"Hey, I'm talking about old Mike." The burliest mercenary interrupted Mike with a hint of dissatisfaction: "We all know this."
"Young man, you just can't keep your composure." Old Mike didn't seem to care about the mercenary's actions. Instead, he took advantage of this opportunity and took another sip of wine. He wiped his mouth and said disdainfully: "Just listen to the story. Listen to the whole set, if it weren’t for this huge 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 said to Mike with a smile on his face: "Don't listen to him, you continue, you continue."
"That's more or less the same." Old Mike muttered with satisfaction. He took another sip of Buffy and continued: "When this system first appeared, it was naturally welcomed. However, some people soon discovered the ins and outs of it. Loopholes.”
"What kind of loophole?" After listening to a lot of nonsense, the young mercenaries finally heard the most important point. Each of them pricked up their ears and stared at Old Mike attentively.
What Old Mike wanted was this effect. He had a look of satisfaction on his face and felt contented in his heart. This feeling was not common. He lowered his voice a little and said in a low voice: "What level of task should you issue? Find what level of task?" Mercenary group, the level of this mission has been determined in advance, but how did the level of the mercenary group come about?"
The young mercenaries looked at each other with confused faces. They didn't understand the meaning of Old Mike's words for a while. Even Ryan, who was listening intently on the side, didn't understand either.
Old Mike continued to whisper: "Complete the corresponding tasks, you can get the corresponding points. The mercenary guild will take 5% of the task rewards. When the points accumulate to an order of magnitude, you can be promoted to the mercenary group. Levels are established. A level 1 mercenary group only needs 10 points to be promoted, while a level 2 mercenary group needs 100 points. Although the points are higher as you go to the next level, the mission points of the corresponding level also increase. It sounds very simple, right? .”
The other mercenaries nodded blankly. They had already memorized this rule by heart and had no idea where the loophole was.
"You idiots." Old Mike completely ignored the loophole that took him more than 20 years to discover. It seemed that teaching the young people in front of him was his biggest hobby: "Why don't you understand this rule? The biggest problem is that you can upgrade as long as you complete more tasks. The higher the level, the greater your reputation will naturally be, but the tasks you complete do not necessarily have to be released by others."
Old Mike explained: "Look, we are now a level 2 mercenary group. Our mercenary group's score is 81 points, which is still 19 points short. Completing a task of finding a lost pet can add 5 points. We just need to go Make 4.”
"But we don't have much reputation, so who would look for us?" A young mercenary said in confusion.
Old Mike was so angry that he wanted to give him a slap in the face, but he revealed the secret in one sentence: "Why don't you find someone to pretend to be a businessman to issue a task? Do it secretly, who would know, anyway, such a task, the mercenary guild will also The cost of extracting less than 10 silver coins is how much it costs for 4 tasks. When we reach level 3, any task of transporting goods will earn at least ten gold coins. We cannot afford this small amount of expenditure. Well."
"That's right." The burly mercenary slapped his head and said happily, "Why didn't I think of that?"
"Hmph." Old Mike said disdainfully: "Do you think this is over? As long as you have money, you can issue tasks to yourself. In this way, the level of your mercenary group will rise rapidly. You can even bribe those Staff, let them influence their employer's choices a little when they are hesitant. At the worst, give them a 10% return for every such task they complete. How much money can they get from the mercenary guild in a month? There is no risk in this kind of thing, and only fools would not do it. Also, if there are other mercenary groups competing with us, you can issue some tasks for them to do, and then secretly find someone to make trouble for them. If the task is messed up, Their reputation has naturally deteriorated, and there is nothing else you can’t do if you have money.”
Ignoring those young mercenaries, they were all ecstatic. Ryan, who was eavesdropping on the side, felt very disappointed. Yes, he felt very disappointed. He didn't expect that he could even fake such a thing and send himself a task. Raising points, secretly setting traps and deceiving opponents, these methods are really despicable. Ryan asked himself whether he could do it.
However, Ryan was disappointed, but he would not do such a thing. Ryan himself made up his mind that he would rather have no business in the mercenary group than do such dirty things. Ryan firmly believed that as long as he worked hard and had the strength, Even if a gold coin covered with dust is thrown into the trash, sooner or later someone will find it.
"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 shouting at the mercenary guild next to him. The staff were talking, and next to them was the leader of the mercenary group who looked embarrassed.
"Okay, sir." The staff member said helplessly: "Your master is a high-ranking nobleman. He has elegant taste and is unique. But, my God, God of Commerce, you have already selected four companies." A mercenary group, although it is just a small escort mission, but now all the mercenary groups that meet this mission level have been rejected by you."
"Money is not a problem." The thin man said arrogantly with his hands behind his back: "My master hopes that the mercenary group that escorts him back to the territory must have taste, taste, understand." At this point, the thin man The man curled his lips disdainfully,
"What's the matter, Harry Xi? After choosing for so long, you still haven't found a suitable mercenary to escort me." A lazy voice came from the door, and everyone's eyes were immediately attracted. Only a man wearing a A middle-aged man in a tuxedo walked in with small steps. He wore a round black top hat on his head, which was exactly the same color as the black tuxedo he was wearing. He also wore a gray mink cloak behind him. , the whole person looked a little decadent,
The middle-aged man always has an elegant expression on his face, as if nothing in front of him can affect his mood. In his hand, he holds a cane about the length of an adult man's arm. The top of the cane is inlaid with A crystal clear sapphire,
Ryan had seen a lot of this middle-aged man's decorations in the imperial capital. They were the attire that could only be worn by nobles with hereditary titles. Ryan looked carefully at the middle-aged man's chest, and sure enough he saw a piece of clothing that was neatly worn. Qi's emblem. There is a rose and a dagger on the emblem. There is also a circle of thorns around the whole pattern. Ryan has never studied family emblems, but he has heard some stories from Farasi and knows that this is surrounded by thorns. The thorns represent an ancient family with a history of at least several hundred years.
Seeing the middle-aged man walking in, the thin man named Harisi quickly left the people around him and walked over in a few steps. He had a charming smile on his face and his eyes almost narrowed into a straight line. , humbly said to the middle-aged man: "Noble Viscount, my respected master, you see, the mercenary guild of Free Paradise can't find a mercenary group that suits your taste. This is simply too rude. .”
"Idiot, you are such an incompetent idiot." The middle-aged man reprimanded his subordinate Harry Xi and said, "You can't even handle this little thing? It's really useless."
"Ah, my dear master, how can your humble slave compare with your wisdom?" Harrysi heard the master's reprimand. He did not rush to defend anything, but a long list of words of praise came out of his mouth. , desperately praising his master, the middle-aged man known as the Viscount, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he was very impressed by his subordinate's words,
When a large number of words of praise were used without hesitation on the middle-aged man, a look of joy appeared on the face of the man known as the Viscount. He seemed to have forgotten the unhappiness of reprimanding his servant just now, and he waved his hand. Harryxi immediately stopped talking and stood aside respectfully.
The middle-aged man pointed at a mercenary guild staff member next to him and motioned for him to come over. Although the latter was dissatisfied with this disrespectful move, he still walked over calmly with a smile on his face. He asked with a smile: "Is there anything I can do to help you?"
"I am Viscount Bruno, a hereditary viscount granted by the Emperor of the Empire." The middle-aged man introduced himself with a hint of arrogance and pride: "I have my own territory, which is about three days away from here. I need to hire a mercenary group to escort me back."
"As you wish, distinguished Mr. Viscount." After saying this, the staff immediately took out a roster and quickly opened it. He began to look for a suitable mercenary group for the Viscount in front of him. This While the staff was looking at the roster, they were secretly calculating in their hearts which mercenary group they would introduce to them so that they could gain the most benefits.
"Fire Mercenary Group, what do you think? This is one of the strongest mercenary groups here." The staff said while thinking to themselves: "Of course, I will be paid the most."
Viscount Bruno shook his head and said, "I know this mercenary group, but I don't like it."
"If you don't like it, it doesn't matter. How about the Earth 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 go back to the territory, not to fight. Why do I need this?" Viscount Bruno shook his head again and said: "Give it to me, I will choose it myself."