Eward III burped again, tore open the top with a "pull" sound, revealing its strong chest, and slapped the mountain with his hands. "What are you laughing at? I Love Huade III is a hero who stands tall and upright. The green demon of Green Corner Mountain is a fart. I can kill it with just one fart."

Everyone laughed even more happily, and booed. Ewald couldn't help but become angry, his hair and beard were wide open, his right hand was tightly clenched into fists, and he said loudly in his heart: "I love Wade III swear to the great Mother Earth God, I love Wade I will definitely snatch all the treasures of the Green Demon. If I violate this vow, I will not return to my hometown." As soon as I finished speaking, my legs became weak and my body immediately turned over. As the wine and food on the table fell under the table, my head was facing the ground, and with a "bang", my head immediately rose, and then I snored and fell asleep.

The people watching calmed down, looked at Aiwade who was sleeping on the ground and seemed to be looking at a dead person. After a while, discussions started to sway, and they all shook their heads and sighed. Several friends who had made Eiwade helped him up and dragged him behind.

Ai Ming's heart moved, waved his hand and called the waiter over, and asked, "What's going on with the Green Point Mountain Green Point Mountain? Tell me."

After the waiter respectfully replied, he replied, "Sir, are you from another place. The Green Corner Mountain is fifty kilometers west of the city. There is an adult green dragon living on the mountain. People call it the Green Demon. This Green Demon is cunning by nature and likes treasures and other things the most. As long as it finds out where there are good things, it will definitely snatch them back. Countless people are hurt for this, and people here hate it to the core."

Oh? Dragon? "Then that short man said he wanted to kill the dragon and grab the treasure..."

"Shh, sir, whisper, that person is a hill dwarf. He hates being called a dwarf the most. If his companions hear it, they will cause great trouble." The waiter quickly stopped him when he heard Ai Ming's words.

Hill Dwarf? Ai Ming was ashamed. Why didn't you think of it? Although you haven't seen it before, you should think of it. "Sorry, is he a hill dwarf?" Dwarfs are a very famous race on this continent. According to their residence, they are divided into forest dwarfs, hill dwarfs and cave dwarfs. Forest dwarfs, as the name suggests, live in forests and are generally adjacent to elves. They are experts in construction. Many strange and lewd things on the continent are from their hands; Hill dwarfs like to take risks.

It is dangerous, so they can be seen anywhere in the mainland. They are all powerful and are good at using heavy weapons to fight, such as double-edged giant axes, etc. When they are old, they will choose to return to their birthplaces, and most of their birthplaces are built on hills, so they are called hill dwarves; cave dwarves generally live in places with active volcanoes and are good at refining weapons. The weapons they refine are extremely sharp and are very popular among people on the mainland. At the same time, there are also Cyclops who live with them.

Whether it is forest dwarves, hill dwarves or cave dwarves, they all have several common characteristics. First, they all look very similar. Men all have big beards, while women have no beards, and women have no appearance and men, so it is generally difficult for outsiders to tell who they are; second, the gods they worship are all the earthly gods; third, although they are very short, they are also very proud. The ones they hate most are others calling them shorts. At the same time, male dwarves love their big beards very much. Once they are offended by others, the biggest possibility is to duel with them and never die.

"Yes, sir, he is a hill dwarf, his name is Eward. He likes to call himself Eward III. Sir probably wondered why he said he wanted to kill the Green Devil?"

Ai Ming nodded.

"Actually, when Awald gets drunk, he will say he wants to steal the treasure of the Green Demon, but this time it's different. He somehow got nervous and actually swears to the Mother Earth God. It seems that he can't do it if he doesn't go." The waiter smiled bitterly, so everyone knows that the dwarfs swear like farts, and a gust of wind blows away, but once they swear to the god of worship, they must be done, otherwise they will be despised by all dwarves.

"Is the Green Demon very powerful? If we organize it together, maybe we can succeed." Ai Ming actually knew that he was talking nonsense. If he really organized some people to kill the Green Demon as he said, he would succeed. Someone would have done that early on.

"Sir, don't know. In the past, our city lord organized hundreds of mercenaries and thousands of soldiers to kill the Green Demon, but they didn't come back. Instead, the Green Demon ran to the city and made a big fuss, killing and injured many people, and even the City lord was killed. So now no one will go crazy and provoke the Green Demon, that's purely looking for death." The waiter thought to himself, although Awald is usually very cute and has made many friends, he thinks no one will go crazy with him.

"Is that green demon a dragon? Is it the dragon crawling around on the ground? Or the one with bat wings swelling and flying? Or the one with long twists and turns?" Xia Zhu asked curiously. There are roughly three types of dragons, the Earth Dragon, the Western Demon Dragon and the Eastern Holy Dragon. (No more, everyone should know what it is.)

Seeing what Xia Zhu said was fun, the waiter couldn't help but smile and said, "It's the kind with bat wings flapping and flying. The green demon is an ice-type dragon, which is very powerful." Western demon dragons have seven attributes, divided into light, dark, wind, fire, ice, water and gold.

Ai Ming thanked the waiter. After giving the money, the waiter left with a smile. It can be seen that the reward he gave was not a small amount for him.

"Butler, let's register as a mercenary, what do you think?" Ai Ming felt a great feeling when he looked at Feng Dazhan's bitter face.

Feng Dazhan nodded with a bitter smile and agreed. He couldn't agree or not. Who said Ai Ming is now his financial backer? Seeing that most of the itinerary has passed, he is now making an objection. What if Ai Ming uses this excuse to deduct the money he deserves? It won't be worth it. I just hope this guy is just interested for a moment.

The two walked to the window and Feng Dazhan said, "Please, we have to register a mercenary."

The staff looked at the two of them, took out the form, and said, "What kind of profession do you have?"

Feng Dazhan then remembered that to register as a mercenary union to become a soldier, he had to go through the assessment first. He turned his head and said to Ai Ming: "Master, we must first register with a professional union, otherwise we will not be a mercenary."

Professional union? What? Ai Ming was confused. Feng Dazhan said: "In some countries, such as the Yasi Empire, people have a clear division of their functions and are eager to determine and assess their professions, so they have formed a unit that specializes in professional assessment registration, called professional union. If we want to become mercenaries, we must first go to the combat department occupation registration office there to register before we can register here. The occupations of the combat department are generally divided into magicians, warriors, priests, thieves, etc. Of course, they have a clearer classification, such as warriors, fighters, knights, etc. They all have strict levels, such as swordsmen, from low to high, and can be divided into non-primary swordsmen, intermediate swordsmen, advanced swordsmen, great swordsmen, swordsmen, great swordsmen, etc.

"Of course, don't misunderstand. The profession of swordsman does not only use sword sticks. Anyone who uses weapons and does not have mounts is collectively called swordsmen. If you subdivided it, there will be more. For example, swordsmen who use sword sticks can be divided into spiritual swordsmen, large swordsmen, heavy swordsmen, light swordsmen, crazy swordsmen, etc. according to the size and weight of the weapons used, many, many." After Feng Dazhan finished speaking, he breathed heavily. To be honest, he still hasn't figured out how many types of combat professions are.

Ai Ming heard the head was so big. Is there such trouble? Looking at Feng Dazhan suspiciously, this old guy was not fooling himself, right? He looks like he looks like. "Then let's register for a career first, where can I register?"

The wind was depressed, and it seemed that it was not intimidating. This guy was desperate to become a mercenary. "The room there is." He pointed to the inner room on the right side of the room, and above the door, there was a flag with rice ears and balances hanging. It turned out that most people who registered their professions were from the warriors. For convenience, they simply opened a room in the mercenary union.

Oh, not far away. "Let's go." Ai Ming walked away with great enthusiasm, walked a few steps, thought for a while, and turned around and shouted, "Dongmei, come here."

When the four sisters saw Ai Ming calling them, they hurried over and Dongmei said, "Master, is there anything wrong with you calling me?"

"Let's go, let's register for a career." After that, he walked towards the career union.

Registering a profession? What profession? The four sisters looked at each other and were confused and didn't understand. Do you still need to register as a maid? No way? Seeing Ai Ming had already walked into the inner room, he didn't dare to think too much, so he had to follow him in. No wonder they were strange. In the Tufang Empire, there was no such unit as a professional union or a mercenary union, so of course they didn't understand.

After a few people entered the inner room, they found that the inner room was not big, with an office desk in the corner, and there was a lazy person sitting behind him, reading a book in his hand. There was a small door next to him, and there was obviously a room inside.

"Hello, the five of them are going to register for careers." Feng Dazhan said to the clerk after walking over.

The clerk put down the book, looked at Ai Ming and others for a few glances, and said, "What profession do you want to register?"

Yes, what profession should I register? Ai Ming was just a whim and didn't consider the issue of career choice. "Butler, what do you think?"

Feng Dazhan was also stunned. After thinking for a long time, he said, "Just register a swordsman. The assessment of light swordsman is relatively simple."

Ai Ming nodded, "Is it a swordsman?" I just heard Feng Dazhan say that there seemed to be many types. Light swordsman is one of them, which means a swordsman holding a light weapon.

"Okay, please pay five yuan Blatt. This is the registration fee. Do you have to pass the level assessment? The junior swordsman assessment requires ten yuan Blatt for each person, and the assessment fee for each level upgrade is doubled." The clerk said. It means that the junior swordsman needs ten yuan Blatt for the assessment fee, the intermediate swordsman needs twenty yuan, the advanced swordsman needs for forty yuan, the great swordsman needs eighty yuan, the swordsman needs one hundred and sixty yuan, and the only free one is the great swordsman. Of course, some people are unwilling to conduct level assessment, not because they have no strength, but because they don't have money to pay the assessment fee or other reasons.

"Okay, this is 55 yuan Blatt, please keep it." Dongmei paid the money, and she also heard some smell. It seemed to be very interesting, so she automatically paid without waiting for Ai Ming's order.

The clerk took the money, wrote five chapters, handed it over, and pointed to the small door next to him: "When you come in, someone will receive you, goodbye." After that, he picked up the book and read it. Ai Ming looked sharp-eyed. He saw that the book was called "******", what does it mean? Is it very good?

Several people walked into the small door and saw that the arrangement inside and outside was exactly the same. There was also a clerk sitting behind the desk, and he was also reading a book. The book was called "Techniques for Using Whips and Candles". It was easy to work hard. He never forgot to improve his strength when working. He admired, but can a candle be used as a weapon? After handing the order to the clerk, the clerk looked at it and said, "Wait." After saying that, he left a few people and walked out. After a while, he led a large and thick man in and said, "He is your assessment instructor, Vunnard."

"Hello, it's a privilege to see you. I'm Vunnard." Vunnard shook hands with Ai Ming and said. He originally wanted to shake hands with the four sisters, but the four sisters ignored him when they saw his lustful look. "Are you ready? Are you going to start?"

So fast? Efficient, Ai Ming nodded and said, "Let's start."

Vunard took a few steps back, looked at Ai Ming and the four sisters carefully, nodded, and said, "Okay, you are all junior swordsmen now after passing the assessment." After that, he left.

It's over? Ai Ming and others were surprised. It was too outrageous to pass the assessment without fighting, right? They didn't know that anyone who could be an instructor was a mercenary, with rich fighting experience and strong eyesight. Naturally, they could see the strength of several people. Moreover, the assessment of junior swordsmen is easy to pass, and anyone who has played swords for two days can pass it easily.

"Do you still have to pass the intermediate swordsman's assessment? The clerk said next to him.

Ai Ming nodded. Since it was so easy, of course he wanted it.

"Then please pay the money first." The clerk reached out to Ai Ming.

Oh, forgot, Ai Ming signaled Dongmei to take out a hundred Brat and hand it over. The clerk took it and then took it to the outside room to get a person in. It turned out that the instructors were also divided into levels. Generally, those who were assessing junior swordsmen were intermediate swordsmen; those who were assessing intermediate swordsmen were advanced swordsmen, and so on.

The instructor didn't say much nonsense. After introducing his name, he asked Ai Ming and the other two to go to another room to select suitable weapons. The weapons in that room were full of all kinds, and they were specially prepared for those who were conducting grade assessments. This is because some people's weapons may be the kind of iron-cutting like mud. If they hold that kind of sword support, they will not show their true level.

After Ai Ming and others picked up the weapons, they walked back. The instructor led the five people to a larger room and said, "Okay, please note that the key point of the assessment is to stop. If someone is hurt, then the assessment will be cancelled and the punishment will be returned. Do you understand?" Ai Ming and others nodded. This is understandable. After all, it is just an assessment, and it is not a real fight. It is naturally not good to hurt people.

The instructor said: "Then let's start, you come first." He was referring to Ai Ming.

Ai Ming walked forward with great energy, pinched the sword severance, and waited intently. After the instructor waited for him to set up the poss, he said, "Prepare, start." After saying that, he waved the long sword in his hand, and then slashed, and stabbed towards Ai Ming with the sound of wind.

Ai Ming was startled, and the sword was so fast that he quickly rushed to fight the sword, blocking the sword that the instructor had stabbed through out of the periphery. The instructor took the sword back, shook his shoulders, and then said, "Pass the assessment, next one."

Ai Ming was very happy, it was over, it was not difficult at all. He returned to the team with a proud look, and then the four sisters Dongmei went up one by one. This time, the assessment was different from Ai Ming. After they passed dozens of moves with the instructor, the instructor announced that they passed the assessment. Ai Ming suspected that it took so long to see that the instructor saw that the four sisters were beautiful.

"Okay, now you are already intermediate swordsmen. Do you still need to conduct the assessment of advanced swordsmen?" The clerk walked up and asked.

"I want it." Ai Ming nodded. Since it was so simple, he simply kept taking the Grand Sword Master, a high-level level, and it sounded very cool. Dongmei then took out two hundred brats and handed it over. After a while, the clerk led another instructor in. The instructor's level was Grand Sword Master.

The instructor also said some nonsense until the end and started the battle, but this time it started with the four sisters, Dongmei went first.

"Are you ready?" asked the instructor. Seeing Dongmei nodding, he waved his sword and attacked him. Dongmei was calm and returned to the sword to fight back. Because the instructor's strength was strong, Dongmei's sword shook, but took advantage of the situation to chop and chop the instructor's chest. The instructor turned around, flashed the sword, and turned his body behind Dongmei at the same time...

After going back and forth like this, the two of them flew up and down for more than a hundred rounds, and they were dazzled by the sight. What was most shocking was that the instructor's sword could emit a green sword light of about an inch long, which looked very powerful.

"Stop." The instructor shouted, turned over and pushed a few steps, and Dongmei naturally stopped. The instructor smiled and looked at Dongmei. Few female swordsmen could reach this level, which was good. He nodded and said, "Very good, passed the assessment."

As soon as the instructor finished speaking, Dongmei immediately put the sword on the ground, bent down and panted. She was so tired, and her hands were sore.

The instructor paused for a while and said, "Next, you go." He pointed to Chunlan.

"Wait," the clerk came over at this time, "I'm sorry, since this sword was broken during the battle just now, I have to compensate Chenghui, ten yuan Blatt."

Everyone saw that the blade of the sword in Dongmei's hand was bumpy, obviously it was made by the fight just now. The quality of the sword was too bad, right? Ai Ming sighed and handed over the money. The uncle had nothing else, but there was money. The clerk took it with a smile, thanked him, and then walked away. There was no way, the professional union here was a little poor, so he could only find a way to earn extra money. The sword in Dongmei's hand was actually only worth five yuan Blatt.

Next, Chunlan, Xia Zhu and Qiu Ju all fought with the instructor for more than a hundred rounds, the instructor announced that all three of them had passed the assessment. Of course, the three of them were inevitably weak and had no strength to stand. At the same time, they each paid ten yuan of damage compensation for the use of Blatt's sword branch. Then, it was finally Ai Ming's turn.

The instructor did not dare to be careless because from his personal attitude, Ai Ming was obviously the leader of this group of people. His men under him were so powerful. Of course, he was almost the same, and it was not surprising that he could defeat himself. Ai Ming walked over with confidence, put his sword across and signaled that he could start. Haha, looking at Dongmei and others, he didn't expect that it would be quite difficult to pass the assessment of the advanced swordsman, but it didn't matter, they could all pass, let alone himself.

The instructor carefully circled Ai Ming. It was so amazing. This guy had a flaw in his body and was able to compete with those who could not fight martial arts. Because of this, he did not dare to attack immediately. I heard that some masters looked like they were flaws all over their bodies, but in fact those flaws were traps. If you were not careful, you would suffer a fatal blow, so it would be better to be careful.

Ai Ming remained still, followed the instructor in circles and looked at him strangely, what's wrong? Attack, what's going on? Are you upset? Get ready to go to have a meal quickly. I'm so hungry. Could this guy see how powerful he is? Haha, no, it must be like this, have the eyesight, and invite him to drink after the fight.

The instructor made up his mind, what was it? It was not a duel for life and death. Why did he be so careful? If he couldn't beat him, he wouldn't be able to beat him. Without outsiders watching him, he wouldn't be embarrassed. After thinking about it, he shook his sword, pulled the sword flower, bowed his waist, and rushed towards Ai Ming like a spring. His refreshing feeling made him almost roar. He was secretly grateful to Ai Ming. If he hadn't met such a powerful master, he would definitely not have used such martial arts. It seems that under Ai Ming's oppression, his martial arts have made great progress. He made up his mind that after the fight, he must ask the master in front of him. It is rare to have an opportunity.

The instructor suddenly woke up from his reverie, was shocked, twisted his body hard, rubbed past Ai Ming, couldn't hold back his posture, and fell to the ground with his feet.

Ai Ming looked at the instructor strangely. What is this guy doing? When he was blinded, he saw that he rushed over from him and fell. He fell down as soon as he fell, and he looked at himself in a daze. It wasn't glass, right? Look at what to look at, and then look at your eyes.

The instructor twisted his shoulder, which was sprained due to the wrong force, and looked at Ai Ming in surprise. Why didn't this guy dodge when he saw him attacking him? Was he really so confident? Do you think he could dodge it in time when the tip of the sword comes? No way? At that time, the tip of his sword was less than half an inch from his throat. If he hadn't stopped in time, his head would have been taken off by himself.

"Okay? I've passed?" Ai Ming asked, proud, you can get one without taking action. It's amazing.

No, try again. The instructor stood up, moved his shoulders, raised his sword. He didn't see this guy taking action, so he let him pass. Others would think he was letting the water go. I'll go...

"Why don't you fight back?" The instructor pointed at Ai Ming with his sword. The tip of his sword was only one tenth of an inch away from Ai Ming's neck. The cold air at the tip of the sword made Ai Ming's neck grow goosebumps.

Ai Ming reached out and scratched his head awkwardly, saying, "If you didn't pay attention, can you do it again?" So fast, his eyes blurred, and his neck was controlled by him. Not to mention, that was because he didn't pay attention.

The instructor's chin almost fell down, and he let out a few fucks, and he couldn't speak. The contrast was too big and hesitated, nodded, took a few steps back, and stood with his sword.

"Why don't you take action?" The instructor was so angry that his teeth were itchy, and his sword pointed at Ai Ming's neck again.

"This, this, I didn't pay attention, can I start over?" Ai Ming replied with a smile.

"I failed the assessment, please leave next time." The instructor turned around and left. He wanted to go home to comfort his injured heart.
Chapter completed!