A group of people sat dejectedly in the Mercenary Association's lounge, waiting for Becky to return after handling the final step of the registration. After a long silence, Nangong May still couldn't resist nudging Hao Ren's arm. "Landlord, I think it's not too late for us to change our name."
Hao Ren stared miserably at the few documents in his hands. He had spent nearly an hour wrestling with those registration forms, and now he didn't want to move a muscle. "If you want to change it, go ahead. I really can't think of any more names. Pure numbers aren't allowed, special symbols aren't allowed, the names of Horleta's government officials, royal family, administrative institutions, and actual place names aren't allowed. Even 'Oh My God, This Works Too' has already been taken. What else do you think we can name ourselves?"
Vivian clutched her head. "But we can't really call ourselves 'All the Good Names Are Taken by Dogs,' can we? I think it would be so embarrassing to say it out loud."
The Bloodkin girl, who had always prided herself on her noble lineage, felt that she was experiencing one of the greatest stains on her life—one of them, at least. From today onward, she was the chief Battle Mage of the "All the Good Names Are Taken by Dogs" Mercenary Company. It made her want to dig a hole and bury Hao Ren in it. That wretched name was his idea.
"But the amazing thing is that this name can actually be used," Lily was the only person there without the slightest psychological burden. She even felt that the name gave her a strangely glorious feeling. "I thought they would definitely reject it on the grounds that obscure words weren't allowed, but they actually let us register it.