Volume 1 Chapter 50: Pork Feet Rice, Good Life, Here I Come

"What you said makes sense! I've got another clue!"

Except for Marcus who looked depressed, everyone else straightened their backs immediately.

He no longer felt embarrassed after glancing at the guys around him who were all hiding away in fear after seeing him and his group.

Lynch broke out in a cold sweat beneath his smiling mask.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to change the mask, but this mask... is cheap!

Marcus's identity is too sensitive to be revealed easily, and he also doesn't want anyone to see his face.

Otherwise, if my identity as a villain is exposed in the future, how embarrassing would that be?

However, Lynch's words gave his subordinates more confidence.

I think what Lynch said makes a lot of sense.

Paul suddenly became proud, glanced at the guys who were walking towards Linton City and hiding from him and others, and shouted: "What are you looking at? If you look at me again, I will dig out your eyes!"

When the passers-by heard this, they were frightened and hid further away, not daring to make a sound.

I didn't dare to look directly at these guys who were dressed strangely and wore creepy masks.

It’s so horrible, so horrible!

That smile always seems to be meaningful.

Who are these people?

"Brother Paul, let's travel in a low profile and not be too arrogant." Marcus frowned and pointed out.

"Lord Marcus, it's not that I'm too arrogant, but as the master said, I lack the heart of a bandit, and I don't want my life to be incomplete." Paul's tone was solemn.

The other three members of the 'Arrogant Four' also nodded in unison towards Paul.

Marcus suddenly realized that this was cultivation!

"I...you're absolutely right." Lynch blinked.

What Paul said made so much sense that I could not refute it.

I looked up at the city.

It is built with large, hard stones, tightly packed together, and is about ten meters high.

On the city wall, soldiers wearing simple iron armor were patrolling.

At the city gate, one can see from the top of the city wall a huge, extremely wide and thick log, which must have been secured with iron chains or something.

A group of soldiers stood at the city gate, maintaining order.

"Let's go into the city." Lin Qi shrugged, with some anticipation in his heart.

Human city!

Pork trotter rice, soft bed, hot shower!

Good life, here I come!

He led a group of his subordinates and walked into the city.

As for the cities in this world, although they look a bit backward, they are fully equipped.

Now, most people in the city are carrying equipment, obviously because they are going to face the beast tide, so there are quite a lot of adventurers.

Young people wearing robes can be seen everywhere. They must be students.

Merchants came and went in an endless stream, driving horse-drawn carriages with their goods covered with white cloth. The better ones used tamed monsters to pull their carriages.

There were also many people setting up stalls, selling weapons, potions, magic scrolls and other props, shouting at the top of their lungs.

Obviously, people from other worlds also have to make a living.

Lynch looked around and longed for the life in this world.

Having not stepped into human society for a hundred years, he is full of expectations.

Lynch led these guys on a journey, and passers-by avoided them wherever they passed and looked at them strangely.

The way these people are dressed is really weird.

Soon, after Paul caught a poor passerby and asked him about it, they found out where the Mercenaries' Union was.

The Mercenaries' Union is more like a bar than a pub.

Rose Bar.

This is also the tradition of mercenaries. What they love most is adventure and romance.

Bars are their favorite places to go, so many years ago, the Mercenaries' Union cooperated with bars and set up their offices in bars.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Lynch smelled the rich aroma of wheat and delicious food. The noisy sounds inside could be heard from far away, and the unruly mercenaries were shouting.

These mercenaries have been working in all weather conditions, carrying out their duties all day long. They are very particular about having fun in every moment and have developed bad tempers. It is already a great favor to them if they don't fight.

"Come in."

There was a curious look on Lynch's face beneath the mask.

I don’t know if there is pork trotter rice in the Mercenaries’ Union?

After Lynch and his subordinates entered the Mercenaries' Union, the noise inside gradually died down until it was completely silent.

All the mercenaries looked at Lynch and others.

They were wearing neat grey robes and masks, and only one of them was carrying a huge sword wrapped in white cloth. It was obvious that they were not simple.

But soon, they shifted their attention and no longer paid attention to Lynch and others.

Having been on the brink of life and death for many years, they know that sometimes they cannot be too curious.

"Sir, that's the office window of the Mercenary Union. Let's go there to register for the Mercenary Corps." After Paul entered the Mercenary Union, he felt inexplicably sad.

At the beginning, he also established a mercenary corps, and with his efforts, he finally used his family's status as a duke and the identity of Prince Borg, as well as his connections and money to make the mercenary corps reach A-level.

But now that is in the past.

Now, he is going to join a mercenary corps, and there is no doubt that this mercenary corps will be extremely glorious.

"Yeah." Lynch responded.

His attention was completely focused on the bar.

The bar was quite large, and the sunlight shone in and sprinkled on the food, allowing Lynch to see everything clearly.

Sandwich? White bread? Pasta? Beef?

Where is the pig's trotter rice?

Feeling a little disappointed, Lynch slowly walked towards a long table where an uncle was flipping through parchment. Obviously, he was dealing with something and did not notice the arrival of Lynch and others at all.

“Bang!”

Paul slapped the table, attracting the uncle's attention.

"Stop busying yourself and register the mercenary corps, boss!"

The uncle pushed up his glasses, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and raised his head impatiently: "I know, I know, you guys..."

He was about to say, "You young people are a bunch of crazy dreams," but when he saw the masks on Lynch and the others, he was immediately horrified.

I couldn't utter a word.

This is scary.

"Register...register as a mercenary? Okay...okay!" The uncle nodded stiffly.

He swallowed, took out a long roll of parchment, and handed it to Paul: "You...you just fill it out, and it will be fine."

Only after Lin Qi and others left did the uncle breathe a sigh of relief and patted his chest hard.

He muttered, "What kind of mask is this? The material looks very good, the surface is shiny, and the lines are smooth. But it looks so scary. These people seem to have serious identities. No, I have to report this to the higher-ups. I have to pay close attention to this group of weird guys. I hope they are not from the Thieves Guild..."

Lynch and others didn't care about that.

What they want is to attract people's attention.

Lynch sat at a table, surrounded by his subordinates, all in deep thought.

They were naming the mercenaries.