No Minors Allowed

In the end, Reyek accepted the task. After seeing off his old friend from the Coastal Country, he stopped by the Mercenary Guild hall.

Just as Luo Na had expected, the three-hundred-thousand-gold-coin reward for the Holy Spirit championship on the Spellcaster Forum had completely ignited the mercenaries who risked their lives for money.

"Holy Spirit? Isn't that the Magic Web game my son plays? Are you sure it isn't some deathmatch tournament with the same name?"

"It's that game on the Magic Web called Holy Spirit."

The doubts were quickly drowned out by the sound of raised cups and celebration throughout the mercenary tavern. At that moment, these mercenaries seemed immersed in fantasies of winning three hundred thousand gold coins and reaching the pinnacle of life.

"Damn it! A game costs five gold coins?"

"If you don't buy it, you won't even get a chance to register!"

"Does anyone here want to form a team?"

Reyek silently watched the lively scene inside the Mercenary Guild. Such scenes were extremely common after bounties for large-scale joint campaigns were posted.

Perhaps, in these mercenaries' eyes, simply playing a game was far easier than fighting in the wilderness with blades pressed to their throats.

"That Chaos Demon Joshua really is a shrewd businessman."

Luo Na's gaze swept across the mercenaries who, egged on by their companions, gritted their teeth and spent five gold coins to buy the game Warcraft.

This sight could be seen everywhere in the Mercenary Guild hall. Spend five gold coins for a return sixty thousand times greater—anyone would want to take that gamble...

Yet no one considered just how slim that possibility was.

Most mercenaries were gamblers.

"A businessman? Isn't he someone who makes movies?" the archer said.

Luo Na ignored the archer's foolish question and looked directly at