After getting a general idea of ​​what was going on, Lin Feng left the two of them in the courtyard and walked out alone.

Small abyssal borers occasionally fly out of the forest outside; another kind of filthy giant insect, wandering from afar, is following the commotion left by the previous battle and has come to the edge of the cliff.

These giant insects, like mud monsters with enormous worm heads, devoured the trees along their path, leaving behind a trail of slimy egg-laden liquid as they slowly crawled up the rocks and moved forward.

Looking at all this, Lin Feng came up with some ideas.

Immersion is not absolute, nor is any power absolute. For now, if he had a mentally stable person who could serve as an example of immersion to demonstrate this ability, allowing him to study and learn, it might be possible to meet the requirements of the mission again.

But if he can't find one... then he must find a force that can provide a large number of examples and has absolute power to ensure that he can complete the exploration in a short time.

After all, the protagonist's mercenary group also possesses embryonic and egg-like objects, and according to the plot development, there won't be much time for him to complete the exploration!

Therefore, his best choice is the Gordons Empire.

Joining the Gordons Empire isn't too difficult; he can quickly break into the battlefield, making the allied forces' defenses a joke and instantly turning the tide of the battle.

However... if he were to casually join a war that had nothing to do with him, he would only become an insignificant sacrifice. Moreover, once he and the Empire discovered each other's secrets, he would inevitably be caught up in more conflicts by the other side.

The Gordons Empire is the best option, but not the most suitable one.

Mercenaries...

Two words came to Lin Feng's mind. From this perspective, if an accident occurred, he would have no choice but to take the last resort: use the Spirit Official Technique to forcibly complete the immersion and purification task and quickly evacuate this world.

As he finished pondering, night fell. Just as a huge black shadow descended into the woods, a car silently flew off the cliff and sped off in the light rain in the direction the elf had indicated.

Several hours later, the car stopped at the edge of a cliff near the sea.

The roar of the waves mingled with the raindrops crashing against the rocks, and the howling sea breeze blew through the open car window, bringing the dark shadows hidden behind the rain into his view.

It was a huge, crouching humanoid statue on the sea, its towering back illuminated by the lightning that struck down, revealing a head above that looked like tentacles.

The statue of Natrevo is also a place of prayer built by people who believe in this god on the seashore.

The waves crashed against the rocks beneath the statue, the roaring sound particularly clear to Lin Feng's ears. Perhaps it was an accident, or perhaps it was fate, but by sheer coincidence, he had come here.

Behind the statue stands a towering castle, its top flashing with blinding lightning.

Boom boom boom!

Large raindrops were blown in through the car window and hit his face.

"You can go now..." The car door opened, and the two elves looked at the woods to one side with surprise, then turned back to look incredulously at the pair of eyes inside the car that were still bright in the lightning: "Before I change my mind."

This time, the two elves were startled. They turned around and rushed out of the car in a panic, disappearing behind the trees covered by the heavy rain.

Boom boom boom!

The thunder continued to rumble, and the raindrops turned into a torrential downpour, as if the gates of the Milky Way had been breached, plunging the entire world into a blur.

Subtly, the statue of Natrevo seemed to move slightly, its hollow face at the base of the tentacles turning a little to reveal a corner of its face, looking towards the shore.

Wow!

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat. Huge waves crashed down on the cliff, shattering the rocks on the cliff and swallowing them all into the dark water.

The next second, a new wave crashed against the cliff edge beneath his feet, the scent of the sea washing over his face and dispersing the surrounding rain.

After the waves subsided, the slender figure changed into simple clothes, put on a straw raincoat picked up along the way, got out of the car, and walked along the coast toward the castle.

Monta, a city built on a coastal cliff, has a triangular estuary on one side that used to be filled with ships from various cities. But today, it is filled with warships from the Gordons Empire.

"Hey, stop! Who are you?"

A group of soldiers stood in the shadows of the rain. A swordsman wearing a golden iron mask and layers of golden armor led a group of infantrymen wearing black iron masks and only hard leather armor and called out to Lin Feng.

“An…ordinary person.” Lin Feng raised his head in the heavy rain with a hint of fear. Compared to the bodies of humans and orcs in this world, his slightly narrow shoulders were rather weak.

The swordsman asked, "Heh... what are you doing here?"

Lin Feng smiled apologetically: "I heard the battle here is over, so I came back to take a look."

"Um... what do you do?"

"I don't have a stable job. I occasionally do odd jobs with mercenaries to earn a little extra money." Lin Feng rubbed his hands together in the folds of his sleeve, pretending to pull out a small piece of gold, and reluctantly handed it over: "Sir... are there any reliable jobs in this city?"

The swordsman leaned closer and took a look. The tiny piece of gold was about the same size as the gap in his helmet. Although it wasn't much, it was enough to get the people behind him a few glasses of good wine.

Looking again at Lin Feng's tattered appearance, the swordsman said, "The port needs a lot of porters, but... only Pier No. 3 is the safest."

Hearing the other person's voice, Lin Feng nodded repeatedly, and before he could finish speaking, he said, "Thank you, sir."

"Um."

The swordsman nodded, rubbed the gold between his fingers, and placed it in the palm of the infantryman behind him.

After the group left, Lin Feng tightened his raincoat and continued walking towards Monta City.

As he crossed the bridge over the river at the estuary and arrived at the city of Monta, he glanced at the soldiers inspecting pedestrians in the heavy rain below the city walls, then turned and walked toward the houses outside the main city.

The heavy rain subsided, the hazy vision cleared, and the crowd pushing the carts and running frantically suddenly became denser.

After walking through several alleys, Lin Feng saw the entire view of the estuary dock. His gaze had just swept over the tavern sign directly in front of the dock when he was drawn to a man shouting under a tent on the other side: "Fang Mercenary Group is recruiting elite mercenaries. Meet at the North Gate tomorrow morning to transport supplies to Upper Dales."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a group of porters burst onto the dock, and the mixed group of humans and orcs all saw the man.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the man shouted again, waving the paper in his hand and calling out to the group: "Ordinary mercenaries: 70 silver coins; elite mercenaries: 60 silver coins; master mercenaries: 80 silver coins."

The slightly odd price attracted even more attention, but the man didn't care at all as he looked at the several very tall orcs in the crowd.

His target was those cheap, elite orcs who could be used to attract the attention of monsters.

As for ordinary mercenaries, who are even more expensive than elite mercenaries, this is money earned by risking their lives.

"Hey, Cass's fleet has docked. With this much rain, they probably won't be able to set sail for the next few days." The man's henchman chimed in, chuckling as he slapped the table with his sword. "70 silver coins, that's three months' wages for an average worker, isn't it?"

"The fleet has stopped, so their wages have stopped. I heard the empire is going to impose a sea ban, so we'll be starving for the next six months." The man laughed, glancing at the workers standing in the rain, and leisurely sat back down in his seat.

After a short while, the workers carried their things out. Even if they wanted to try it, they had to put everything down properly first.

Before long, two or three orcs found the man as expected, signed a contract, and headed to the tavern, pushing open the door that smelled of malt liquor in the heavy rain.