A strange world

In the early morning, a wizard's carriage drove into the manor.

Michael came to visit Annan and extended an invitation to him: "There is an interesting commission in the mercenary hall. I would like to invite you to join."

"at this time?"

Annan, who had just experienced the conspiracy, now doubts everything he encounters.

"Don't you want to promote your reputation? What is more suitable than a mercenary hall?" Michael said eagerly, "A professional's mouth is as loose as a girl's clothes."

Michael is vulgar and not at all like a mage.

Of course, the mage would not allow an ugly scar on his forehead that only a warrior would be proud of.

"What commission?"

"A Stephen dwarf somehow ran to the outskirts of Breeze City, ravaged a farmland and destroyed the farm, and then ran into the woods. But the valuable thing is not the bounty, but the fact that Stephen dwarf likes to collect spell books."

"I have a special source of information: Andrew Luna, who wishes to remain anonymous, says that this Stephan dwarf has a spellbook on him."

"Is it just us?"

"And my team members. They will also be among the mercenaries who promote you, and they are as reliable as me."

Annan agreed to the invitation. The horror of last night had not frightened him, and there was no way he could remain huddled in the manor waiting for the day when his identity would be revealed.

It is his and Augusta Olmedo's common goal to be known by more people.

But before setting off, Annan also wanted to ask Della what she thought: "Are you coming with me?"

"Where you go, I go."

No man can resist the loyalty of an elf—even if Della obeys the Wine Lady.

After telling the head maid to leave for a while, Annan took a small bag of gold coins and Della got into the carriage and headed to the mercenary hall.

However, when he was about to go out, he was unexpectedly stopped by a servant waiting at the gate of the manor.

"Lord Olmedo asked me to remind you here." The servant explained his purpose, "Please be careful of their attacks after leaving the manor."

"Which Olmedo?"

"Master of the family."

"I'll pay attention."

Annan returned to the carriage.

The carriage moved on, and Michael said nothing about it. It would not be too troublesome for an epic spellcaster to get past the carriage's protection and eavesdrop on their exchange. He turned to talk about daily life: "The Mage Tower has also been spreading stories about your deeds recently."

"What did they say?"

"I was very concerned at first, but then I found out you were a warlock and was just waiting to see the joke."

Fits Annan's stereotype of a mage.

The Mage Tower carriage drove through the long street and when it was approaching the mercenary hall, Michael said: "If you are worried about accidents, you can also hire a team of elite guards."

"How much?"

Michael estimated the price, but Annan refused directly - the price of hiring an elite five-man team was actually several times that of the Blue Dragon.

But Michael thinks that the price is quite affordable, for the sake of the King of the North. It will only be more expensive for ordinary nobles and rich people.

"Why is a team of elite professionals so expensive? Aren't master professionals only worth 3 gold per day?"

"Where did you see that?"

"Andrew Luna's tavern heard it."

Michael had no choice but to correct Annan's misunderstanding: "A master professional needs at least several hundred gold coins for each mission. If calculated based on the number of days, what needs to be done will not be less than 50 gold coins per day."

"What if it's a spell caster?"

"100 gold coins per day, and all magic materials must be provided during the period."

Annan recalled that he actually wanted to hire the blue dragon for 6 gold coins, and remained silent.

Find an opportunity to compensate the blue dragon more. It seems to like those gems...

As we approach the mercenary hall, the hustle and bustle on the street resembles a market.

Michael took Annan to a tavern not far from the mercenary hall, where his team members were waiting. "This is what I told you, the young King of the North, Annan Reeves."

The sound that was deliberately made to be heard by the entire tavern attracted everyone's attention as expected.

Ignoring them, Michael introduced his team members to Annan: "Kadarina."

A brave and fierce female warrior nodded. Michael, who had a scar on his forehead, looked like a young child in front of her. She was blind in one eye, missing an ear, and half of her teeth were missing. She had three fingers on her left hand and two fingers on her right hand. Every inch of her skin was covered with horrific and ugly scars, like a crude human form carved by a skilled sculptor.

Michael said: "She is the most heroic berserker. Even the green skinned ones will wet their pants in fear like a fart when they see her."

Annan believed part of it: even if the woman in front of her was wearing shorts and a bra that could not block any weapons or any gaze, she would not get a single glance in this tavern. All the eyes looking around will skip her.

I don’t believe the part about “green skins make people wet their pants” – “Warlock’s Notes” says that green skins are plants and have no gender, so they should also have no excretory organs.

"Francois."

A young man dressed as a nobleman, with a feminine and handsome appearance, held Annan's hand tightly with tears in his eyes: "I finally see you, the great King of the North."

Annan was suddenly called "Great" and was at a loss as to what to do and looked at Michael.

"Shameless Baron, Annan doesn't like this."

"Of course...of course..." Francois let go of Annan with a smile, but his waist could no longer be straightened.

If it weren't for Michael, Francois might still kiss Annan's shoes.

Michael said that Francois was a baron, but his reputation was not very good. Such ridiculous things as liking women's clothing and being a taboo of his adoptive father when he was young - you can see it.

"Klein."

Then there was a burly silhouette wearing fully enclosed armor.

"Hello, King of the North."

A rough voice came out of the stainless steel mask, and Michael said that he never took off this armor.

Klein is a strong warrior. Even death will not bring him down - that much is obvious.

Annan could see that everyone in this team had unique skills. Even if it’s myself.

Isn't it legendary that a low-level warlock from another world pretending to be the King of the North can summon a blue dragon using a low-level summoning spell?

Then it was Della’s turn to follow. They looked at the female elf at the same time.

"Elf, assassin."

"Okay, let's get down to business."

Michael released a soundproofing spell so that people around him could no longer eavesdrop, and continued: "Stephen's dwarf giant challenge level is elite level, but we are fully equipped, so it is not troublesome to solve it. But I also picked up a team to clean up the rat infestation. Entrusted by the team to help the team blend in.”

"Rat infestation?"

"They are just some wandering ratmen. They usually don't carry the plague. They are stronger than kobolds and weaker than lizardmen. They are just suitable for us to practice."