Southwest of the imperial capital Vatican, there is the largest mercenary bazaar in Yaris, with a total of three floors.

The morning sun was very bright, but it was obscured by the dark rubble. Each of the muscular mercenaries roughly placed their weapons on the ground. Some even spread a piece of cloth and sat cross-legged on the ground in front of them.

A price tag was erected with the cost of "one order" marked on it.

Of course, this "order" can be divided into different sizes.

The money for escorting supplies, acting as a thug, and becoming a personal bodyguard is all very different, and this is clearly marked on the price tag.

Of course, there are also warlocks. Most of them hold a magic book in their hands, which records various warlocks and magic words.

Most warlocks have just graduated from middle and lower magic schools and are not very proficient in using magic. They want to use this to familiarize themselves with their magic skills and make some extra money.

Very naturally, the mercenary market is divided into two parts from left to right, with warlocks on the left and mercenaries on the right. After all, many mercenaries don't care much about their appearance, and their hormonal auras are all over them.

The top of the head is lingering, making people twitch their noses.

It's still early in the morning, and there aren't many employers. There are only a few builders here who specialize in recruiting temporary workers to pull people to move things.

Not many people are willing to go, and the daily salary is only sixty copper coins. Besides, it is very boring, and no one wants to chat. After all, if you don't keep doing it, your salary will be deducted. I usually take care of lunch and dinner, starting at 8 a.m.

to 7 p.m., with a one-hour lunch break in between.

It's not a pleasure to be with those smelly workers, so only mercenaries who are weak to a certain level will go there to do odd jobs.

The Mercenary Hiring Fair is not a project set up by the government, but an institution founded by a group of powerful, boring, and wealthy warlocks and magic knights.

Although this may pose a certain threat to the monarch, it also provides a lot of job opportunities and gives some people who have insufficient food a potential place to live.

After all, some poor people can't even pay the rent, so they have to come to places like this to find a place to rest.

Of course, the environment in the market is not much better. It is just kept clean and tidy for viewing. You can't smoke out the employer...

As for this bottom floor, it is where the weakest warriors or those who cannot afford the stall fees rest, and where employers must pass.

This is of course the preferential treatment given to them by the current market mayor. The people at the bottom are of course the first to be selected, which can greatly increase their probability of being hired and reduce the possibility of overkill.

The stalls on the second floor require payment, and are much cleaner and more spacious than those on the ground floor. There is no peculiar smell. All the mercenaries and warlocks here have names and have a certain reputation in the mercenary world. They are usually luxurious.

The targets of wealthy businessmen's robbery, some handsome mercenaries even received warm hospitality from some wealthy old women...

They have no shortage of "lists". Most of their stalls are vacant, with only reservation signs showing their identity.

The third floor...is the exclusive office of the current market mayor, William Doyle.

As a mercenary with five magic patterns, he naturally has his pride.

He willingly took up the post of mayor.

Firstly, he was not bound by national responsibilities. Secondly, he felt that these mercenaries really needed a leader. Thirdly...

He liked this feeling of being surrounded by stars.

Let’s not talk about the monthly salary paid to him by the government in cooperation with him. The snow-like invitation alone can make him lie down and swim in a bathtub full of gold coins.

William seemed to have little energy today, lying on the mahogany desk and sleeping softly.

His sword was tilted casually to the side, and the magic power on it exploded outwards, but was sucked back by the sword in time, and so on.

His chest rose and fell slightly, and the newly shaved beard on his chin seemed to be showing signs of growing out.

Suddenly, there were wrinkles between his brows, his breathing was messed up, his body tensed up in an instant, he kicked the chair under his butt with his heel, waved his right hand in vain, and the silver sword jumped into his hand.

"Hogg, why are you here?" His voice was cold. Even though the man in front of him only had four magic lines, his fighting power should not be underestimated.

"Oh...my old friend..." Hogg's voice seemed to be trembling a little, not sure if it was because of fear or what.

"Fuck you old friend, say it quickly and fart quickly!"

Hogg changed his attitude and stood solemnly in front of William.

"Sorry, all mercenaries here must obtain a mercenary work certificate printed by the government, including you, Mr. William."

"..."

William's eyes suddenly darkened, and his lower and upper jaw shifted angrily from left to right.

It is clear that the freedom we have fought hard to win...

"His Majesty Ivanni was assassinated by the Merlin Cult, and now Charles takes the throne."

"Well!"

William was stunned, swallowed his saliva, and stuck it there like a stick.

"I didn't hear clearly just now..."

"Now Charles comes to the throne."

boom!

His legs were weak, and William sat back on the velvet chair weakly and dejectedly.

The ray of sunlight that slanted in from the window happened to shine on William's forehead, making it look even paler.

"You..." William sighed.

He retreated.

Even the mercenaries with five magic patterns cannot defeat a large group of well-trained magic knights with two magic patterns.

This is the fact, it's cruel.

"Okay." He said.

"I have informed the mercenaries downstairs. Like you, they all agree with His Majesty Charlie's decision." Hogg smiled brightly and turned to leave.

"Ho...ho..."

When! When is this...

Is this really what the Merlin Cult did...

That guy Charlie takes the throne!

Why let a madman take the throne!

"Damn...damn!" He slammed the table in front of him.

The table was innocent, but it had to bear the gift from the sky, so naturally it broke into two halves with a click.

He quickly walked downstairs and found that there was no one there. It was empty. He must have been forced by the army to go to the city hall to apply for a certificate...

Chilling...

"Alas..." At this time, William must be optimistic, optimistic, and more optimistic.

You just need to apply for a certificate, right?

...

The city hall was very lively and noisy, and the smell of the mercenaries' sweat was so strong that it made people want to vomit.

William was stunned for a moment, looking at a magic pattern that gradually faded away on the back of his hand, and stared blankly at a small card in his hand, with a psychedelic light flashing on it.

It says: You need to complete one week of military service within one year.

Remaining time: 0.

Additional deduction period: seven days.

"If you lose this certificate, it will cost one silver coin to replace it. Please keep it carefully." The civil servant on the side was wearing a suit and wiping the sweat on his neck with a white handkerchief. This sense of oppression was indeed unbearable.

"Okay... okay." He swallowed and stood up. The thick muscles in his legs made the chair creak.

Somehow, he felt like he had lost something deep inside.

That powerlessness...that worry.

And the feeling of humiliation and loss of freedom.

Even an eagle cannot fly high if it is shackled.

Maybe, this is just an illusion on his part.

"Why, why! Why should I serve in the military for one month every year!" Not far away, a heartbreaking roar came from far and near, scaring William's muscles to tremble.

"Wha, what..."

"Don't mention it, I also have twenty-four days of military service..."

"Hey, hey, I only have thirteen days, and one day has been deducted!"

"I..." William whispered to himself softly.

He smiled in relief.

Even a little gloating.

At this moment, the whole country is shaking, some are protesting, some are crying, and some are laughing.

Of course, the biggest concern is still worry and fear.

They didn't know what other crazy things the "King Charles" who now took office would do.

Everyone has clearly heard the declaration he made in public speeches——

"I don't like orcs. This kind of creature is not worthy of being called a human being. If it were me, I would let these nondescript creatures get out of our country and give us a holy land. From my point of view, Rubis is

The territory of our Yaris——"

As for the rest of this...no need to say more.
Chapter completed!