Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 19: Temporary task
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Kitley looked at this simple building with a slightly envious look. He knew that the mercenaries here are not very well paid. It is common for several thousand gold coins a month, but he also knows that the money here is not that much. Easily available.
Stepping into the doorway, an old beggar suddenly rushed out from the side, "All right, this master...I used to be a mercenary until I got an arrow in my knee..."
Geralt waved his hand impatiently and walked straight in. The old beggar did not bother him, and went back to sit down where he was just now, and continued to wait for the next beggar.
"Father, are we really going to post tasks here?" Kitley asked puzzledly, frowning at the same time. He was not used to the muddy air here.
Geralt nodded blankly. He didn't feel much in the mood to talk to him.
He walked to the counter, and a waiter in blue greeted him, "Sir, do you need any service?"
"I want to post a mission..." Geralt said.
"Okay, please wait..." The waiter nodded, reached out and took out a notebook with something written on it, and said without raising his head, "You tell me..."
Geralt took a deep breath, "I want to kill someone, a child about fifteen years old..."
"Um...what is the target's strength?" the waiter asked.
"Strength, I don't know..." Geralt hesitated, "but he practiced undead magic..."
"Undead magic?" The waiter raised his head in a little surprise, practicing undead magic in the Holy Roman Empire. It was definitely tired of life. I didn't expect anyone to be so stupid. You just want to practice, or go to the Roland Empire or Go elsewhere. What's even more stupid is that instead of looking for the Holy See, the quest publisher went to the mercenary tavern to release the quest. The waiter was the first to accept such a quest.
With the lessons learned last time, Geralt didn't dare to go to Father Aryan, so he had to go to the mercenary union to release the task.
"Well, killing a cultivator of undead magic is not too difficult, just like killing an ordinary person..." The waiter muttered to himself, he was evaluating the value of this task, and it was convenient to give rewards. For low-level tasks, the waiter has the right to assess without authorization.
"This sir, after my evaluation and calculation, this task belongs to the e-level task. You need 1,000 gold coins to release this task, plus a 5% handling fee, a total of 1,050 gold coins..." The waiter completed the calculation. Said to Geralt.
1050 gold coins. To be honest, Geralt was a bit painful. He didn't expect the mercenary union to charge so much, but he knew it well and took 1050 gold coins out of his arms.
"Sir, please register with the mercenary medal issued by the mercenary union..." the waiter said.
The mercenary medal is a medal registered and confirmed by the mercenary union. It also represents the qualification of mercenary certification. With it, you can better accept tasks.
Geralt was stunned for a moment, "The mercenary medal, I don't have it..."
"Oh, that's the case, this gentleman, it doesn't matter if there is no mercenary medal, but the price has changed..." the waiter still said politely, "according to the rules of the mercenary union, If you are not a mercenary, you need to charge double the fee for posting tasks, and the handling fee is 20%..."
"After I recalculated, this sir, you need to pay 2,400 gold coins..." the waiter said quickly after calculating.
"What, so expensive?" Geralt was stunned after hearing the waiter's offer.
"Yes, sorry sir, this is the rule of our mercenary union..." The waiter still smiled.
"Well...How can I become a mercenary..." Kitley on the side was stunned when he heard it, 2400 gold coins, equivalent to half a year's income from Nagar Manor.
"It's very simple. As long as you complete three e-level missions, or one d-level mission, after confirmation by the mercenary union, you can become a mercenary and be awarded a mercenary medal..." the waiter said with a smile.
What's the use of this? To have this skill, people have come to the door early, and Geralt cursed inwardly, but he has nothing to do with the regulations of the mercenary union.
Of course, this is the overlord clause of the mercenary union. If everyone releases the task at all costs, it is estimated that no one will do the task.
Geralt walked out of the mission hall dejectedly, 2400 gold coins, he couldn't get it out now.
"Father, what shall we do now?" Kitley seemed to only ask this sentence.
Geralt replied angrily, "You ask me, who shall I ask?"
At this time, his eyes saw a mercenary who was drinking, and his brow furrowed, thinking about it.
Geralt knows that in addition to official tasks in the Mercenary Tavern, temporary tasks can also be issued.
The so-called temporary task refers to the task that the employer and the mercenary negotiate privately without being recognized by the mercenary union. In other words, it is to take private work. This kind of task only needs to pay a commission and does not need to pay a handling fee.
Not all mercenaries are willing to accept this kind of temporary task, because this kind of task is not protected by the mercenary union, and there is no guarantee. Not only the employer does not trust the mercenary, but the mercenary does not trust the employer.
"Hey, hello..." Geralt walked out of the hall and came to the tavern. He walked up to a rough-looking man and said hello.
The guy was drinking yellow bad wine leisurely, and at the same time kept his eyes fixed on the tall bulletin board on the wall, for fear of missing a task that suits him.
"Who are you? I don't know you..." The rough man raised his drunk eyes and opened his mouth to burp.
A stinky spit came on his face, and Geralt frowned, but he was still polite, and he blew up the guy first.
"What a handsome and brave mercenary, it looks like your strength is very remarkable..."
"Then I need to say that my strength is already junior...Hey, junior swordsman..." The man was full of drunkenness, "Don't be afraid to tell you that I have completed the D-level mission, haha..."
"It's really amazing..." Geralt was overjoyed when he heard that the strength of a junior swordsman, to kill a child, should be enough.
"This warrior, I have a temporary task at hand now. I wonder if you are interested?" Geralt took the opportunity to say.
"Task...eh? What, temporary task?" The man's drunkenness woke up for the most part.
"Yes, temporary assignment, but don't worry, I am sure to pay on time..." Geralt said with a smile.
The man shook his head like a rattle, "No answer or no answer, it's not a formal task. Hey, I thought there was something good..."
After that, the guy drank by himself and ignored Geralt.
Geralt couldn't, so he had to turn to others. Unfortunately, after asking several questions, when the other party heard that it was a temporary task, they all refused, and he was not even interested in knowing the content of the task.
Geralt couldn't help being a little discouraged. It seems that the identity of a mercenary is sometimes useful.
"Father, it seems that no one will take our temporary assignment, let's go back..." Kitley said softly.
Jella Featured nodded, turned and left. At this moment, a clear voice came.
"Excuse me, are you posting temporary tasks?"
Geralt and Kitlitzi looked up, and they were dumbfounded.
Appeared in front of them was an extremely beautiful woman, with a tall figure and a bumpy figure, her black curly hair dangled freely, and her delicate facial features seemed to be inlaid on the pretty face of a white woman, wrapped in light armor. The delicate **** and the graceful curves are all revealed. The black deerskin boots reveal the snow-white thighs, and the big dark brown eyes staring at them quietly, among the rude mercenaries, like a beautiful flower. The red attack rose.
Geralt and Kitley were stunned. They were in such a small place as Maple Leaf Town, where they had seen such a beautiful woman.
Looking at the lustful gaze, the woman frowned unhappily, and asked politely, "Excuse me, this gentleman, are you posting a temporary assignment?"
"Oh...oh...yes...yes..." Geralt responded first and replied, while Kitley on the side was still in a daze, drooling down the corners of his mouth.
"Excuse me, what kind of task is this?" the woman asked softly.
"Uh...Uh, it's like this..." Geralt came back to his senses, "This is a murder mission, is to kill someone?"
"Who is the target?" The woman asked with a brilliant glance.
"The target is a fifteen-year-old child, his name is Ron, uh, yes, he has practiced undead magic..." Geralt answered honestly.
"Undead magic?" The woman frowned again, showing a thoughtful expression, "This is the Holy Roman Empire, why don't you go to the Holy See?"
"This, it's not too convenient..." Geralt became hardened at this time, thinking that I was the task publisher, and he paused and said, "You just say you can do it or not, let me say it first. Now, this is a temporary task..."
"How much?" The woman hesitated and asked.
"500 gold coins..." Geralt cut the price by half.
"Too few..." The woman shook her head, "Even if a d-level mission is released, it will cost 1,000 gold coins. Well, let’s do that. I’ll take this task for 1,000 gold coins, but I won’t kill you, I’m only responsible The kid brought back..."
"1000 gold coins..." Geralt thought for a moment and said flatly, "The deal..."
The woman smiled, showing her white teeth, and stretched out a small white hand, "According to the rules of our mercenaries, we need to give half the deposit first, which is 500 gold coins..."
Geralt also knows this rule, but when it comes to giving money, he always hesitates. He asks, "Should I trust you?"
The woman smiled again, "I am a student at the Barovax Academy of the Roland Empire. My name is Char, the silver-winged Pegasus knight Char, a high-level knight. As for whether you trust me or not, you just... …"
Geralt hadn't spoken yet, Kitley beside him shouted, "Father, trust this sister, she is so beautiful, she will definitely not lie to us..."
Kittley's pervert has been revealed.
Chara gave him a look of disgust, and Kitley's lustful eyes made her extremely uncomfortable.
"Okay..." Geralt sighed, "I have also heard of the name of the Barovax Academy of the Roland Empire. You should also be a trustworthy person. This temporary task, I'll leave it to you..."
After speaking, he reached out and took out 500 gold coins from his arms, and at the same time passed the portrait of Ron that had been prepared.