Time always passes quietly and unconsciously. Winter turns to spring in the blink of an eye, and if you don't pay attention, summer comes again quietly.
It was an afternoon as hot as a furnace, and the street was as hot as a red-hot iron plate under the sun's rays. I'm afraid not many people are willing to go out in such a hot weather, but the business of Kordak's Tavern is pretty good, because on Manhattan's idea, Kordak rented a mage apprentice from the Moon Shadow Thieves Guild at a low price. And his task is to throw two ice spells at the wine cellar from time to time to keep the wine cellar cold. This can make the wine in the tavern taste cooler.
So at this time, many mercenaries were willing to come to Kordak to have a drink to cool off on such a hot afternoon.
"After all, the old man has a different background. How can we imagine these ways of enjoying ourselves?" Kordak couldn't help but sigh.
From the looks of it, Manhattan really came to the continent of Lance with the mentality of enjoying his old age. His daily life consists of wandering around early in the morning, taking a nap after lunch, waking up and playing two games of chess with the old man selling antiques next to him, and then leaving without leaving a trace of the poor old man. I went home for dinner with a taste of hidden merit and fame. After dinner, I enjoy the cool air and then go to bed.
Yes, although Manhattan is a top-notch talent in terms of brains, talent, and strength, the old guy seems to be really tired of staying in the Hawke Empire. After he came to Lance Continent, he didn't even bother to take care of the tavern business run by Kordak. He basically just ate, slept, played chess and walked around every day. And the idea of finding a low-level mage to chill the wine cellar was something Lanmir had pestered him about, so he reluctantly came up with it.
However, Kordak has never complained about this, not to mention that Manhattan is now Lanmire's grandfather. Even if Manhattan had nothing to do with Lanmire, Kordak would have nothing to say about giving up his official position in the empire to save his own life.
"If you think about it, living like this is quite pleasant." Kordak thought casually as he looked at the customers in the tavern. Although it is not as busy and fulfilling as before, this ordinary life now makes Kordak unexpectedly Ke felt at ease. Maybe it's because the man is tired.
"Have a pot of emerald ice brew!" Just when Kordak was about to fall asleep while looking at the tavern, a strong man with long bronze hair dressed as a mercenary walked in.
"Hey! Marvel! I haven't seen you for a while!" Kordak immediately became energetic and said with a grin. This Marvel is a guy he knew when he was a mercenary. He is generous and righteous, and he has a good temper for Kordak. Be known to everyone.
Marvel is still working as a mercenary to this day. However, this guy does not have the talent of Kordak, and he is almost thirty years old and is still stuck in the mid-level field. However, his rich experience as a mercenary has also given him a lot of fame in Falling Star City. Of course, he is not as famous as Kordak and Regnar's quarrel with the Mystic Eye.
Now that Marvel knew that Kordak had returned to Falling Star City, he was excited to recruit him to join him as a mercenary. As a result, this guy actually opened a tavern with Vera, another girl he didn't know, and an old man! This made Marvel depressed for a long time, but he was depressed, but Marvel still often visited Kordak's business.
"Hi! Don't mention it. The last mission almost cost me an arm. I went back to rest for more than a month. I was so hungry that I came out to have a drink." Marvel was wearing a sleeveless leather jacket. He pointed to his left arm, where a neat cut could be clearly seen. It seemed that if it were deeper, it would damage the bone.
"Oh? What mission caused our Uncle Marvell to be injured?" Kordak said nonchalantly. He has been a mercenary for a long time, so he knows that it is very common for mercenaries to lose arms and legs. , something like Marvel seems thrilling, but it is actually too common for mercenaries. That's why he wouldn't be surprised by this.
"It's not about the Eye of Secrets yet." Marvell shrugged.
Kordak smiled. Due to the oppression of the Moon Shadow Thieves Guild, the current Secret Eyes were distracted. After all, it was originally the number one guild in the mainland, but now it was completely beaten by a suddenly rising guild. It is natural for members to be dissatisfied.
It is for this reason that some members of Secret Eyes chose to leave the guild. According to the system of the Secret Eyes, there is no reason to defect once you join. So those guys have now become the enemies of the four major forces in Lance Continent. They are hiding in Tibet and being surrounded and suppressed everywhere. And it seems that this time Marvel has encountered a tough problem.
"Have you heard of Blood Knife Adilno?" Marvell asked in a low voice.
"You know, isn't he a high-level warrior? Do you dare to provoke such a guy?" Kordak was stunned for a moment after hearing this. It seems that Adilno was a well-known warrior leader in Eye of the Secret a long time ago. . Because he often uses two red swords as weapons, he is also called the Blood Knife.
Even the current Kordak has no confidence that he can win against that kind of guy, and Marvel is just a mid-level warrior, so how could he think of causing trouble for him
"Naturally I will not touch his troubles, but..." Marvel hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and continued: "I have the support of the Mercenary Alliance behind me now. They were the ones who made a mistake last time. The high-level warrior took us together to get rid of Adilno, and each of us was given three thousand gold coins!"
"So you have found an iron job?" Kordak grinned. It would be a good thing if Marvel could enter the mercenary alliance. At least his life would be more stable in the future, and the dangers of performing missions would be eliminated. Much smaller.
"You can say that." Marvel nodded. He looked at Kordak, and then said directly: "Kordak, I don't like to beat around the bush. With the relationship between the two of us, I think it's okay to talk. It's better to just say it directly. Firstly, I'm here to say hello after not seeing you for a long time. Secondly, I want to get you to join my gang."
"Mercenary Alliance?" Kordak didn't seem particularly surprised by Marvell's words. He also poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip.
"That's right." Marvel nodded. He knew that although Kordak seemed rough, his mind was unusually delicate. He estimated that Kordak had guessed his intentions when he mentioned the Mercenary Alliance.
"I won't go." Kordak shook his head and refused very simply. However, Kordak didn't look angry at Marvel.
"Hey, man." Marvell pressed his body and leaned towards the table. He said seriously: "You should also understand your own abilities. With such a good material like you to open a tavern here, I think even and Even your vengeful eyes of secret magic will think it’s wasted.”
"But I really don't want to get involved in any more disputes." Kordak shrugged and took another sip: "Old man, I'm really tired, so those things... I really don't want to fight anymore. My only wish now is to open a tavern with these two women, flirt with them during the day, and spend time with them at night... uh... that's also... "
"Look at your potential..." Marvel said with disdain, his head full of black lines. Then he asked seriously: "What happened in the Qino continent in the past few years? Where is the boy who has been following you? Is he dead?"
"Fart, that kid's got a tough life! He won't die even if you die!" Kordak's eyes widened.
"..." Marvell was speechless. He decided not to dwell on this topic. He continued: "But Kordak, you have to understand. I was just sent by the Mercenary Alliance for a friendly test. I heard that the top of the Mercenary Alliance It seems that he is very interested in you, and this time he will even use force to get you into his group."
"Why didn't I realize that I was so popular?" Kordak sighed helplessly. What is this? You can't even settle down even if you want to? Isn’t it okay to be a waste even if you want to? Could it be that we have to move to a rural village with Vera Ramir and the others
"You seem to have not realized your own value. Back then, your team caused chaos in the Secret Eyes. It can be said that their decline was almost caused by you. How popular do you think you are?" Marvel said with a sour tone. In a rhetorical tone, he wanted to ask what the hell this was! He joined the mercenary alliance desperately, but the mercenary alliance on the other side invited Kordak desperately, but Kordak refused to go!
"I think there should be more than just the Mercenary Alliance." Marvel continued: "Except for the Mystic Eyes, which has some hatred against you, the other three major forces should all be interested in accepting you. And those smaller guilds I'm afraid I'm also staring at you, man. What I say may not sound right to you, but I can tell you clearly that you won't be able to stay in this state for too long. If you don't find a better backer, you will only be in trouble. It was torn apart in the struggle between these big forces."
"Whether it can be maintained is not up to you, nor is it up to the Mercenary Alliance." A voice sounded behind Marvel. The man was standing not far behind Marvel, with a hint of something in his tone. Very careless.
"Leave as soon as possible, it's Alex." Kordak whispered to Marvell. Although he didn't know what Alex was doing here, he still tried his best not to let Marvell get into trouble. good.
"I know, you should think about it again." Marvel's expression changed when he heard that he was the first executor of the Moon Shadow Thieves Guild. He reminded Kordak again, and then poured the emerald ice brew in the cup. He drank it all in one gulp, turned around and left.
"So, why did you come to see me today?" Kordak asked calmly while cleaning the crystal glass in the sink next to the bar.
"Hand over Vera!" Alex said with a smile.