The shocked expression of the mercenary opposite was reflected in Suli's eyes.
Egbert's words had no special meaning to Sully.
This is just a young man who doesn't know how the future will develop and is still in a confused state. When he accidentally finds a spider thread that can pull himself, he chooses to hold on tightly.
Suli didn't think he could empathize with what it felt like to be hunted down. But if you put yourself in the shoes of a middle-aged person who was laid off by a company, with a family, children, and elders who all needed you, but you were powerless to do anything about it... you would feel that inexplicable sense of despair and emptiness.
Egbert needed something to care about, to fill his empty heart.
And it just so happened that in this mercenary city that Sully didn't know much about and Egbert himself had little involvement with, he could choose to temporarily abandon his past identity.
To put it bluntly, the so-called house mercenaries were nothing more than a setting that Egbert made up to complete his identity (although the person involved did not think so at all).
Suli accepted this setting very calmly.
To say that he did not think deeply about it was because he had already thought about the possible impact of a fictional identity.
To say that he thought deeply was not the slightest hint. Hidden beneath the surface, Egbert wished he could just sit on the same boat with him so that everyone who saw them would think they were a team.
Cyril, who was standing nearby, vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but couldn't tell what was wrong. Her brows furrowed for a moment, and the blue dog didn't look so wet and cute anymore.
Seeing that Egbert seemed to want to do something, Suli left a message: "I plan to go to the Alliance Hall to take a look. If you have anything to deal with, you can handle it yourself first, and then reunite at the hotel."
In the end, he planned to take Cyril away.
He left the hotel this time because he believed that it was impossible for him to get a fixed property in the other world at the age of twelve. So Suli planned to use the silver coins in his hand to rent a house and settle himself and Cyril down first.
The mercenary, who was originally shocked by the term "house-raised mercenary", immediately laughed again: "You, a young master who has no elemental affinity, seem to be quite open-minded."
Even if it is not obvious, for the weak Suli, mercenaries naturally carry the meaning of being superior to others.
It is difficult to describe in words the gaze that seems innocent but is actually full of targeting.
Knowing that he had no obvious ill intentions, Sully was too lazy to cause trouble for himself, so he just paused for a moment and said to the mercenary: "Whatever you want to discuss, just talk to Egg on your own, don't always drag me into it."
If helping with the fictitious identity and settings was included in the repayment, then he could continue to cooperate with Egbert. But if it wasn't included, Sully was not willing to pay.
"I see." Coincidentally, Egbert also felt that he needed to teach the mercenary a lesson. Sully himself didn't care about that kind of natural contempt, but Egbert found it extremely irritating.
As the Son of Light tugged at his hooded cape and dragged the mercenary into a nearby alley, Sully had already begun talking to Cyril about where they would be best suited to living.
Living at the edge is cheap, but more dangerous. Living in the center is better, but if there is no income in the short term, it will be too disadvantageous for long-term development. Suli held the little silver in his hand, and finally took Cyril's hand and went to the lobby of the Mercenary Alliance.
There were many people walking on the road, and people passing by were talking to each other: "Have you received any routine tasks from the guild recently?"
"Most of them are hunting missions to the Monster Forest. To be honest, I always feel that it has been a while since normal people have given normal missions to the Alliance."
"No matter how much you earn by risking your life, it's not as good as doing a simple job and being able to go home to see your family every day."
Therefore, Suli believed that the Mercenary Alliance was equivalent to a very wide-ranging...
intermediary.
The first day in another world, I started by renting a house.
When the receptionist at the Mercenary Union lobby looked down at the two children, her honey-colored face was filled with disbelief.
"Are you sure that the task you want to give is to find a rental house with a monthly rent of around five to ten silver coins?"
"Yes, do you have any other questions?" Su Li raised his eyes and asked.
The lady at the front desk twitched her lips and said, "No one in the alliance has ever given such a task."
Ninety percent of the missions of the Mercenary Alliance come from hunting monsters, and the remaining ten percent are mostly guard and combat missions. This kind of daily mission has never existed before, so even though Suli only offered three silver coins as a reward, the front desk lady's first thought was not that the reward was too little, but...
There is actually such an operation?
Cyril was completely clueless about all of Sully's actions. His one-sided trust made him think that everything Sully did was normal. When this normality existed in two people, only the receptionist began to doubt whether there was something wrong with her.
For a moment, the front desk lady was unable to respond quickly, causing the three people to be stuck at the front desk. The person in the queue at the back shouted in dissatisfaction: "What are you doing? So slow."
As he said this, he pushed Suli's back with his hand.
Although this is a city where crime is unlikely, the personal cultivation and basic education of mercenaries are not enough to make the lower-level mercenaries understand what courtesy is.
What's more, Suli didn't seem to have any elemental light on him.
Isn't this complete garbage?
Who cares what a piece of shit thinks.
That's probably the idea.
"You don't even want to post a mercenary mission and just walk away. You're blocking the way, you know that? Rookie."
Cyril wanted to swallow her anger, but Sully turned around and looked at the man who pushed her and made her stagger. His eyes were sharp and hard to ignore...
"Excuse me, are you in such a hurry to go to the cemetery to celebrate the third anniversary of the burial of someone you know?" When he was openly targeted, the other party was not the party who paid him, so he would be a coward if he didn't fight back.
"What are you talking about? What cemetery..." Before he could finish his words, the man finally reacted, his face instantly turned ugly, and he shouted, "How dare you mock me? Do you want to fight?"
"Madam, if you were beaten for no reason in the lobby of the Mercenary Union, how would you react?" Suli tiptoed and knocked on the front desk, which was a bit high for him. I don't know what the people in this world have eaten, and people who are 1.9 meters or even 2 meters tall can be seen everywhere.
The front desk lady came back to her senses from her trance and shouted coldly at the people behind who were trying to attack Suli: "Do you want to be imprisoned in the mercenary prison by the Alliance Guard? How dare you disrupt the queue order?"
After that, the lady at the front desk took out a piece of iron from the stage. She clenched her hands slightly, and in the blink of an eye, the iron block, which seemed heavy at first, turned into pieces, and when it fell on the wooden material, it made a dull sound.
She sneered and said, "Don't you want to live anymore?"
The man who originally wanted to hurt Sully turned pale in an instant. After glaring at Sully fiercely, he had no choice but to leave in shame.
Seeing that there was no longer anyone urging her maliciously in the back, the lady at the front desk coughed heavily, waved to the backstage, and asked another lady who was wearing the same clothes as her to come over. She pushed open the partition on one side and walked towards Sully.
"Is there something wrong?" Suli asked doubtfully.
"No problem, I just happen to know a house that meets your requirements, so I plan to take on a temporary task to earn some silver coins for myself."
When the lady said this, many people nearby heard it and many of them showed surprised expressions, but because they were behind Sully, they were not seen by him.
Who would believe that the daughter of the leader of the alliance guild, who could earn hundreds or thousands of gold coins for each job, would have any idea about a mission worth three silver coins.
Some people have even speculated quietly: "Could this be a secret code?"
"You can also go up and ask Euphia yourself."
The man who asked the question had a distorted expression on his face. “Forget it. I’m worried that if I disturbed Euphia, she would tear my skull off.”
Sully still didn't hear, and while the men were talking to each other, Euphia was asking him new questions.
"Why did you issue something like finding a house as a mission?" The young lady had a tall and powerful figure, and her eyes showed undisguised curiosity. Unlike other people who might have some bad thoughts about Sully who seemed out of tune with this world, she was the kind of excellent woman who had no negative connotations and was self-centered.
"Can't this kind of mission be released in the mission area?" Suli asked.
"Of course not."
To put it simply, mercenaries are freelance professionals who make a living by accepting missions issued by the Mercenary Union. What the mission is and whether the mercenary will accept it are completely two-way choices.
"In my opinion, there is nothing wrong with posting this kind of task. I post the task, and others tell me the answer. I save time, and others can also earn the coins they need. This is a two-way choice."
"But there has never been a similar mission before." Yufia admitted that she was curious about Suli's way of thinking.
"Have you ever thought that the reason why it has never appeared is because everyone's thought framework has been fixed?" Suli didn't mind chatting with a lady who looked very mature and powerful.
"What do you mean?" Yufia's eyes lit up.
"My humble opinion, I hope it doesn't pollute your ears." Suli said slowly, "I think that as long as it does not violate morality and law, anyone can do whatever they want in any aspect."
Egbert heard these words as he came out of the alley.
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