Crown of Chaos

The next morning, the Ferrara adventure group, which had replenished their supplies, set foot on the road to Susar together with Aaron and Eleanor.

The aloof priest lady changed back into the priest's robe that she had already washed, put on a mask and returned to her original state. Since she had analyzed the Ferrara adventure group with Aaron, the priest lady was naturally unwilling to go with this group of cunning and cunning people. People with low moral bottom lines communicate more.

However, Ferrara and Montero seemed to realize that Aaron was really easy to get along with, and they seemed to be attracted by his charismatic charm. Within a few minutes of the group coming out, Ferrara came to Aaron and used words that all men know. He asked in a tone of voice: "How is it? My Lord Viscount, are you done?"

The mercenary leader winked his right eye. He looked a little funny. Judging from his age, he should be in his thirties, maybe forty, but no matter how old the mercenary leader was, as long as he was not old enough to have lost that There are only a few topics that mercenaries like to discuss, such as men and women, life, money and various gossips.

"You just randomly find a bunny girl to accompany you as a bartender in a large hotel in Zambia, and stuff a few gold coins into your pants afterwards, right?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, raised the corners of his mouth, and spread his hands in a very familiar manner. : Is there any mistake? She is not the pastor of the fire-haired lady! She won't give me any money! "

"Hahahahahahahaha!" The mercenaries, who were all pricking up their ears to hear the "good news" from Lord Viscount, collectively burst into laughter. The bright spring field road was filled with joyful air everywhere.

"She can only take that war hammer, come here and give it a gentle blow, and help you end this problem once and for all." Aaron then smiled and said: "If you want to try it, I'll go tell Miss Eleanor, it's everyone My favorite free service!”

The mercenaries could no longer laugh now, especially the wanderer from before. He subconsciously tightened his legs.

Miss Priest also picked up the war hammer and turned it twice in her hand.

Aaron and Eleanor looked at each other, and it was basically certain that through this cooperation, Ferrara and others would no longer talk about the things between them.

Otherwise, this kind of thing will never end once it starts.

"Okay, okay, but my Lord Viscount, you are more innocent than I thought. Have you ever had an emotional experience that is unbearable to look back on? Or do you already have a fiancée? I don't think so." Ferrara immediately brought up the second topic. He glanced at Aaron's finger and found his family ring on his index finger.

When this topic came up, the pastor couldn't help but concentrate and listen carefully.

"It's not that there are people who want to be a viscountess, but unfortunately, as a viscount, I am only qualified to participate in the Kingdom Conference in Susar every year." Aaron laughed at himself: "After understanding my situation, I naturally left gradually. , after all, I am the last generation of Viscount Salian."

"Your Excellency..." Ferrara asked hesitantly. It could be seen that he was really interested in Aaron's family affairs. After all, he had heard some things about Aaron before from the hotel owner and others: "Your Excellency's My father is an earl?”

"No, my grandfather is an earl." Aaron sneered and snorted: "Because of the unfavorable battle in the Tukan invasion, I was deprived of the title by His Highness Assan IV. I am the only one left in the family who is still in the Purple Dragon Knights. My father, who served in the army, retained a title of viscount, and the rest of the tribe not only could not have the surname Salian, but they were all exiled to Guangze in the east. If you are coming from Zambia, you should have passed there."

"That's not a good place. Oh my god, lucky lady, I hope they are safe and sound." Montero interjected. The deputy mercenary leader was still interested: "But why are you the last Salian?"

"Huh~huh~" Aaron continued to snort, but did not say why.

Ferrara glared at Montero. The smart mercenary leader knew when enough was enough.

"Because in Cormyr, marquis, viscount, and baron are all subordinate titles. They are attached to the superior title. Marquis is attached to duke, viscount is attached to earl, and baron is attached to baron. This kind of title cannot be inherited and is limited to the person himself. Hold it while you are alive." Unexpectedly, the pastor lady made up for it. She said lightly: "The son of the Viscount cannot be the Viscount, so naturally the position of the Viscountess is not that attractive."

Aaron twitched the corners of his mouth, and he stared at the pastor lady maliciously.

Are you trying to undermine me?

Who told you to do bad things last night...last night! The pastor's lips made several mouth movements, and a blush flashed on her face.

It seems that the priest lady is not a complete saint, she also has a little revenge.

This way, better! Aaron chuckled inwardly.

As Slaanesh said, I'm not afraid of you crying or laughing, I'm afraid you won't cry or laugh!

The distance from the Callan Hotel to Susar is not very far. As long as the journey is not delayed, they will be able to reach the city of Susar at three or four in the afternoon and enter the capital of Cormyr.

Ferrara and the others gradually relaxed at this time. They were approaching the relatively prosperous areas of the kingdom. There were fewer and fewer forests on both sides of the road, more and more farmland, more and more sentries, and many villages themselves could be seen. Organized patrols were present in the neighborhood.

In the country, monsters are densely populated, and there are countless races and creatures in mountains, forests, grasslands, swamps, rivers, and wilderness. Each of them may threaten human survival, so any village will organize its own villagers. Self-defense forces and patrols to ensure law and order.

Unlike most other countries in the kingdom, Cormyr has a powerful army and a luxurious group of war mages. People in this kingdom are proud to be Cormyrians. When the village is attacked, they can Feel free to wait for support from Cormyr's army.

It was just that the catastrophe two years ago and the goblin war a few months ago not only caused the Cormyrs to lose their beloved king, but also greatly weakened the kingdom's army. Therefore, the village's defense has been greatly strengthened in recent days, and the villagers Be especially wary of outsiders.

Aaron's presence greatly solved this problem. As long as they saw the purple dragon emblem on his burqa, the villagers' reaction was to sigh in relief and greet them with a smile on their face.

Ferrara and Montero also kept smiling on their faces. Aaron really saved them a lot of trouble. Even the people sent out to investigate could be saved and they could just walk along the main road.

"You've told me, let's talk about you, Mr. Ferrara, what about you? Are you at least twice my age? Why don't you consider this issue?" Aaron met Ferrara and Mr. Montero He was interested in himself, so he took the initiative to change the topic.

"Lord Viscount, just call me Ferrara." The mercenary leader touched his beard and sighed: "I am an adventurer, an adventurer. Is it too extravagant to consider starting a family and marrying a wife?"

"I know that some mercenaries can buy an identity after retirement and serve as patrol members or town guards." Ferrara pointed to a few young people patrolling under the leadership of two veterans not far away: "But I guess Lord Viscount knows very well that most of these positions are reserved for local retired adventurers, forget it for someone like me who comes from out of town... Moreover, this is not the life I want."

"What is the life you want?" Aaron became interested.

Ferrara's strength is a second-level elite warrior. Although warriors are a bad job in the country, Ferrara has elite strength and can already find a place to be a patrol leader or a town guard.

In the country, professional levels are roughly divided into four levels.

The first level is generally considered to be novice adventurers. They are still mastering the characteristics of their profession, the basics of entry-level professions, and exploring the path they should take. They are collectively called the apprentice level. If they encounter a battle, what they can solve is Small trouble near a farmhouse or village.

The current Aaron and the former war mage apprentice Hicks are both apprentice-level.

Mortals at the second level have begun to become unique. Non-spellcasters have begun to master considerable combat skills. Spellcasters have gradually begun to master three-ring magic, such as fireball and lightning. They have begun to have the ability to solve crises in towns, cities and even some small countries. Ability, they are collectively referred to as elite level.

Ferrara, Montero, Miss Priest and the female barbarian Asha are at this level.

It is worth mentioning that the strength of professionals at this level has begun to expand, and part-time jobs or "sub-professions" have begun to appear.

Mortals of the third level have reached a state far beyond the mediocre masses, and are even more skilled among the group of adventurers. Many spellcasters will obtain 6-level spells. Such spells can already achieve many extraordinary effects. Non-spellcasters can also achieve more amazing actions while attacking. These powerful adventurers face those who threaten a country or even a country. things in a region.

They are collectively known as the Master Class.

The possible gap between master-level and master-level professionals is greater than the gap between normal people and Kamen Riders.

The fourth level is the famous legends. Their every move can determine the future of a continent or even the multiverse.

The gap between legends is wider than the gap between normal people and Ultraman.

However, the four levels are not insurmountable. For example, if they fight now, Aaron is very confident that he can defeat Ferrara.

Because he was a spellcaster and Ferrara knew nothing about him.

Even Aaron is not afraid of close combat. Even a truly well-trained Master will not be afraid of close combat.

"I just want this kind of life, making a lot of money, eating a lot of meat, completing commissions one after another, and roaming around the country." Ferrara said nonchalantly: "When you have money, go to the tavern and order a partridge or a flamingo." , quail, black water chicken, skylark, egret, in short, anything will do. If not, maybe a piece of deer steak and minced meat. I will also eat three pieces of cream cake, and a glass of hot gin to drink with Guangze The finest death cheese in there.”

"Very good, Mr. Ferrara, your menu is already comparable to a king's dinner." Aaron nodded: "I don't even eat as well as you at home."

"If I wasn't a mercenary, how could I afford such a meal? How much money could I get from being a guard in a town?" Ferrara said with disdain, "Let's go on this trip. You can earn one or two hundred gold coins at the minimum, and if you travel a few times a year, won’t you be able to eat the king’s dinner a few times?”

"But this way... you haven't considered..." Eleanor couldn't help but speak, the pastor's tone was unclear.

"Hey, as mercenaries in our profession, don't we just want to be free and have fun?" Ferrara spread his hands indifferently: "One vote is one vote, and you will be killed, so who cares so much? "

"Of course I can retire on my own, but I have so many brats under me. They all follow me and entrust their lives to me. What will they do if I run away?" The mercenary leader patted his chest cheerfully: "I will keep doing it until I can't do it anymore."

These desperadoes have no idea how precious life is!

The pastor gave up her persuasion.

The Church of Our Lady of Silver has a good habit of never forcing others.

Aaron thought differently.

This is a group of freelance handymen and desperadoes. As long as they can make money, they are willing to do anything, and their income is obviously many times higher than that of ordinary town guards. Aaron is not even sure that he, the viscount, has come from Europe in a year. Can the 800 gold lion coins received by the Beszil royal family keep up with the income of the Ferrara Adventure Group in one and a half years?

Of course, the ridiculously high returns are compounded by extraordinary loss rates.

According to the authoritative data of Candlekeep scholars: 20% of adventurers end their adventure careers due to death and disability after their first adventure. If there are experienced players, this number will be lower, but not too low.

It is true that the commissions for adventurers are high, but the risks that adventurers have to bear are also great. Nobles and various employers can justifiably publish tasks in the adventuring guild towns, and invitations do not require food, accommodation, or anything else. Welfare benefits, self-paying for medical expenses, no need for pensions and funeral expenses in the event of death, and no penny compensation after a failed mission, the adventurers went to work hard for their lives.

It's really a bit of a steal.

Even a country like Cormyr with a strong royal power and an elite army is reluctant to part with these cheap thugs, let alone other countries and the chaotic alliance of northern lords.

Of course, adventurers are often different from adventurers.

Aragorn, son of Arathorn, chieftain of the Dundain, King of Elisa, Boromir, son of Denethor II, regent of Gondor, Prince Gimli of the Dwarves, cousin of Dane Ironfoot, King of the Lonely Mountain, Prince Lago of the Woodland Lars and these guys are also adventurers.

The people in Ferrara are also risk takers.

The two sides obviously cannot equate themselves.

What is discussed here is only the general situation of the latter, who have no fixed residence, no long-term goals, and rely entirely on commissions, wars, trade, and adventures (which often include robbery and murder) to make a living.

As for the psalms that the bards said about finding ancient treasures and obtaining artifacts, the entire team made a fortune easily, and the protagonist married a young, beautiful, gentle and considerate princess, became a king in one step, and reached the pinnacle of life.

Heh↑heh↑.

It cannot be said that this is not the case at all.

Didn’t the pavilion chief of Surabaya and the monk of Fengyang also produce emperors?

Aaron found himself looking at things from an almost cold-blooded perspective.

Is this aristocratic logic?

"Mr. Ferrara, I am a warlock, but due to family inheritance, I also have some part-time skills as a warrior." Aaron made his request: "You are a veteran who has been in this business for twenty years. Now that I am an elite warrior, I would like to ask, if I plan to go on adventures or go on field missions frequently in the future, is there anything you can teach me?"

"Oh? The noble Viscount Cormilsalian would actually ask me, the mercenary leader, for advice?" Ferrara was really surprised now.

"The sage once said that the wisdom of adventurers is infinite." Aaron smiled, his attitude was very sincere: "It is always good to listen."

Once again his charisma worked.

"In this case, I have to talk about the adventures of Zambia's veteran warrior, Ferrara."

Updated.

The protagonist is really just an apprentice-level rookie at the moment.

But rookies can also be very strong!