of Southeast Sea Island, what do you think?"

"Of course I have an idea, but it's not clear yet. Why don't you find a mission to go there and ask about it along the way." An Qiluo's lips moved, as if he was reciting the mission on the mission bar.

Benedict nodded, and the two walked to the next task board. Benedict noticed a mission mission, which was obviously just accepted, because Xinlu's soldiers should be preparing to prevent other countries from spying. So this envoy reluctantly chose the mercenary route. The above requirement is 200 people. Obviously, he went to Chi Yan, the first mercenary regiment, but the commission listed later was not enough to interest Chi Yan, so this mission It became prepared for idle mercenaries like them.

There are already more than [-] people who have signed up. Judging by the speed, they will definitely be able to sign up today. An Qiluo blinked, "Shall we go pick this up too?"

"Okay." The two of them didn't have to squeeze out of the crowd, and the people next to them would naturally move away, so in some respects, mercenaries were still unwilling to cause trouble.

When they arrived at the front desk, the two reported the task code, and then handed the badge to the person who registered. The magic circle flashed, corresponding to the badge, and the record would not be destroyed until the two handed over the task.

"This is the badge for your receipt, please wait in the west courtyard." The formulaic answer, the person at the counter is indeed different from the person who consulted earlier.Angelo curled his lips. In fact, he has not yet recognized whether the person at the counter is a man or a woman. All they can see is a pair of hands.

Walking to the west courtyard, Angelo looked at the dozens of people lying or standing in the courtyard, their faces were a little cracked, but he quickly returned to normal. He dragged Benedict to a fairly clean corner and sat on the ground. Waiting for a while to work, it is better to take a break at this time.

As for getting to know the future partners, let's wait until they all start to move. Now everyone in the courtyard is quietly observing, observing the future partners and the people who can be fooled.

Angelo glanced around, except for a few old mercenary sword masters, most of the remaining free mercenaries had their own jobs, and there was a newly established mercenary group in the yard Sitting in a group, it can be seen that they don't trust each other that much, because no one leaves their backs to their teammates.

It took a long time, but as the remaining places became less and less, the interval between people coming in became faster and faster.An Qiluo looked at the sun and thought it would be delayed until noon, but he didn't expect to gather 200 people before noon.

Now there are three small mercenary regiments among the 200 people, accounting for 70 people, and most of the rest are some free mercenaries and old oilmen.An Qiluo looked around and confirmed that among this group of people, there were only three or two newbies like himself. He turned his eyes and moved closer to the old oily boy.

Benedict stood there with his arms folded, he wanted to see what Angelo wanted to do.

Walking near the old mercenary, An Qiluo flipped his palm and found several bottles of palm wine that mercenaries most often drink. "Hey, kids are sensible." A middle-aged man whose eyes were wandering around suddenly brightened when he saw the wine bottle, and with a single sentence, he had put An Qiluo in the scope of giving gifts, so even if An Qiluo and his friends No matter what conditions people talk about, they can't go too far.

"Kids are sensible, you old man is not self-respecting." The man next to him with a pipe snorted coldly, as if disdainful, but he lowered An Qiluo's condition for speaking to another level. It's not easy.

An Qiluo smiled and put the wine bottles on the ground one by one. There are six people here, but only four bottles of wine are placed on the ground. The old men smiled at each other and waited for An Qiluo to speak, "My teacher and I are new here. There are many wines. I don’t quite understand the matter yet, so I want to set up a relationship with the seniors.”

The words are beautiful, but the things are not prepared enough. Obviously, they are preparing to estimate the price. The old oily people naturally understand this meaning, but they are a little annoyed in their hearts. When will they be reduced to playing tricks with a little kid.

Looking around at several old mercenaries, An Qiluo roughly judged the economic level of these people. It stands to reason that there are no poor people in free mercenaries, but these people deliberately wear shabby clothes but are easy to move, and the weapons on their bodies It's also top-notch, even the man with the pipe just now, the pipe he used was not cheap, not to mention the rings on these people's hands.Maybe some calculations can be raised a little bit.