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Chapter 1072 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (59)

The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (Fifty-Nine)

"Have you received the commission from the Nova Chamber of Commerce?"

Outside Lionheart City, a burly man opened the magic tent and walked out. His face, dignified yet gentle, was none other than old Vims, who had recently dealt with Lance's clone, alias 'Pierre'.

"Yeah, I got it."

The man who answered him took off his hood, revealing a magician's pale face.

Lei: "Lionheart City is really nice here. The mercenary hall has a nice environment and the service attitude is also very good. It was very smooth to get the mercenaries this time."

Old Weems took the bag of gold coins from him and weighed it. "Really? I've never been to Lionheart City before. I didn't expect it to be so nice."

Lei took off his magic cloak and sat down. The team member next to him handed him a cup of hot goat milk. "This is my first time here too. I didn't expect it to be so nice here."

Old Wims took out gold coins and distributed them to everyone. After he finished distributing them, someone couldn't help but ask.

"Vims, why did we rush here in such a hurry? If we wanted to collect the commission, couldn't we have just stayed at the end of the escort?"

Old Weems and Ray looked at each other.

Old Weems: Say it now?

Lei: Let’s talk about it now. It’s time.

He waved his hand, and a soundproof magic circle enveloped everyone. Old Wims' expression also became serious, making everyone realize that what he was going to say next should be very important.

"You still remember Mr. Pierre, no, Master Pierre, right?"

"Pierre, sir?"

None of the mercenaries who could survive in this team were fools, and they soon realized something.

"Could it be that our next arrangement has something to do with that adult?"

Old Weems: “That’s right!”

Lei also quickly revealed the secret, "We are going to serve that adult next."

Someone said quickly, "But didn't we say we wouldn't join any faction? We're mercenaries. We just need to earn commissions and complete missions well to support our families."

"Yeah, we agreed on that at the beginning. Besides, these big shots have complicated backgrounds. It's easy to lose your life working for them. Isn't it unnecessary?"

Old Wims and Lei looked at each other again. Lei stretched out his hand, and the magic storage ring he bought at a high price flashed on his finger, and a bottle of recovery potion appeared in his hand.

"What if I say that what we need to do is to sell the recovery potion to Lionheart City for that lord?"

Everyone shut up. Those who had objected just now stared at the bottle of recovery potion with burning eyes and could not say a word of opposition.

Lei felt relieved when he saw this. He just liked this feeling!

Old Weems gestured for him to put the potion away, and then spoke frankly with the members of the team.

"We have considered this matter carefully before deciding to proceed. I believe that you have all used the potion or your relatives and friends have used it."

Many people smiled, obviously having tasted the benefits that the potion brought them.

Old Weems continued, "We all know what a good thing the recovery potion is. As mercenaries, we also know how rare such a potion is. Lord Pierre's willingness to sell it to us is a great favor. However, Lord Pierre is a truly kind person, and I'm sure you've all heard of the name of the pharmacist behind him."

"Is it Master Nings?"

"That's right. As mercenaries, we are the most sensitive to information. Lord Nings should be the pharmacist who provided the recovery potion to Lord Pierre."

"So are we going to cooperate with Lord Nings? If possible, I would like to thank Lord Nings in person. He saved my daughter."

Old Weems shook his head. "No, the pharmacist's safety is extremely important. We've received a commission from Lord Nings, who knows that many people have recently fallen ill, but they're unable to obtain the necessary medicine. Lord Nings couldn't bear to see their families destroyed, so he entrusted Lord Pierre to arrange for the medicine to be sold to more people in need."

The team members all understood, "Is Lionheart the city we are going to operate in?"

"Is it because this city is more prosperous?"

Lei was more perceptive than them, "No, I think it's because there are more people in need of treatment in this city."

He described the sad scene he had seen in front of the church when he passed by it on his way to collect his commission, and everyone's expression became heavy and sour.

"Damn the Church! I heard that 'holy water' isn't hard to make at all. Can't they just use that 'holy water' to save people?"

"It's more than just not saving people. Have you forgotten their strict requirements? Even if the 'holy water' saved people, those poor people would be penniless and forced to live the darkest of lives."

"A church like this is actually the church of the God of Light? God of Light, this is simply unbelievable."

"What's the point of praying to the God of Light? He will only instruct the people in these churches to seize more wealth from others."

“…Old friend, you’re right. We mercenaries can only trust our own strength and the hard-earned gold in our hands.”

Old Weems agreed with this statement very much. “So when Lord Pierre decides whether he is willing to serve him in this regard, I have decided to agree on your behalf.”

He took out a piece of parchment. Eighty percent of the contract on it had been completed, and the remaining twenty percent required the magic or sword energy of other team members to engrave it.

"...The team needs to sell potions in various locations according to instructions. The hiring price is one silver coin per bottle of potion. What? Selling a bottle of potion can earn you one silver coin?"

Someone shouted in surprise and disbelief, and old Wims just smiled at his loss of composure.

When he and Lei found out, their performance wasn't much better than this guy's.

The members who had bought the potion looked at the parchment and felt a little dizzy.

This employment job is simple and easy, and the commission is high, which is simply great!

You have to know that mercenaries like them don’t always get missions, and most of the missions with high commissions are almost life-threatening. Missions like this are something they dare not even think about!

Some people couldn't help but stand up.

"So what do we need to do? Let's start now. My bones are getting rusty."

Old Weems was happy. “Don’t worry, my old friend. We need to do one other thing before that.”

He motioned for everyone to come closer to him and whispered a few words.

"...Do you understand? Send the person out when the time comes."

"understand!"

"Make sure to complete the mission."

"Simple, we'll just sell the medicine after we're done!"