The Mercenary Guild!
Across the entire 80,000-square-kilometer Southern Wilderness County of the Kingdom of Arthur, there were only two Mercenary Guilds. One was in Ignatz City, the largest and most prosperous city in the Southern Great Wilderness, with a population of over a hundred thousand.
The other was in the third-largest city. That's right, it was in the City of Abundance.
As for the second-largest city, Wuzhong Port—sorry, it was a military port, and no commercial establishments were allowed there.
The Mercenary Guild wasn't nearly as mysterious as Renard had imagined. In fact, it was more like a tavern—or rather, a larger tavern—with one small difference: people could accept and post jobs there.
The City of Abundance wasn't particularly prosperous, so there weren't many jobs here. Fortunately, there were just as few registered mercenaries.
"That one, that one, that one, and that one." Colliver pointed out several jobs in succession, all of them high-difficulty assignments that involved fighting. The mercenaries around them turned to stare.
"So it's Colliver. What's gotten into him?" "Who cares? If he can't finish them, it's not like they'll take your money." "I just think he's getting stranger and stranger. Who's that kid following him?"
Renard had planned to get a mercenary license of his own, but Colliver stopped him. "Why waste your money? Tell me which job you want, and I'll take it for you."
Renard was speechless. "Damn! You can do that?"
"Why not?" Colliver said, as if it were obvious. He pointed to the side. "There are people over there who make a living doing exactly that."
Following his gaze, Renard saw several ordinary adventurers surrounding a registered mercenary, chattering away. "Sixteen copper coins, tops. I can't pay any more."
"No." The mercenary shook his head impassively. "Twenty copper coins is the going