774. Chapter 774 Trickery

Mercenary Guild.

This was a massive two-story building. The first floor held round tables and chairs, offering wine and meat. A huge notice board hung in the center of the hall, covered with all sorts of temporary commissions.

From simple requests to find people or lost items to bodyguard and escort jobs, everything was clearly listed.

Of course, there were also disreputable jobs such as assassinations. Though not permitted openly, such commissions were still made in secret.

Adventurers—or mercenaries—were originally a lawless bunch who wielded power. As long as the payment was high enough, there was nothing they would not dare to do.

On the second floor, inside the president's office.

Herak watched the scene below with great satisfaction.

But at that moment, the corner of his eye caught sight of a group of people, and his mood immediately soured.

A man in finely tailored cloth robes strode proudly into the Mercenary Guild, followed by several slaves carrying heavy burlap sacks.

Bang!

The sacks landed heavily on the commission desk. Through their open mouths, stacks upon stacks of iron shells could be seen.

The surrounding mercenaries cast Greed-filled looks at them, but quickly reined themselves in.

That was because the visitor represented the City Lord's Manor. He was the clerk of the current knight, Winston, and his name was Cicero.

He glanced around, a smug smile on his fat face. "I've brought the deposit for the previous commission... Is the Mercenary Guild not accepting the monster-subjugation job?"

"Damn it!"

Herak gripped the hilt of the shortsword at his waist, wishing he could go down and kill the man.

"Father, that would be useless. It would only put us at a disadvantage..."

Jupiter, who had hurried over, held Herak back. "My teacher taught me a method. Let me handle this."

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