Chronicles of Ryan the Wizard

"Hey, I said old Mike!" The most burly mercenary interrupted Mike with a trace of dissatisfaction: "We all know these."

"Young man, just can't hold his breath!" Old Mike didn't seem to care about the mercenary's actions, but instead took advantage of this gap and took another sip of wine.He wiped his mouth and said disdainfully: "To listen to the story, you have to listen to the full set. If it weren't for such a big bottle of Buffy, you wouldn't be able to hear it!"

"Okay, okay." The mercenary who bought the wine pulled away the burly mercenary. He smiled and said to Mike: "Don't listen to him, you continue, you continue."

"It's pretty much the same." Old Mike muttered with satisfaction. He drank another sip of Buffy and continued: "This system has just appeared, and it has naturally been welcomed. However, someone soon discovered it. Loopholes."

"What's the loophole?" After listening to a lot of nonsense, the young mercenaries finally heard the most important point, each of them pricked up their ears, and focused on old Mike.

What old Mike wanted was this kind of effect. He had a satisfied look on his face, and he felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart. This feeling was unusual.He lowered his voice a little, and said in a low voice: "What level of quest to release, and what level of mercenary group to find. The level of this task is predetermined, but how did the level of mercenary group come from?"

The young mercenaries looked at each other at a loss. They didn't understand the meaning of old Mike's words for a while, and even Ryan, who was listening intently on the side, did not understand.

Old Mike continued to whisper: "Complete the corresponding task, you can get the corresponding score, the reward of the task, the mercenary guild will draw 5%. When the score accumulates to an order of magnitude, you can be promoted to the mercenary group. Level. The first level mercenary group can be promoted with only 10 points, and the second level requires 100 points. Although the more points you get behind, the task scores of the corresponding level will also increase. It sounds simple, right? ?"

The other mercenaries nodded blankly. They had memorized this rule a long time ago, not knowing where the loophole was?

"You idiots!" Old Mike completely ignored the loophole that he had spent more than 20 years before discovering. He seemed to teach the young people in front of him as his biggest hobby: "Why don't you understand this rule? The biggest problem is that as long as you complete more tasks, you can upgrade. The higher the level, the greater your natural reputation. But the tasks you complete don’t necessarily have to be released by others."

Old Mike explained: "Look, we are now a level 2 mercenary group, right? Our mercenary group's score is 81 points, which is 19 points short. We can add 5 points to complete a mission to find a lost pet. We just go Make four."

"But, we don't have much reputation, who would look for us?" a young mercenary said puzzledly.

Old Mike wanted to slap him violently. He broke the secret: "You won’t find someone to pretend to be a businessman to post a mission. If you do it a little bit more secretly, who would know? Anyway, such a mission, the Mercenary Guild also The cost of drawing less than 10 silver coins, how much did 4 missions cost? When we reached level 3, picking up any cargo delivery missions was an income of at least 10 gold coins, and we couldn’t afford this little expense. Well?"

"Yeah!" The burly mercenary slapped his head and said happily, "Why didn't I expect it?"

"Huh!" Old Mike said disdainfully: "Do you think this is over? As long as you have money, you can post tasks for yourself, so that your mercenary group level will rise rapidly, and you can even bribe those Staff, let them influence their choices a little when their employers are hesitant. The big deal is that every time they complete such a task, they will be given a 10% return. How much money can they get from the mercenary guild in a month? There is no risk in this kind of thing, fools do not do it. Also, if there are other mercenary groups competing with us, you can post some tasks for them to do, and then secretly find someone to mess with them. If the task is messed up, Their reputation has naturally deteriorated. Only you are rich, so what else can't be done?"

I didn’t care about the young mercenaries who were all overjoyed. Ryan, who was eavesdropping on the side, was very depressed. Yes, he was very depressed. He didn’t expect that even this kind of thing could be faked and he would give himself a task Scavenging points and tricking opponents secretly, these methods are really despicable, Ryan asked himself that he could not do it.

However, Ryan was lost and lost, but he would not do this kind of thing. Ryan made up his own mind and would rather have no business in the mercenary group than do these nasty things. Ryan firmly believes that as long as he works hard, as long as he has the strength, Even if a dust-covered gold coin is thrown in the trash, sooner or later it will be discovered.

"No, my master doesn't like it." A loud voice attracted the attention of everyone in the mercenary guild hall. Ryan followed the voice and saw a thin man, loudly facing the mercenary guild next to him. The staff were talking, and beside them was the head of the mercenary regiment with an embarrassed look.

"Okay, sir." The staff member said helplessly: "Your host is a superior nobleman. He is elegant and unique. But, my God, the god of commerce is above. You have selected four The mercenary group is now, although it is just a small escort mission, but now mercenary groups that meet this mission level have been rejected by you."

"Money is not a problem." The thin man said proudly with his hands on his back: "My master hopes that the mercenary group that escorts him back to the territory must be tasteful. Taste! Understand?" At this point, thin. The man curled his lips in disdain.

"What's the matter? Harrisi, after so long, haven't I found a suitable mercenary to escort me?" A lazy voice came from the door, and everyone's eyes were immediately attracted, and only one was wearing The middle-aged man in the tuxedo walked in with small steps. He wore a black round top hat, which was exactly the same color as the black tuxedo he was wearing, plus a gray mink cloak behind him. , The whole person looks a bit decadent.

The middle-aged man’s face always has an elegant look, as if everything in front of him cannot affect his mood, and in his hand he holds a cane about the length of an adult man’s arm, and the top of the cane is inlaid. A crystal clear sapphire.

Ryan has seen a lot of decorations of this middle-aged man in the imperial capital. It is a attire that can only be worn by aristocrats with hereditary titles. Ryan carefully looked at the middle-aged man’s chest, and he saw a neatly dressed one. Qi's badge, there is a rose on the badge, and a dagger, and there is a circle of thorns around the whole pattern.Ryan had never studied family coat of arms, but he had listened to Farath's talk. He knew the thorns surrounding it, indicating that this represented an ancient family inherited, and it would have a history of at least several hundred years.

Seeing the middle-aged man coming in, the thin man called Harrisy quickly dropped the people around him and walked over a few steps. His face was smiling, and his eyes were almost narrowed into a straight line. , He humbled his knees and said to the middle-aged man: "Noble Viscount, my respected master. You see, the mercenary guild of Freedom Paradise can't find a mercenary group that suits your taste. This is simply too rude. ."

"Idiot, you are such an incompetent idiot!" The middle-aged man scolded his subordinate, Harrisi, and said, "Can you not even handle this little thing? It's really useless."

"Ah, my dear master, how can your humble servant compare with the wise you?" Harrisi heard the master's reprimand, he didn't rush to defend anything, but a long list of words of praise came out of his mouth , Desperately praise their master.The middle-aged man who was called the Viscount narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was very helpful to the words of his subordinates.

When a lot of compliments were used graciously on the middle-aged man, the man called the Viscount showed a happy expression on his face, as if he had forgotten the unhappiness he had just reprimanded his servant, and he waved his hand. Harry West stopped talking immediately and stood aside respectfully.

The middle-aged man hooked his finger at a mercenary guild worker beside him and motioned him to come over. Although the latter was dissatisfied with this disrespectful behavior in his heart, he walked over calmly, with a face full of expression. Asked with a smile: "What can I do for you?"

"I am Viscount Bruno, the hereditary viscount of the imperial emperor!" The middle-aged man introduced himself with a hint of arrogance and a hint of pride: "I have my own territory, and I am about three days away from here. I am. To hire a mercenary group to escort me back."

"As you wish, respectable Mr. Viscount." After saying this, the staff immediately took out a roster and opened it quickly, and he began to find a suitable mercenary group for the Viscount in front of him.While looking at the roster, this staff member secretly calculated in his heart which mercenary group he would introduce to get the most profits.

"Army Mercenary Corps, what do you think? This is one of the strongest mercenary regiments here." The staff member said to himself, "Of course I am paid the most."

Viscount Bruno shook his head and said, "I know this mercenary group, but I don't like it."

"I don't like it? It doesn't matter. How about the land mercenary group? Their defense is the best. They have 2 earth magicians and 3 priests. They can definitely protect your safety!"

"No, I want to return to the territory, but not to fight. What do you want these for?" Viscount Bruno shook his head again and said: "Give it to me, I choose it myself."