"You two?" The middle-aged man looked Li and Invel over again. Seeing that they were dressed like nobles, he assumed they were merely here to try it out for fun. "Sure. The processing fee is fifty gold coins per person. Registering a mercenary group costs three hundred gold coins. Two mercenary journals, fifty gold coins each."
He then handed over two mercenary registration forms from behind the desk.
"So expensive?" Li muttered as he took the forms. He then pulled out the gold coins, counted them carefully, and handed them to the middle-aged man.
"It's not expensive." Someone suddenly leaned over from nearby. "You two are nobles, right? Hehe, the fees here are charged according to your status. Commoners might settle it with just a few gold coins, but for nobles, a few hundred gold coins is only the starting price."
Li glanced at the man. He was a young man dressed like a mercenary who often fought outside. He carried a dirty sack in his hand and wore a faint smile. "How about it, young masters? Give me some money, and I'll provide you with my services. With me around, you definitely won't get ripped off!"
Li casually glanced at the middle-aged man still seated behind the counter. The man's expression remained unchanged. "Mm, he's right."
Li smiled faintly. "No, that won't be necessary. I think the two of us would rather spend a little more. After all, this money isn't being spent for nothing. Right?"
The middle-aged man froze for a moment before nodding slightly.
Li began filling out the forms directly. What a joke—if noblemen were treated exactly the same as ordinary commoner mercenaries, the world would have been turned upside down long ago.
The barrier to becoming a mercenary was low. One did not need any