Mercenaries and Adventurers

After eating the meal at noon and saying goodbye to Jamura, Zhao Ji planned to collect some more information about the slime monster. Zhao Ji sat in the park across the street from the chamber of commerce to sort out the information acquisition process. In the park during the day, there were always people performing theatrical performances, playing musical instruments by themselves, and practicing singing.

Regarding local theater performances, Zhao Ji expressed noncommittal. Zhao Ji said that he could not accept the exaggerated body movements, artificial expressions, and deliberately attractive lines of the amateur actors. This is not to say that there is no professional theater stage in the park, and local amateur actors can only perform on the brick platforms they tinkered with. No one stood on the stage made of bricks to perform, and Zhao Ji thought who built the "public kang". Just here, there are many idle people who have nothing to do to watch and cheer.

The local musical instruments are not bad, full of the music of this different world's feudal and classical era. The flute is melodious and lingering, the sanxian has a cheerful and lively rhythm, the harp is noble and elegant, and the small leather drum has a tense and intense rhythm. Accompanied by a narrator's explanation, Zhao Ji understood that this was the soundtrack to an epic story of the empire from the immigrants of the empire. The story briefly described how a hero mediated disputes between the empire and the northern rebel kingdoms. After listening for a long time, Zhao Ji didn't know which side the hero was standing on, the empire or the rebel kingdom in the north. Maybe he didn't take either side, but only intervened in the dispute for the sake of making a name for himself in the dispute.

Zhao Ji heard that Jamura said in the chat that the local kingdom was not more than a hundred years old, and most of the kingdom's population initially immigrated from the empire. The composition is very complicated, including a large number of landless farmers in the empire, bankrupt merchants from unstable areas, redundant heirs of minor nobles, veterans who lived to retire, etc.

There are also a lot of disabled gangster thugs, exiled nobles, pickpockets with severed fingers, wanted mercenaries and so on.

There are also several knight orders supported by the empire, new or lost priests of various temples, and the newly opened kingdom branch of the empire's well-known magic organization.

There are also various sub-human races who migrated to this newly opened kingdom along with the above-mentioned population.

After these chats, Zhao Ji always had a question on his lips. He asked Jamura about it a few days ago, and Jamura was very surprised that Zhao Ji didn't know the reason. It was the old foxtail president who was passing by. Answered Zhao Ji's question.

Why don't human beings go farther, form more countries, and alleviate various social problems? The reason is that it is not impossible, but not allowed. The old Foxtail President and Jamura took out a silver badge from their chests, held it with one hand, and drew a symbol in the air with the other hand. After a sentence of guilt to the gods, he explained to Zhao Ji that the reason is simple. The gods planned the size of each human kingdom, and each new kingdom must be approved by the gods before it can be established. Otherwise, other powerful alien races can invade with their entire clan, and other alien races also have their own gods. In addition to the great natural gods, the regular gods produced by human activities can protect human beings themselves.

Well, every intelligent race has its own gods. Zhao Ji thought, why not set up a United Nations of races on the ground, and a United Nations of gods in the sky. Isn't it beautiful! Ha ha.

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Zhao Ji's distracted mind was startled back by an out-of-tune singing, and boos came from a distance. A man who was singing on the brick stage was dejectedly kicked off the stage amidst the boos of the onlookers.

Zhao Ji looked at the paper in his hand, which recorded several aspects that Jamura said should be paid attention to in the swamp, such as preventing mosquitoes, not being injured, and preventing poisonous snakes and slime monsters that are difficult to deal with. Wait, slime monsters are hard to deal with?

Didn't those drunks in the tavern say that slime monsters can be kicked away? Didn't the blacksmith apprentice say that the target of the bet is something he can deal with?

Damn it, it was all the words of some drunks who had drunk too much, Zhao Ji himself believed it and agreed to the bet.

But Zhao Ji himself didn't notice that he had drunk himself in the morning, and agreed to the bet carelessly, even though he didn't know much about what the slime monster was.

what should I do? Zhao Ji stood up and thought for a while, reached into his arms and shook the borrowed dagger in his arms, thinking of what to do. Although he hasn't seen how powerful the slime monster is, someone must know what level of slime monster it is.

That's the town guard.

The town guards who are responsible for maintaining the safety and stability of the town must have dealt with slime monsters. After all, it is said that slime monsters breed in large numbers in the swamp in the south of the city, and the swamp in the south of the city is only a few steps away from the south wall of the city, and not far from the gate of the city. It's just a few steps away, and on the edge of the swamp is the owner of Kendall City, the owner of the guards---the field of Baron Kendall. They must know how to deal with slime monsters, and they should always deal with slime monsters.

Okay, Zhao Ji had an idea in mind, so he acted quickly. After all, this month is already in the middle of the month, and there are less than 15 days before the end of the month. And he hasn't even seen the slime monster yet.