Although Monica had an expression of "I'll think about it again", she also conducted a very severe assessment on this young mercenary team, which made the young people in this team lose confidence.
But in the end, Monica agreed to recruit them: "Although you are not capable and experienced, and you don't cooperate enough, but I can see that you are very enthusiastic, which I like better. If you want, we will Sign the contract."
This seven-person young mercenary team broke out into carnival cries.
The fledgling mercenary team has two directions to go.
One is to head directly to the mercenary union to pick up the task. Even if they were inexperienced, they charged forward bravely. After being beaten to death, either the mercenary team was disbanded, or after a large number of people were replaced, the mercenary team evolved into a mercenary group. This method has a somewhat low survival rate.
The second method has a much higher survival rate, that is to find a big man, hold his thigh, and join him. Eating a fixed salary, he slowly honed his skills, learned about the affairs of the mercenary world, and ascertained information from the outside world. Occasionally complete the tasks assigned by the big shots, and you can also take some simple tasks to train the team members in your free time. After a few years like this, a mature mercenary team will be formed.
However, in general, big shots cultivate their own team, know the basics, and both parties have a relatively high degree of trust and loyalty, and rarely recruit people directly from the outside.
Therefore, although the mercenaries all prefer the second route, it is a pity that only about 1% of the mercenary squad can find a suitable, long-term cooperative employer, and most of the mercenary squads sign short-term contracts.
And it was still the kind of contract that was treated as cannon fodder.
The members of the mercenary team began to busy themselves with signing contracts. Now that there is a master, it is natural to be diligent. The other thing is that they want to make a good impression on Monica.
A very beautiful and young hostess, who is also the archbishop... If she is blind and takes a fancy to herself, wouldn't it be a profit? It can save decades of struggle.
With a few diligent and active young men running errands, the signing of the contract was completed in less than a few minutes.
Putting the contract away, Monica pointed to Beta and said: "This is your second person in charge. If there is any emergency when I am not present, his words are equivalent to mine, understand
The seven young men looked at Beta with slight hostility in their eyes. This is not the kind of hostility with bad intentions, but the hostility of innocent young people seeing a 'rival in love'.
Beta has seen this kind of gaze a lot.
A large number of young pastors under him, although most of them admired him, would often show this look.
Who told him to take Shirley, Emma, Judy and other top beauties away.
Man itself is a rather contradictory creature, and it is not surprising that there is admiration and hostility towards a certain person at the same time.
In this way, the instinctive hostility caused by admiration for women is not a big thing, as long as it can be controlled, it is normal.
After recruiting her new small team, Monica took them to the church in the northwest to carry out the handover of positions.
The holy city of the God of Life Sect is very large, and the area in the northwest suburbs is roughly equivalent to a small city with a population of nearly 600,000.
When Monica appeared at the door of the church, the two temple guards guarding there looked at her with rather unfriendly eyes.
They knew who was coming, but they did so because they knew.
No matter which religion is the rule, a temple controls the activities of all the believers around it, receives their 'donations', and their beliefs.
The handover of positions means that they can no longer stay here. Although they are guards, as long as they rely on the temple, they can also get good benefits, and they can scrape a lot of oil and water from the believers.
And with their departure, all this will become a thing of the past, the good days will be gone, and they may even face the risk of 'unemployment'.
Still the same sentence, cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents. It is strange that these guards can give Monica a good look.
Entering the temple, I saw an old archbishop arranging his salute.
Hearing footsteps behind him, the old man turned around and looked Monica up and down for a while.
And Monica is also looking at him.
The old man was very old, his eyelids almost covered his pupils. According to the common sense that professionals can live a long time, Monica estimated that he should be at least over a hundred years old, but the vitality in the opponent's body is still very strong, stronger than that of ordinary young people.
"Are you the new archbishop, and the only female archbishop?" The old man's voice was quite indifferent, and there was even a trace of unhappiness in it: "You better be careful yourself."
Monica was a little annoyed when she heard the nonsensical words: "Archbishop Rafisil, what do you mean?"
"literal meaning."
There was a smile on the corner of the old man's mouth, then he waved his hand, took a few of his subordinates, and asked them to carry the salute and leave.
Monica watched Raffisle leave with narrowed eyes, and stood still for a while, not knowing what she was thinking.
Not long after, Harriman, the captain of the Hotel California team, walked in from the outside. He said to Monica, "Master, that old man took all the guards away."
"It's normal." Monica looked at the empty church with a smile on his face: "Go and see what is left of this church, and make a list for me."
The team immediately moved into action, scurrying around in the huge church.
At this time, Monica asked Beta: "Why do you have to recruit these young people? They are not strong and have poor connections. It is difficult to support this church."
"But it's better than the so-called 'veterans' you recruited." Beta explained: "Those veterans don't know what their thoughts are, and they don't know if they are people from other forces. The composition is very complicated. As a new leader Archbishop, your background is too poor, if you act recklessly, you will only be taken advantage of by others. You are living under someone else's fence now, not in the palace a few years ago."
"Yeah, it's quite different." Monica smiled wryly: "I was a princess at that time, the Queen of Shadows. Now I'm just a powerless archbishop. And I'm also a weak beauty."
Beautiful women are real, but not necessarily weak.
Although Monica is by her side now, she behaves harmlessly. But if someone really offends her, that person will definitely die a miserable death in a place where Beta can't see.
Thinking of this, Beta remembered that the three mercenaries before had disappeared.
Beta didn't know where they disappeared to.
Looking around, Beta felt that he had nothing to do, so he said, "You can deal with this church by yourself, I'll go for a walk."
"What are you going to do?" Monica stared.
These words had the air of a wife asking her husband if he was going out to fool around. Beta rolled her eyes helplessly: "It seems that you don't need to agree, I just mentioned it to you."
Oh!
Monica hooked her smooth chin with her little finger, also looking very embarrassed.
Beta turned around, waved to her, and walked out of the church.
It was afternoon, and the traffic flow on the streets in the Northwest District was obviously not as good as that in the city center. And compared to several other areas of the holy city, there seems to be a gap.
Walk casually on the street and eat some snacks occasionally. Towards evening, he had seen four fights in the street, and a weapon used once.
Beta has been just watching, no one is helping.
Because in these four fights, it is impossible to tell which side is good and which side is bad. Both sides seem to be vicious, and most of them are black forces fighting each other.
In the evening, Beta made a move.
A woman with ordinary appearance screamed and was dragged into the alley by two big men. There are many pedestrians around, but everyone pretends not to see them, and instead speeds up to leave.
Beta followed them into the alley and watched quietly.
The two women in front of the big man pressed against the wall, and when they were about to make a move, they saw Beta and said very unhappy: "Stinky boy, get out."
Seeing Beta, the woman struggled hard and shouted for help.
Beta followed closely and looked at them.
The two big men looked at Beta's attire and the long sword at his waist, feeling a little apprehensive. One of them said: "Boy, don't come here to seek death. We are members of the Black Fox Gang. We are in charge of the western suburbs."
"Black Fox Gang? Is it powerful?" Beta asked curiously, "Your leader must be very vicious."
"Of course." One of them said, "Our boss just chopped up a family of sixteen a few days ago and threw them on the pig farm as fodder. Every month there are always a dozen or so who are not afraid of death. The feces of adult pigs make those pigs white and tender. They can be slaughtered in less than half a year."
Beta snorted.
"Boy, get out of here before we get angry."
Beta nodded slightly: "Well, very good. The first object of Liwei has been found. So sometimes a woman's luck is very good, and she can find the chess piece that opens the situation for her if she walks around casually."
Hearing this, the big man holding the woman felt something was wrong, and asked sternly, "Boy, what do you mean?"
Beta didn't speak, and the sword flashed. Two large heads fell to the ground.
The woman ran out of the alley screaming.
Beta then went to the tavern and came out in about half an hour. Two silver coins asked about the situation of the Black Fox Gang. It is not necessary to use the power of the Mercenary Union or the Assassin Union to snoop on such a small black force.
Moreover, the fees of these two trade unions are also very expensive.
Beta is not short of money, but frugality is still a good habit.
Back in the church in the West End, Monica looked at him with dissatisfaction: "We are here to clean the church hard, but you are better off playing outside until dark."
Beta squinted at her: "Why do I feel like you are like my mother?"