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Chapter 1037 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (24)

The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (Twenty-Four)

I really want to sleep with the little prince, but unfortunately this body cannot be exposed.

The huge dragon circled in the sky, then quickly transformed into a human form and landed in front of a small town.

Lance waited outside the town for a while and soon caught a lone passerby.

"I'm sorry, but I'll give you this gold coin as compensation and let you borrow my face for a while."

After imitating the height and appearance of this passerby named Pierre by 70% to 80%, Lance soon arrived at a place - the mercenary hall of this city.

"I want to register as a mercenary."

Lance deliberately used a slightly excited voice, which indeed attracted some people's attention.

But these eyes fell on him and circled around, and soon they all looked away with contempt.

A rubbish little mercenary with a strength of E level at most is not worthy of their attention.

Lance was very satisfied with the result, and quickly followed the procedure to get his mercenary badge - an F-level mercenary badge.

F-level mercenaries are the lowest level among mercenaries. Mercenaries at this level basically cannot get any good missions. Most mercenary missions have level requirements. Some only require the mercenary level, but some also have requirements for the strength of the mercenary itself.

But Lance didn't care about these at all. He searched the task panel in the hall for a while and soon found a task he wanted.

D-level escort mission:

The Nova Chamber of Commerce requires two hundred mercenaries for escort, consisting of two A-level mercenaries (magicians receive double pay), twenty-five B-level mercenaries (magicians receive double pay), and one hundred and seventy-three mercenaries below D-level (no level limit).

Lance took just a quick glance and immediately took on the task.

As for the mission reward, he didn't even look at it. He still had some impression of the Nova Chamber of Commerce. This chamber of commerce was one of the best chambers of commerce on this continent. It was very rich and should be able to pay the reward.

"You're lucky. Here's your mission certificate. The Nova Chamber of Commerce will meet at 6:00 PM tomorrow. Please don't miss it."

Lance took the voucher, his tone excited.

"Oh, of course. I'll be on time!"

He turned around and left excitedly, the gazes behind him full of pity and indifference.

Another novice mercenary is probably full of expectations for the life of a mercenary, but after actually doing a few missions, he will probably understand that this world is not friendly to low-level mercenaries at all.

After finding a place to stay next to the tavern, Lance went in at night to try to find out some information.

Unfortunately, the town he chose was obviously not prosperous. What people talked about most was the escort mission of the Nova Chamber of Commerce. Many E-level and D-level mercenaries boasted about their mission certificates, as if it was a great honor.

Lance noticed that from time to time in the darkness, a few greedy eyes with malice fell on the boasting mercenaries, and he glanced at them casually and then looked away.

It seemed that they were just a few ordinary mercenaries who had bad intentions because they failed to get the mission. He bought some rye bread as dry food for the journey, quickly put down a few dozen copper coins and left quietly.

After packing some luggage and carrying it on his back, Lance arrived at the meeting place on time in the evening of the next day.

The place was bustling with people, but the hundreds of people were clearly divided into two groups.

A group of people seemed to be busy but in an orderly manner. Behind the crowd were carriages. In each carriage, there was a swordsman sitting in addition to the coachman. The carriage in the front looked extremely gorgeous. Lance could vaguely sense a trace of magical fluctuations from inside the carriage.

Obviously, the Nova Chamber of Commerce itself sent a magician to be responsible for the safety of the caravan, and he is a senior magician.

He only observed for a moment before looking away. Mercenaries were coming.

A man who was probably from the Nova Chamber of Commerce loudly called the mercenaries together. After quickly confirming their identities one by one, the A-level and B-level mercenaries were respectfully taken away by another person.

Lance took a look and saw that the group of people got on different carriages. Obviously, although it was an escort mission, the Nova Chamber of Commerce also gave them good treatment.

As for him, an E-level mercenary, like other mercenaries, most of them were assigned to the front of the caravan, and only a small part stayed behind.

"We were lucky not to be assigned to the front. Those people were simply scapegoats for the Nova Chamber of Commerce."

Lance turned around and saw a red-faced and bearded man standing behind him. He was wearing a blue shirt, gray pants, a black robe, and a D-level mercenary badge on his chest. He was obviously a veteran mercenary.

"You mean, those low-level mercenaries at the front were all used to explore the way?"

The mercenaries were bustling in front of the carriage, forming a sharp contrast with the scattered mercenaries behind it. This made it seem that the scapegoat that Red Beard mentioned was indeed true.

The red beard pursed his lips and his red nose wrinkled as if he thought of something disgusting.

"What else? Didn't you see who was in those carriages up front? The Nova Chamber of Commerce isn't some low-class commerce company. They have plenty of money."

Although Lance didn't understand the guy's intention in talking to him, he still asked.

"You mean, they deliberately spent money to hire mercenaries and people like us?"

"Don't act like we're that important. We low-level mercenaries are nothing more than stray dogs willing to sacrifice our lives for a few coins."

After Redbeard finished his sarcasm, he took out a silver wine flask and took a sip of wine. "Ha, this is what you need when you go on a mission. I didn't say anything about the Nova Chamber of Commerce just now. I just said that the two of us are quite lucky. Don't get me wrong."

The smell of alcohol drifted over with the cold wind. Lance took a sniff and found it was fine wheat wine. This red-bearded man seemed to be living a pretty good life.

Lance casually took out a piece of rye bread and handed it over. Red Beard looked at him in surprise. Not knowing what he was thinking about, he took it and took a big bite.

"By the god of light, these people who make rye bread are even more hateful than... poor old Fili's teeth will eventually be nailed to these damned black breads that are harder than stone."

Lance's expression agreed with this.

After eating the latest butter bread, he indeed found the rye bread difficult to swallow.

However, his current body is not very convenient, otherwise he would have prepared something delicious for Song Ning.

As for how he knows how to cook, let the inherited memory take the blame for it.

"Okay, now get ready to go!"

A sound came from the front of the team, and various whipping sounds came from the carriages. Lance mixed in with the mercenary group at the end of the team and slowly moved forward.