As they traveled together, Hao Ren learned that the young woman who looked like she was wandering the world alone was named Becky. In her own words, she was a free mercenary.
Free mercenaries were a martial profession that took them all over the world. They seemed to be quite common in this world. They had their own organization, but its structure was so loose that it could hardly be called an "armed group." They operated among the people and took on all kinds of work according to their abilities—although Becky had not told a stranger too much, Hao Ren guessed that these people probably handled everything from murder and robbery to finding cats for old ladies, depending on what the client paid them to do.
It sounded like an unbelievable profession. Using the logic of an Earthling, Hao Ren had thought about it for a long time but still could not figure out how these people openly existed in the real world, much less why the authorities of various countries would allow such groups to exist among the populace. But Becky was standing right in front of him, so he could only acknowledge it as a fact: perhaps this world had some special social structure that made the existence of free mercenaries possible. In any case, these people who sounded incredibly formidable really were active all over the world.
"Don't let my age fool you. I'm a Level 2 mercenary, after all. I left home to make a living when I was fourteen." Becky was a carefree girl. She was probably very confident in her own abilities, and her profession had also given her a talkative, broad-minded temperament. After confirming that Hao Ren posed no threat, she became much more loquacious. "I'm familiar with eighty percent of the places