Chapter 894 - Could You Let Us Tag Along
The News of Mercenary Groups Being Hunted Was Spreading Like Wildfire in the Adventurer’s Guild. In Just a Few Days, Over 10 Mercenary Groups Had Been Wiped Out. No One Had Survived to Tell What Had Happened.
The Killers Didn’t Just Target Weak Ones. A Mercenary Group With a 7th-tier Magic Caster Had Also Been Wiped Out.
The Guild Had Yet to Find Out Who Was Responsible. They Had Issued a Notice This Morning, Telling Everyone to Be Careful Out There and That Mercenary Groups With Elves in Them Should Put Their Missions on Hold Until the Gray Temple and the City Lord’s Castle Caught the Killers.
The Notice Confirmed Many People’s Suspicion That the Killers Were Hunting Elves.
First Alex’s Warning, and Now This Notice. Fear Had Been Aroused in Mercenaries.
Elves Were Talented Archers and Born Healers. An Elf Could Greatly Reduce the Risk of a Mission, So Many Mercenary Groups Had One or More Elves. They Were an Important Part of a Group.
For Safety’s Sake, Some Mercenary Groups Had Stopped Doing Missions, and Some Chose to Leave Their Elven Partners in the City and Take on Easier Jobs.
Of Course, There Were Those Who Believed the Killers Had Tucked Their Tails and Run Away in Fear of the Authorities. They Went on Missions in Spite of the Notice.
“It’s Not Safe Out There. Maybe We Should Wait This Thing Out,” Sivir Said Solemnly to Her Group Outside the Guild.
It Was Getting Cold, but She Was Still Wearing Short Leather Pants, Showing Her Thighs. A Boomerang Was Strapped to Her Back.
As a Small Mercenary Group Whose Strength Was Not Strong, Rose Mercenary Squad Had No Way to Deal With Emergencies. On Top of That, Evan, One of Their Strong Fighters, Was an Elf.
“Boss, We’ve Been Out of Job for Three Days Now. I Need Money, or My Family Will Go Hungry,” Minotaur Demon Dennis Said Reluctantly as He Scratched His Head.
Powerful Mercenary Groups Could Hunt Dangerous Magical Creatures and Get High Payment. The Strongest of the Rose Mercenary Squad Was Just a 4th-tier Magic Caster. They Didn’t Get Paid Well for Every Task. After Deducting Expenses, There Was Not Much Money Left That Could Be Distributed to Each Member.
It Seemed That Other Members Wanted to Take on a Task as Well. Mercenary Missions Always Came With Risks. Many People Were Killed by Magical Creatures Every Day.
Evan Nodded. “There Are So Many Mercenary Groups Out There. As Long as We Don’t Venture Out Too Far, I Don’t Think We’ll Be Unlucky Enough to Run Into Those Killers. If They Dare Show Themselves, We’ll Sell Their Whereabouts to the Guild. The Reward is Very Handsome: 1,000,000 Copper Coins.”
“Yes. Master Evan Will Protect Us! We Don’t Need to Worry About a Thing!” Eva Gazed at Evan Adoringly.
Sivir Shook Her Head. “21 Groups Have Been Wiped Out, Including One With a 7th-tier Magic Caster. We Stand No Chance Against Such Strong Enemies.” Her Eyes Swept Over the Crowd. “Let’s Take a Vote. Who Wants to Take on a Mission?”
Everyone Raised Their Hands Except Scott and Sivir.
Sivir Nodded. “Well, Let’s Find a Mission Then. An Easy One. And We Go Where There Are Many Other Groups. It’s Safer This Way.”
As They Were Talking, Two Figures—one Big and One Small—came Out of the Guild Hall and Passed by Them.
“is That Mag?” Dennis Asked, Surprised.
Scott’s Face Lit Up. “It is.” He Smiled at the Father and Daughter. “Hi, Mag. Hi, Amy.”
Mag Turned Around to Find Sivir and Her Subordinates Standing Outside the Hall Armed to the Teeth. He Had Fought by Their Side Before, So He Recognized Them Right Away.
“Hi, Guys,” He Said, Smiling. “Are You Going on a Mission Today?”
“Big Sister Leather Shorts, Uncle Bull Head, Uncle Grilled Hare, and…” Amy Glanced at Evan and Eva and Ignored Them. She Gave a Big Smile. “Hello.”
Evan and Eva Looked Angry, but They Said Nothing Since the Father and Daughter Had Saved Them Once.
They Didn’t Like Their New Nicknames, but They Smiled Back at Amy All the Same.
“Yes,” Replied Sivir. “Are You Going Out of the City as Well? It’s Not Safe. I’d Stay in the City if I Were You. Have You Read the Notice Over There?”
Although They Were Stronger Than They Looked, Mag Was a Cook and Not an Adventurer, and Amy Was Only a Four-year-old. There Were Too Many Dangers Out There for Them to Handle.
“Oh, I Have. But We Won’t Go Far. We Just Want to Look for Some Ingredients, So It Should Be Safe Enough.” Mag Looked at Evan, Who Had a Dismissive Expression on His Face, and Then at Sivir Again. “Where Do You Plan to Go? If It’s Not Too Much to Ask, Could You Let Us Tag Along? It Will Save Us the Trouble of Renting a Horse.”
“Sure. With You Coming With Us, We’ll Get Something Really Nice to Eat Today,” Dennis Said With an Excited Smile. “I’d Go Eat in Your Restaurant Often, but the Prices Are Too High for Me.”
Scott Nodded His Agreement. “Amy is a Powerful Magic Caster. We, Will, Be Safer With Her on the Team.”