Chapter 832 Section 63 Recruiting

Chapter 832 Section 63. Recruiting

Dawn Tavern.

Dawn Tavern, which is usually crowded during the day, now has a few guests sitting sparsely. Most people went to the recruitment office to watch the excitement.

Square, garden, wizard tower, port, mercenary hall, arena...

The densely populated places in the city are showing Annan's recruitment advertisement at the same time. It is even said that not only Free City, but all towns with theaters and commercial streets are showing this magical video-

At this time, two mercenaries who have just arrived in Free City are sitting in the tavern, tasting the local specialty "Happy Wine": a kind of wine that is as spicy as strong liquor, but even people who get drunk easily can drink a glass.

The evaluation of drunkards is therefore polarized. Some people think that wine that does not make you drunk is worthy of being called wine? Some people think that happy wine smells like wine and tastes like wine, so it is wine.

"Have you seen the recruitment advertisement?" The person on the left asked his companion.

"I saw it, but I didn't expect that there was a real fight in the north... You don't want to go, do you?" The person on the right asked him.

"How is it possible? Who does that guy named Annan think he is? He wants people to die just by talking?"

"You're right." A voice echoed from the corner.

The two mercenaries looked over cautiously, but couldn't see who was talking... Was the corner of the tavern so dark a few days ago?

"Those nobles are just trying to find ways to send people to die."

The voice was as warm as the sun with a northern accent, and the two mercenaries remained silent cautiously.

They accepted commissions all day long, and they often encountered bastards who deliberately fished for them. For example, they could sleep with a half-blood elf for two silver coins, but when they paid the money and entered the room, there was only a hairy ratman. Another example is that the gang leader deliberately let his lover seduce the stupid son of the noble family, and then threatened the noble to pay in the name of rape.

In the end, the voice still said: "The poor go to the front to die, and the rich hide in the back, seize the property of the poor, and do business with the enemy... Kill all the nobles in this world. There are innocent people, but if you kill every other one, there will definitely be fish that slip through the net."

"I think you are a bit extreme..." The mercenary on the right was fidgeting, worried that this topic would get him into trouble.

"You are right!" His companion suddenly shouted, attracting a lot of attention, "Those nobles are getting richer and richer, and every gold nar of theirs is stained with the souls of the innocent dead!"

"And those who signed up are all damn idiots!"

He is obviously a man with a story.

"You are wrong... they are noble." The voice said, "We should not laugh at those who sacrificed for us. No matter what their purpose was... they did protect us, so if you want to scold, just scold the nobles."

"You are right, toast to those stupid good people." After a moment of silence, the man on the left raised his glass and gestured, "I will buy your drink. By the way, I don't know who you are?"

"I am Annan."

Whether the two mercenaries were drunk or not, they were more than half sober at this time. They grabbed a handful of money and threw it on the table and left the tavern in a cold sweat.

Wood came over with an oil lamp, "They won't come again." He complained and took the money on the table.

The two mercenaries were so scared that they gave several more silver coins.

Three silhouettes emerged in the corner illuminated by the oil lamp: Annan, Olmedo, and Francois.

"Aren't you going to arrest them?" Francois asked.

"What's the crime? Repeating what we did?"

Everyone knows that the north is now a meat grinder...grinding ratmen and humans.

"But someone has to do it..." Annan picked up the untouched lemonade, raised it up and put it back, "If they die, more people may not have to die."

Francois complained: "You said you had a mission for me, so I came here. Now you're talking about this kind of thing...the wine has no taste..."

"Then get to work. As agreed, I'll send you to the Stewart family for help, and I'll go to the tribe of Ilimoyas. Olmedo will manage the conscription."

They left the tavern, and Lily jumped from the eaves into Annan's arms. He handed her to Olmedo, and they came to the crystal nest and took out a gold coin to tempt the three little ones: "I'll give you gold coins, and you take me to the blue dragon tribe, okay?"

The three little ones coveted the gold coins, but shook their heads firmly.

Annan began to increase the bet, three, nine, thirty... When it reached 100 gold coins, their saliva was about to flow, but they still shook their heads firmly.

"I'm just a human, what are you worried about?" Annan realized that the problem might not be with them, but that there should be certain rules, "You can crush me to death."

The three little ones looked at each other and suddenly pounced on them.

Olmedo walked into the crystal nest and waved to the three skeletons who were cleaning: "I'm looking for Annan, is he gone?"

"Kala cla cla cla——" A skeleton pointed to the residence of the three little ones deep in the nest.

"Thank you."

Olmedo thanked him and saw Annan being pressed by three young dragons as soon as he came in.

The three little ones quickly got up, and Olmedo teased: "Is this the necessary way to get to the Blue Dragon Tribe?"

"I said they could crush me to death, but they didn't believe it..." Feeling ashamed, Annan got up. Fortunately, there were no outsiders here: "Didn't we just separate? What do you want from me?"

"I got the conscription list... You should take a look."

"It's been less than half a day, what's there to see..."

Annan muttered the result list, glanced at it, and suddenly couldn't hide his excitement and hugged the stunned Olmedo.

"We have hope!"

…

Cough cough cough cough——

The sound of coughing echoed over Hell Mountain, torn apart by the mountain wind.

More and more soldiers are coughing, and some are starting to develop fevers. No matter how stupid they are, they should know that something is wrong.

Belial realized that this was the plague, something as terrifying as a rat tide.

In areas without churches, the plague is like a tarsal maggot that cannot be eradicated.

"Hurry up and ask your city lord to open the door and get rid of the plague!"

"It's not time yet, Lord Annan has made an appointment with us to open the portal every twelve hours."

Femi pursed her lips. He had no symptoms yet, and all the centurions were fine, but almost one-fifth of the ordinary soldiers had various symptoms.

"Twelve hours...should be fine."

A professional warrior as strong as an ox wouldn't be able to last five days, but twelve hours... he should be fine.

Because too many people fell, Femi had to ask the mages to stand up and perform purification.

Then, another piece of bad news came: the rat tide was back.

Belial lay on the front line observing the squirming rat tide at the foot of the mountain for a few minutes, then suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"good news?"

"So... they are still a mixed group of rats. Either the rat tribe regards us as hard bones and is ready to kill us bit by bit, or it doesn't care about us and just let other rats deal with it."