Noble Emblem

Although Monica had an expression of "I'll think about it again", she also conducted a very strict assessment on this young mercenary team, which made the young people in this team lose their confidence.

But in the end, Monica agreed to recruit them: "Although you are not capable, have insufficient experience, and do not cooperate enough, I can see that you are very enthusiastic, which I like better. If you are willing, we will Sign the contract."

This young mercenary team of seven people burst into cheers of carnival.

The fledgling mercenary team has two directions to go.

One is to go directly to the mercenary union to pick up the task. Even though he was inexperienced, he still charged bravely. After a bloody encounter, either the mercenary team was disbanded, or after a large number of people were replaced, the mercenary team evolved into a mercenary group. The survival rate with this method is a bit low.

The second method has a much higher survival rate, which is to find a big shot, embrace his thigh, and join his command. Earn a fixed salary, slowly practice your skills, understand the affairs of the mercenary world, and find out the intelligence of the outside world. Occasionally complete the tasks assigned by the big shots, and in your free time, you can also take on some simple tasks to train the team members. After a few years of this, a mature mercenary team will be formed.

However, generally big shots train their own teams and know the basics. Both parties have relatively high levels of trust and loyalty, and rarely recruit people directly from outside.

Therefore, although mercenaries all like the second route, it is a pity that only about 1% of mercenary teams can find suitable, long-term employers. Most mercenary teams sign short-term contracts.

And it's the kind of contract that's treated as cannon fodder.

The members of the mercenary team began to rush around and arrange the signing. Now that I have a master, I naturally have to be more diligent. The other thing is that they want to leave a good impression on Monica.

The very beautiful and young mistress is also an archbishop... If she is blind and falls in love with him, wouldn't it be a profit? It would save me decades of struggle.

With a few diligent and capable young men running errands, the signing of the contract was completed in less than a few minutes.

Putting the contract away, Monica pointed at Beta and said: "This is your second person in charge. If there is an emergency when I am not present, his words are equal to mine. Do you understand?"

The seven young people looked at Beta with slight hostility in their eyes. This is not the kind of hostility with bad intentions, it is simply the hostility of young people seeing their 'love rival'.

Beta has seen this look a lot.

He has a large number of young pastors under his command. Although most of them admire him very much, they often show such expressions.

Who told him to take over Shirley, Emma, ​​Judy and other top beauties?

Man himself is a rather contradictory creature, and it is not strange to have admiration and hostility towards someone at the same time.

In this way, the instinctive hostility to female love is not a big deal. As long as it can be controlled, it is normal.

After recruiting her new team, Monica took them to the church in the northwest to hand over positions.

The holy city of the God of Life is very large. The area in the northwest suburbs is roughly equivalent to a small city, with a population of nearly 600,000.

When Monica appeared at the door of the church, the two temple guards guarding her looked at her with rather unfriendly eyes.

They knew who was coming, but it was precisely because they knew that they acted like this.

This is the rule no matter which religion, a temple controls the activities of all surrounding believers, receives their 'donations', and their beliefs.

The handover of positions means that they can no longer stay here. Although they are guards, as long as they rely on the temple, they can still get good benefits and can scrape a lot of money from the believers.

And as they leave, all this will become a thing of the past, the good days will no longer exist, and they may even face the risk of being 'unemployed'.

As the saying goes, cutting off someone's wealth is like killing one's parents. It's strange that these guards can look good on Monica.

Entering the temple, he saw an old archbishop taking care of his rituals.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, the old man turned around and looked at Monica up and down for a while.

And Monica was also looking at him.

This old man is very old, and his eyelids almost cover his pupils. Based on the common sense that professionals can live a long time, Monica estimated that he should be at least over a hundred years old, but the vitality in the other person's body is still very strong, much stronger than that of ordinary young people.

"Are you the new Archbishop, and the only female Archbishop?" The old man's voice was quite indifferent, and there was even a hint of displeasure in it: "You'd better be careful."

When Monica heard this nonsense, she immediately became a little angry: "Archbishop Rofesl, what do you mean?"

"literal meaning."

There was a smile on the corner of the old man's mouth, and then he waved his hand, took several of his men, and asked them to leave with a salute.

Monica squinted as she watched Rofesl leave. She stood quietly for a while, not knowing what she was thinking.

Not long after, Harriman, the captain of the Hotel California team, walked in from outside. He said to Monica: "Master, the old man took all the guards away."

"It's normal." Monica looked at the empty church with a smile on her face: "Go and see what else is left in this church and make a list for me."

The team immediately took action, running around in the huge church.

At this time, Monica asked Beta: "Why do you have to recruit these young people? They are not strong and well connected, so it will be difficult to support this church."

"But it's better than the so-called 'veterans' you recruited." Beta explained: "Those veterans don't know what their intentions are, and they don't know if they are people from other forces. Their composition is very complicated. As a new leader, you Archbishop, your background is too bad. If you mess around, you will only be taken advantage of. You are living under someone else's roof now, not in the palace a few years ago."

"Yes, there is quite a difference." Monica smiled bitterly: "At that time, I was a princess and a shadow queen. Now I am just a powerless archbishop. And I am also a weak beauty."

Beauty is real, but weakness is not necessarily so.

Although now Monica is by his side, acting very harmless. But if someone really offended her, that person would definitely die miserably where Beta couldn't see it.

Thinking of this, Beta remembered that the three mercenaries from before had disappeared.

Beta didn't know where they disappeared to.

After looking around, Beta felt that there was nothing wrong with him, so he said, "You can handle the affairs of this church by yourself. I'll go out for a walk."

"What are you going to do?" Monica stared.

There is a vague air in these words that a wife is asking her husband if he wants to go out and fool around. Beta rolled her eyes helplessly: "It seems I don't need your consent. I just mentioned it to you."

oh!

Monica hooked her smooth chin with her little finger, looking very embarrassed.

Beta turned around, waved to her, and walked out of the church.

It was afternoon, and the flow of people on the streets in the northwest district was obviously not as good as in the center of the city. And compared to several other areas in the Holy City, there seems to be a gap.

Walk casually on the street and eat snacks occasionally. By late afternoon, he had seen four fights in the streets, one involving weapons.

Beta has been just watching and not helping anyone.

Because in these four fights, it was impossible to tell which side was good and which side was bad. Both sides looked vicious, and it was mostly dark forces fighting each other.

By evening, Beta took action.

A woman with average appearance was dragged into the alley by two big men while screaming. There were many pedestrians around, but everyone acted as if they didn't see him, and instead sped away.

Beta followed them to the alley and watched quietly.

The two burly women pressed against the wall, and when they were about to take action, they saw Beta and said extremely unhappy: "You bastard, get out of here."

When the woman saw Beta, she struggled hard and shouted for help.

Beta followed a few steps closer and looked at them.

The two big men were a little wary when they looked at Beta's dress and the long sword at his waist. One of them said: "Boy, don't come here to seek death. We are members of the Black Fox Gang. This side of the western suburbs is under our control."

"Black Fox Gang? Is it very powerful?" Beta asked curiously: "Your leader must be very fierce."

"Of course." One of them said: "Our boss chopped up a family of sixteen just a few days ago and threw them into the pig farm as feed. There are always a dozen or so people who are not afraid of death who will change every month. The pig manure will make the pigs white and tender, and they will be ready for slaughter in less than half a year.”

Beta said oh.

"Boy, get out of here before we get angry."

Beta nodded slightly: "Yes, very good. The first target to establish power has been found. So sometimes a woman is very lucky. Just walking around can help her find the chess pieces that can open up the situation."

The big man holding the woman felt something was wrong when he heard this, and asked sternly: "Boy, what do you mean?"

Beta said nothing, and the sword flashed. Two big heads fell to the ground.

The woman screamed and ran out of the alley.

Beta then went to the pub and came out about half an hour later. Two silver coins revealed the situation of the Black Fox Gang. To spy on such a small black force, there is no need to use the power of the mercenary union or the assassins union.

Moreover, the fees charged by these two unions are also very expensive.

Beta is not short of money, but frugality is still a good habit.

Back in the church in the West End, Monica looked at him dissatisfied: "We are working hard here to clean the church, but it would be better for you to play outside until dark before coming back."

Beta looked at her sideways: "Why do I feel like you are like my mother?"