Ask and Peggy stayed in the hotel for four days.
I went back to my room to sleep at night and practiced in the underground training ground during the day. During this time, new mercenaries kept coming to challenge me, and they were defeated mercilessly. There was no other way. With the strength of Ask's professional player, it was too easy to deal with these mercenary NPCs who were not even level 1.
During this period of time, Peggy's digestion of the extraordinary qualities of Flesh and Blood I also accelerated greatly. Although she still didn't understand why Ask accepted the challenge of these mercenaries, did Ask have undigested extraordinary qualities in his body that needed to be transformed into physical strength in actual combat
But since Ask didn't say anything, she didn't ask, but just quietly sorted out the combat experience she had learned in the past few days.
That day, Ask went to the blacksmith shop early in the morning and took back the custom-made chain mail. Peggy put on the chain mail with all steel rings and looked around in front of the mirror, feeling that it didn't look good.
"If you think it's ugly, you can put on a dyed cotton armor." Ask said, "Like the one I'm wearing."
"Just put on a black robe." Peggy said there was no need to spend any more money.
"Let's go," Ask said.
Arriving at the underground training ground, many mercenaries were waiting there early in the morning. Screams and groans were heard again on the training ground, and challengers were constantly being knocked out or knocked to the ground. Soon there was no one left standing on the field, and only the onlookers on the sidelines were left looking at each other in bewilderment.
Ask walked up to the female warrior. Not only was this girl the first person to offer a sparring match, but she was also the mercenary who had challenged him most diligently recently. At this moment, she had been knocked to the ground again, groaning heavily while holding her abdomen, and it was obvious that she was unable to stand up.
"I'm curious." Ask said slowly, "I've been a bit heavy-handed in the past few days. For example, the mercenaries who played yesterday were injured, so they didn't play again today. But you're the only one who seems to be fine and can stand up and challenge me every day. Are your injuries okay?"
"It doesn't matter." The female warrior shook her head. "I have a friend who can heal me. She heals my wounds every day."
"Let me guess," Ask said, "Professional treatment? Ordinary doctors don't have the ability to speed up the healing of wounds."
"Military Sister." The female warrior said frankly.
"Very good." Ask squatted down beside her. "I plan to form a team, but currently there are only two of us, her and I. What we lack now is a melee tank, a mage, and a healer. Through observing you for the past few days, I feel that you have great potential for growth and are suitable to be developed into a tank."
"Terrans?" The female warrior was a little confused. "Does it mean defender?"
"An excellent defender must not only know how to ensure her own survival, but also try to protect her companions behind her." Ask said, "Therefore, the defender must have a strong will, a good overall view or learning ability, and a steady and cautious personality. I think you have the potential in this regard."
"So you want to recruit me into your team?" The female warrior understood.
"Not only you," Ask said, "but also your friend. An excellent healer is also an indispensable role in the team. After all, injuries in battle are inevitable. I don't want the kind of emergency doctor who can only perform in the operating room of a hospital with a full range of medical equipment. I want a healer who can complete emergency treatment with limited equipment on a bloody battlefield, in a remote and wild mountain range, or in a dark and deep underground ruin. Such a role can only be found among mercenaries."