Chapter 823 - 509: Are You Selling Your Ring?
Chapter 823 -509: Are You Selling Your Ring?
The autumn cold wind had already arrived from the north to the Gordon Kingdom. The sky was a clear blue, and looking westward from Cui Feng City, golden waves of wheat gently undulated under the blowing autumn wind.
The farmers were bowed in the fields, laboring hard. Although this year had yielded a bumper harvest, their faces showed no sign of joy; instead, they often looked up towards the continuous hills of Ely Hills to the east.
No one knew when the enemies from the Archibald Kingdom and the Paluo Federation would come here. The nobles and knights of the territory were all following Prince Gerard to resist the invasion.
When would this war end?
For over half a year, the ordinary people of the adjacent regions have been worried about the war spreading to their homelands.
Even the autumn harvest festival to thank the Earth Mother God had no one in the mood to prepare.
Cui Feng City, Mercenary Guild,
The first floor of the Mercenary Guild was generally the guild hall, where mercenaries chose and received commission tasks. They also exchanged information here.
Thus, the layout of most first floors of Mercenary Guilds was like a tavern, where mercenaries liked to gather, drink, chat, and relax from the tension built up during tasks.
The red tongues of flame in the hall’s fireplace continuously licked the already charred walls, dispelling some of the chill in the room and keeping the drunken mercenaries from catching cold as they started undressing and dancing.
In a corner of the hall, Lis sat quietly.
On the table in front of him was Gordon Kingdom’s most famous Black Rye Wine. The golden liquid flowing in the crystal wine glass was as alluring as molten gold.
This top-grade Black Rye Wine cost a hundred gold coins per bottle, an extravagance mercenaries couldn’t afford.
Lis sat alone, enjoying the wine while the mercenaries consciously kept their distance, leaving a large empty circle of tables and chairs around him.
Even mercenaries sitting elsewhere lowered their voices. The presence of the young man brought an invisible pressure upon them.
Lis didn’t mind these things; he wasn’t here to pass the time but to wait for players to come and join the White Dove Mercenary Corps.
As for commissioning and accepting tasks, those could be done directly through the players’ system panels.
Moreover, Lis didn’t feel bored sitting here.
What could be more joyful than watching the experience points on his system panel increase continuously?
In just a short while, the experience points provided by the players he recruited had reached enough for Lis to level up.
That’s billions of experience points, easily in hand!
Though it was also related to the fact that this ‘field of leeks’ was wild and had never been harvested before. The experience points they consumed in the skill store were the most substantial.
But Lis wasn’t worried; as the players’ strength grew, they would gain experience faster.
Lis would harvest the leeks at a faster rate, just like the players in Danerluo Port.
While Lis was happily savoring the wine and Gordon Kingdom’s local snacks, a guild manager walked up to Lis respectfully and said:
“Mr. Lis, sorry to disturb you.”
“If you don’t mind, President Jim requests your presence, as he seems to have something to discuss with you.”
“The President wants to see me?”
Lis shook the wine glass in his hand, looked at the golden wine shimmering in the light, and said with some curiosity.
He had previously spoken with the Mercenary Guild’s president and had already reached a cooperative agreement with the guild.
But since the agreement was made, what else would the president need him for?
“Alright, lead the way!”
Lis downed his glass of Black Rye Wine and stood up, speaking to the still-bowed manager.
“Yes!”
The middle-aged manager quickly stood up and led Lis upstairs.
Knock knock～
“Please come in.”
The sound of the door opening was heard as the guild’s manager led Lis into a room at the corner of the second floor.
The decoration here was worlds apart from the guild hall below, luxurious yet understated and deep.
The elderly man sitting on the sofa saw Lis, stood up hurriedly, and said with a smile:
“Mr. Lis, sorry to disturb you. Please have a seat.”
Lis didn’t mind and sat down casually.
The manager saw this, exited the room lightly, and gently closed the door, then stood guard at the door to prevent anyone from approaching.
“So, what’s the matter?”
Lis looked at the president of the Mercenary Guild in front of him. Perhaps because of the approaching war, the originally elderly man seemed even more haggard, with deep-set, dark eyes.
“Lord Lis, it’s about this matter.”
Jim’s face showed a bitter smile as he spoke to the youth in front of him.
If possible, he wouldn’t want to seek help from the youth before him.
But now the lord of Cui Feng City had already followed Prince Gerard to the front line to resist the invasion, leaving the issues in the city really troublesome for him.
The young man had given him quite a ‘little shock’ when he first came looking for cooperation.
The Earth Church had already been investigating this matter for a long time but still had no results.
The longer the time dragged on, the harder it would be to cover it up, and its potential impact grew bigger.
In such circumstances, it was crucial for Cui Feng City, being the logistics base for the Gordon front-line army, to avoid any chaos.