Interestingly, this person is not as simple as he appears.
He played the role of a dandy boy so well that she was almost fooled. But if you look closely, you will know that he is not as dandy and lustful as he looks.
A legitimate son of a noble family, if he hadn't been spoiled, he wouldn't be such a fool. I wanted to ask him about the news of the ancient nine-tailed fox, but it seems that I can only do it another day.
She smiled, put her thoughts aside, and looked around again to see if there was anything else that caught her eye.
Du Fan did not go to the market, but asked around and went to the mercenary guild in the city. He thought that if he wanted to find out about the Nine-tailed Fox, only the mercenaries who went to the Green Demon Forest would know something.
When they arrived at the entrance of the mercenary guild, they saw some mercenaries gathered outside. They were sitting or standing in groups of three or five, chatting. When they saw a stranger coming, they all looked at him.
"Sir, this is the Mercenary Guild. You may have come to the wrong place." A burly man said with a smile, drinking from a pot of wine in his hand.
"I'm looking for the Mercenary Guild. I've come to the right place." Du Fan smiled back and walked forward with slow steps, looking like a graceful and elegant gentleman.
The man took another sip of wine, wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said to Du Fan: "Sir, do you want to issue a task? We can take any task, and the price is negotiable."
"No." Du Fan shook his head and stepped into the guild.
When the woman at the counter saw Du Fan, she thought he was here to issue a task, so she stood up and asked with a smile, "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"
"Is your president here?" Du Fan asked, tapping lightly on the counter with one hand while looking around the room.
Hearing this, the woman was startled for a moment and asked, "May I know your name, sir? What do you want to see our president for?"
Du Fan smiled and said, "Give me a piece of paper and a pen."
"yes."
The woman responded, took a pen and paper from the counter and gave it to him, then stood there watching. She saw him glance at her with a smile, and her face flushed. Then she sat down and didn't look at what he was writing.
"Take this paper to your president." Du Fan said, looking at the woman and smiled, "You can't peek. You can only hand it to your president in person."
"Yes." The woman blushed and responded quickly, then took the folded paper and went inside.
Du Fan walked to a chair nearby and sat down. Some people sitting next to him were monks who came to take the test for mercenary qualifications. At this moment, they all looked at Du Fan with curiosity and scrutiny.
Some people think that he is a child of aristocratic family.
Some people think that he is a handsome and noble gentleman.
Some people also think that this is a person who has been in a high position for a long time.
Some people even think that this is just a pretty boy...
Inside, the woman at the counter went in with the folded note, but was stopped by a manager before she met the president.