669 Chapter 669: Entering the Play

Aslan had a look of lovelessness on his face, the name Lacus was fine, he dared to fill it in at the age of eighteen, he had the urge to say something.

"Where's your face?"

Aslan didn't have the guts to say that.

The name is Sarah, the age is thirty-eight years old, a professional knight, and the word "husband and wife" is finally written on the relationship between the two.

Aslan almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Duke Medea said with a sweet smile, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

The female staff gave Aslan and Duke Medea a strange look.

There are many such things as old couples and young wives, no matter what era, but this combination is a bit strange.

The Beast and the Maiden?

"You two have become members of the mercenary union. There are various jobs on the bulletin board on the left. You are welcome to choose by yourself." The counter lady pointed to the bulletin board on the left.

The mercenary union in the main city of Minlisuda was established by the lord of the Minlisuda area. He developed and became a legal and regular organization. It not only earns a lot of money for the Marquis of Minlisuda every year, but also makes mercenaries from all over the world become spies.

It's a pity that his mercenary union can't develop to other provinces at all, because no lord is a fool, let others drive a wedge into his home.

Hearing that he could take over the mercenary job, Duke Medea immediately became interested, tore off a piece of parchment without even looking at it, and walked quickly to the counter:

"I want this job."

With the Duke of Medea leading the team and being supported by an all-around expert like Aslan, the Duke of Medea didn't think there was any task that they couldn't complete here.

The counter lady looked confused when she saw the parchment that was forcefully handed to her eyes, and then said with a wry smile:

"I'm very sorry, this job can only be accepted by silver-level people..."

"I know, that's why I brought it."

Duke Medea's calm and sure tone caused surprise to appear in the eyes of the counter lady.

"Uh, that..."

"I want to take this job."

"Huh? Ah, but even if you ask so, in terms of regulations..."

"Boring regulations. I'm just dissatisfied with having to repeat the easy and useless work before the upgrade test." Duke Medea pressed his hands on the table, his eyes shot a sharp light, and he said that if you don't give it to me, I will beat you An impulse.

"If the work fails, many people will lose their lives because of it.

The firm voice of the counter lady also contained the silent opinion of the majority, the guild evaluation accumulated through the efforts of many mercenaries.

"snort."

The snorting voice of Duke Medea caused hostility on the expressions of the surrounding mercenaries and the counter lady.

This new guy is literally making fun of the rules we've stuck to so far.

Aslan felt that it was natural for them to have such an attitude, but he didn't stop him. This time he came out to find someone, and by the way, he also came out to play and relax.

"Unconvinced, the great knights are at their peak, they can activate the secret technique, and they can display the strength of the knight commander. I will let my husband shoot you all to death." Duke Medea said proudly with his hands on his hips.

Aslan was dumbfounded for a moment, and Duke Medea got more and more involved.

But he didn't stand up, anyway, Duke Medea is happy, at worst, the entire mercenary union will be smashed, and maybe it can alarm those two old friends.

Everyone looked at Aslan with surprised eyes. In the mercenary union, the existence of the knight commander level can already be regarded as a strong one.

A strong person who has reached this level does not need to be a mercenary in the mercenary union at all. The city lord's mansion or the army can provide higher benefits than the mercenary union.

real or fake? The eyes of everyone around turned to the imposing full-body armor on Aslan's body, doubting the authenticity of this statement.

The equipment of mercenaries is directly proportional to the level of ability, the higher the ability, the better the wear. The magic robe worn by Duke Medea is very ordinary, and there is no magic wand in his hand, so it is difficult to judge the equipment.

But the imposing armor on Aslan's body was extremely convincing.

If they knew that the set of armor on Aslan's body was eliminated from the first generation of the Knights of Melo, what would it be like for the infantrymen of the United Army not to wear it?

Noticing the changes in the eyes around him, Duke Medea said unhurriedly: "With our strength, this level of work is simply a piece of cake for us."

Compared with just now, the lady at the counter and the mercenaries around were less surprised, and felt that the eyes of everyone looking at Duke Medea had changed.

"We didn't become mercenaries just to do simple jobs that only cost a few copper coins. I want to challenge higher-level jobs. If you want to see our strength, let you see. So let us take this Working?"

The previous hostility quickly weakened, and an atmosphere of "it's true" and "that's it" appeared on the scene. Because the rough man who valued the strength of mercenaries understood Duke Medea's words.

Aslan finally came to his senses and persuaded these mercenaries with just a few words. It seems that Duke Medea is not a person who completely likes to use magic to solve things.

However, the lady at the counter was different. She still looked firmly and said, "I'm very sorry, because of the regulations, I can't let you take on this job."

The way the counter lady bowed her head in apology made Duke Medea's expression darken instantly.

"It's really shameless."

The electric arc in her hand kept jumping and could explode at any time, which scared the counter lady back again and again, and even knocked over the chair behind her and fell to the ground.

"Then there's nothing I can do. I seem to be too forceful. I'm sorry." Aslan quickly grabbed Duke Medea and said a few words. He had already noticed that someone on the second floor was already watching him.

Mentor-level powerhouses should be the powerhouses arranged by Lord Minglisuda to sit here.

Seeing Aslan apologize, the counter lady quickly stood up regardless of the pain in her leg, and said hastily, "It doesn't matter."

"Then you help me choose the hardest bronze job. Are there any other jobs besides the ones posted on the bulletin board?"

"Ah, yes. I see."

The counter lady got up, and just as Aslan was about to comfort Duke Medea, a man's voice came to her ears: "Then do you want to work for us? After the task is completed, the commission will be shared equally."

Aslan and Duke Medea turned their heads, only to see that it was a group of four mercenaries coming, and the silver medal hanging around their necks was shining.

"Just silver!" Duke Medea muttered.

Aslan originally planned to refuse, but when he saw the other two in the team, his eyes lit up.

"Is the job you're talking about difficult?" Aslan asked with a smile.

"It's difficult for us, but if you add a strong person like you, it should be easy to complete."