Chronicles of Ryan the Wizard Chapter 62: Lane Mercenary Group (4)

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"Hey, I said old Mike!" The most burly mercenary interrupted Mike with a trace of dissatisfaction: "We all know these."

"Young man, just can't hold his breath!" Old Mike didn't seem to care about the mercenary's actions, but instead took advantage of this gap and took another sip of wine. He wiped his mouth and said disdainfully: "To listen to the story, you have to listen to the full set. If it weren't for such a big bottle of Buffy, you wouldn't be able to hear it if you wanted to!"

"Okay, okay." The mercenary who bought the wine pulled away the burly mercenary. He smiled and said to Mike: "Don't listen to him, you continue, you continue."

"It's almost the same." Old Mike muttered with satisfaction. He drank another sip of Buffy and continued: "This system has just appeared, and it has naturally been welcomed. However, someone soon discovered The loopholes in it."

"What's the loophole?" After listening to a lot of nonsense, the young mercenaries finally heard the most important points, each of them pricked up their ears and stared at old Mike intently.

This kind of effect is what old Mike wants. He has a satisfied look on his face, and he feels satisfied inside. This feeling is not very common. He lowered his voice a little, and said in a low voice: "What level of quest to release, and what level of mercenary group to find. The level of this task is predetermined, but how did the level of the mercenary group come from?"

The young mercenaries looked at each other at a loss. They didn't understand the meaning of the old Mike's words for a while, and even Ryan, who was preoccupied with eavesdropping on the side, did not understand.

Old Mike continued to say in a low voice: "Complete the corresponding task, you can get the corresponding score, the reward of the task, the mercenary guild will draw 5%. When the score accumulates to an order of magnitude, you can be promoted. The level of the corps. The first-level mercenary group can be promoted with only 10 points, and the second-level mercenary group can be promoted to 100 points. Although the more points are added to the back, the task scores of the corresponding level will also increase, which sounds very good. Simple, isn't it?"

The other mercenaries nodded blankly. They had already memorized this rule, not knowing where the loophole was?

"You idiots!" Old Mike completely ignored the loophole that he had spent more than 20 years before discovering, and seemed to teach the young people in front of him to be his biggest hobby: "Why don't you understand? The biggest problem with this rule is that as long as you complete more tasks, you can upgrade. The higher the level, the greater your natural reputation. But the tasks you complete do not necessarily require others to publish them."

Old Mike explained: "Look, we are now a level 2 mercenary group, right? Our mercenary group score is 81 points, which is 19 points short. You can add 5 points to complete a mission to find a lost pet. We only need to make four."

"But, we have no reputation, who would look for us?" a young mercenary asked inexplicably.

Old Mike wanted to slap him fiercely. He broke the secret: "You don’t want someone to pretend to be a businessman to post a task. Do it more secretly, who would know? Anyway, such a task, servant The Bing Guild also collected less than 10 silver coins. How much did the 4 missions cost? When we reached level 3, picking up any cargo delivery missions would cost at least 10 gold coins, and we couldn’t afford it. Is this a little bit of expenditure?"

"Yes!" The burly mercenary slapped his head and said happily: "Why didn't I expect it?"

"Hmph!" Old Mike said disdainfully: "Do you think this is over? As long as you have money, you can release tasks for yourself, so that your mercenary group level will rise rapidly, you even Those staff members can be bribed, so that they can slightly influence their choices when their employers are uncertain. The big deal is that every time they complete such a task, they will be given a 10% return. They can get it from the mercenary guild in one month. How much? There is no risk in this kind of thing, so fools don’t do it. Also, if there are other mercenary groups competing with us, you can post some tasks for them to do, and then secretly find someone to mess with them. If it's smashed, their reputation will naturally become worse. Only you have money. What else can't be done?"

I didn’t care about the young mercenaries who were all overjoyed. Ryan, who was eavesdropping on the side, was very upset. Yes, very down. He didn’t expect that even this kind of thing could be faked by himself. Sending quests to collect points and tricking opponents secretly, these methods are really despicable, Ryan asks himself that he can't do it.

However, Ryan was lost and lost, but he would not do this kind of thing. Ryan made up his own mind and would rather have no business in the mercenary group than to do these nasty things. Ryan firmly believes that as long as he works hard, he only wants to do this kind of thing. With strength, even if a gold coin covered with dust is thrown in the trash, it will be discovered sooner or later.

"No, my master doesn't like it." A loud voice attracted the attention of everyone in the mercenary guild hall. Ryan followed the voice and saw a thin man, loudly facing the person next to him. The staff of the Mercenary Guild were talking, and beside them, there was an embarrassed head of the mercenary regiment. .Mobile viewing

"Okay, sir." The staff member said helplessly, "Your host is a superior nobleman, he is elegant and unique. But, my God, the **** of commerce is on top, you have chosen There are four mercenary groups. Although it is only a small **** mission, you have rejected all mercenary groups that meet this mission level."

"Money is not a problem." The thin man clasped his hands on his back and said proudly: "My master hopes that the mercenary group that escorts him back to the territory must be tasteful. Taste! Understand?" , The thin man curled his lips in disdain.

"What's the matter? Harrisi, after picking it for so long, haven't I found a suitable mercenary to **** me?" A lazy voice came from the door, and everyone's eyes were immediately attracted. A middle-aged man in a tuxedo walked in with small steps. He was wearing a black round top hat, which was exactly the same color as the black tuxedo he was wearing, plus a gray mink draped behind him. The skin cloak made the whole person a little bit decadent.

The middle-aged man’s face always has an elegant look, as if everything in front of him can’t affect his mood, and in his hand he holds a cane about the length of an adult man’s arm. The top is inlaid with a crystal clear sapphire.

Ryan has seen a lot of decorations of this middle-aged man in the imperial capital. It is a costume that can only be worn by nobles with hereditary titles. Ryan carefully looked at the middle-aged man’s chest and saw a piece of clothing. The badge is neat and tidy, with a rose and a dagger on it, and a circle of thorns surrounds the entire pattern. Ryan had never studied family crests, but he had listened to Falasi. He knew the thorns surrounding it, indicating that this represented an ancient family inherited, and it would have a history of at least several hundred years.

Seeing the middle-aged man coming in, the thin man called Harrisy quickly left the people next to him and walked over a few steps. His face was smiling and his eyes were almost narrowed. He humbly said to the middle-aged man, "Noble Viscount, my respected master. You see, the mercenary guild of Freedom Paradise can’t find a mercenary group that suits your taste. It's rude."

"Idiot, you are such an incompetent idiot!" The middle-aged man scolded his subordinate, Harrisi, and said, "Can you not even handle this little thing? It's really useless."

"Ah, my dear master, how can your humble servant be compared with the wise you?" Harrisi heard the master's reprimand, he did not rush to defend anything, but a long list came out of his mouth Words of praise, praise your master desperately. The middle-aged man, known as the Viscount, narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was very helpful to the words of his subordinates.

When a large amount of praise was used on the middle-aged man without hesitation, the man called the viscount had a happy expression on his face, as if he had forgotten the unhappiness he had just reprimanded his servant. Shaking the cane in his hand, Harrisi immediately stopped talking and stood aside respectfully.

The middle-aged man hooked his finger at a mercenary guild worker beside him and motioned for him to come over. Although the latter was dissatisfied with this behavior that did not respect people, he walked over calmly. , Smiled and asked: "How can I help you?"

"I am Viscount Bruno, the hereditary viscount of the imperial emperor!" The middle-aged man introduced himself with a hint of arrogance and a hint of pride: "I have my own territory, and I'm about three days away from here. Distance. I want to hire a mercenary group to **** me back."

"As you wish, dear Mr. Viscount." After saying this, the staff immediately took out a roster and opened it quickly, and he began to find suitable mercenaries for the Viscount in front of him. group. While looking through the roster, this staff member secretly calculated in his heart which mercenary group he would introduce, and he would get the most profits.

"Fire Mercenary Group, what do you think? This is one of the strongest mercenary groups here." The staff member said, thinking to himself: "Of course, I am paid the most. "

Viscount Bruno shook his head and said: "I know this mercenary group, but I don't like it."

"I don't like it? It doesn't matter. How about the land mercenary group? Their defense is the best. They have 2 earth magicians and 3 priests. They can definitely protect your safety!"

"No, I want to return to the territory, but not to fight. What do you want these for?" Viscount Bruno shook his head again and said, "Give it to me, I will choose it myself."