"According to Young Master Allen's needs, I recomnd the following candidates to you." Koba snapped his fingers, and the assistant turned out the office lights, making the room much dimr. As a result, a dynamic scene appeared on the projection curtain wall that everyone was facing.
The scene seed to be the battlefield of a certain planet, filled with wolf smoke. A group of human soldiers were charging into the formation. Their opponent was the Aliens. Among them, the figure of a man was the most prominent, and the cara was always aid at him. The man's left hand had been modified to resemble a mouthful of magical artillery. From ti to ti, a dark yellow ball of Origin Energy light shot out from the muzzle of the artillery.
He was holding a giant hamr in his right hand. The black hamr was covered with yellow lines. He was extrely valiant, with his left cannon and right hamr, and almost no alien was his opponent. When the picture was frozen and enlarged, the man's appearance clearly appeared on the curtain wall. With a head of flax-colored short hair, his angular face looked solemn. His eyes were pale gray, as if the world he saw in his eyes was the gray of death!
'"This is Roy Stir. I have a good rcenary. He's a Level 17 Origin Energy, but his growth potential can at least break through to Awakened ones. What's more rare is that he's from the Roy army. However, he's a bit stubborn and offended his imdiate superior. After that, he was expelled from the army. It's worth noting that Roy has fought against the Nyms." Koba said proudly, "He has a lot of combat experience and knows how to train soldiers. I would like to recomnd him to you, Young Master Allen. He will be a good helper for you."
"I believe you, Mr. Koba. I want this man." Alan said.
"His commission is not cheap," Koba warned.
"Don't ntion it." Alan said calmly.
Seeing that he didn't even ask for the commission, Koba asked for Roy and was happy. Of course, with Misty Fire's status in the rcenary world, even if the custors didn't ask for the price, they wouldn't raise the price.
This was the minimum rule.
Next up was a tall and thin man. There was no moving picture of him, but a close-up. The man in the picture was talking about a cigarette with a look of indifference on his face. Between his fingers was a short black knife. At this mont, the scene was magnified. Alan could see soone pressing down on his spitting blood neck in the reflection of his eyes. A horrified expression appeared on his face.
'"Belmod, I'm the best at assassination. At the sa ti, this guy is also a good spy. But be careful when you're with him. This guy has a bad habit of stealing an employer's wallet. You can cut off his thieving hands, if you're faster than him." Koba laughed. He was very confident in the speed of the man in the picture.
Alan smiled and said, "Mr. Koba has recomnded a good candidate. I want this person too."
Following the introduction of a few rcenaries, these people were obviously inferior to Roy and Belmore. Koba did not recomnd it. He just introduced it one by one. Whether or not to hire it depended on Alan himself. Allen chose two of the seven or eight people. These two people were only at the average level of Level 15 in terms of combat strength. However, the two of them had experienced many battles. They were the kind of people who could lead troops to battle. They were the core talents that Allen's team needed.
Allen had hired four rcenaries here, and Koba said he would arrange for them to et Allen in Castle Ugarte within three days and sign a contract. After that, as long as Alan notified Koba before leaving, he would arrange for the four of them to report on ti. In this way, the core and core mbers of the hunting group were confird. In the end, as long as they added a portion of the soldiers to the family guards, the hunting group could officially set off.
Until then, however, an untapped colonial planet is needed and work is under way.
As Koba accompanied Alan out of the Misty Fire Pavilion, a shrill voice sounded, "Isn't this the Bescot's Young Master Alan?" Did he co to Misty Fire to prepare for the battle? Young Master Allen, the expedition to the outer realms is not like you going to the chaotic battlefield. A marshal's teacher is watching over you. Be careful of being beaten up by the planet's natives and running back, haha. "
Alan raised his head, and Diego's monstrous face smashed into his eyes. Diego was accompanied by a few teenagers of similar age, and his companions laughed together, making Diego proud.
"Let's go." Ellen said to Lucy, not intending to pay any attention to the Grant family monster.
'"Didn't Mr. Horn teach you how to respond when soone speaks to you? Isn't that the basic courtesy of a noble? Oh, of course, our Young Master Allen was raised by a wolf. It's normal that he doesn't know how to be polite." Diego stopped him.
Lucy was about to explode when she saw him bite so hard. But Alan stopped him. Alan raised his head and looked at Diego with a smile, "Politeness also depends on people. Could it be that Young Master Diego also needs to respond politely to a mad dog chasing after you? Then I can only say that Young Master Diego's cultivation is really beyond human reach."
When Koba heard this, he imdiately grinned.
Diego glared at him hatefully, but Koba didn't care. Instead, his eyes glared back. Diego subconsciously turned around and didn't want to look at Koba. The companions behind him clamored for Alan to apologize.
Diego raised his hand to signal the youths to calm down. He glanced coldly at Alan and said to Koba, "I'm here to pick soone too. Give the rcenary this guy picked. I'll give you three tis the commission."
Koba laughed, "Young Master Diego, you know the rules of the guild. Normally, we won't transfer the people the custors have chosen."
"Ten tis!" Diego gritted his teeth.
"I'm sorry, Young Master Diego. Even if you were to pay a hundred tis, Misty Fire would not do such a thing." Koba was surprisingly tough.
Diego said angrily, "Koba, don't think that Misty Fire is so amazing. Would you rather curry favor with this Bescot than offend the Grant family?"
Koba's expression turned cold. "Young Master Diego, Misty Fire respects the families of Babylon. However, if any family intends to be tyrannical, Misty Fire is not afraid. Besides, does Young Master Diego represent the Grant family?"
"You" Diego was speechless.
Koba wasn't afraid of Diego, but he didn't want to stir things up too much, so he said, "Of course, if Young Master Allen is willing to transfer it, we, Misty Fire, have no right to interfere."
Hearing this, Diego turned to Alan and said, "Anyway, you went to colonize the planet for money. Well, give the rcenaries and you can take the money."
His words were nothing more than belittling Alan, and the younger youths couldn't recognize him, so they all spoke out to ridicule him.
Alan ignored them, pulled Lucy and left.
Diego said softly, "Look, our Young Master Allen has a lot of guts. He doesn't take the money that he can cash in on. He insists on going to the Outer Realm to et a wall. Oh, right. He does have guts, but he's just a bastard."
Alan's eyes lit up.
He stopped, turned around, and smiled, "The wise man said that what is in a person's heart is what he sees. Speaking of which, I know a little about Young Master Diego's background, so I don't bla Young Master Diego for keeping his mouth shut."
Diego's birth mother ca from a lowly background. If he hadn't shown so talent in the field of sequence design, how could he have been cared for by his family now? As for his past life, it was precisely his most sensitive matter. Now that Alan had picked it out in public, his eyes imdiately spat fire and he said, "Do you dare to insult ?"
"What, is Young Master Diego planning to duel with ?" "Don't bla for not reminding you. I defeated you two years ago with three sabers. Now, I only need one saber. One saber is enough."
"Arrogant!" Diego shouted angrily, "Do you think I'm still as good as I was two years ago? Open your dog eyes and take a good look. I'm already Level 18 now!"
"So what? I even killed Saber Demon Generals on Nether Domain. Even though they are just ordinary goods." Alan sneered.
Diego was stunned, and the first few youths behind him also changed their expressions. They knew very well what the Saber Demon General ant. Even the most ordinary general was at level 20. If Alan had even killed a blade demon general, it wouldn't be difficult for him to deal with Diego, who was only at level 18.
The question was, did he really have such strength?
'"If you don't believe , do you want to give it a try? But if you lose to a second ti, perhaps Young Master Diego won't have the face to stay in Babylon anymore, right?" Ellen said calmly.
Diego's chest rose and fell sharply, showing extre anger. Alan thought that he would be challenged, but this young man cald down. He shook his head and said, "I don't have to compete with you. This isn't a child's ga. Our battlefield is sowhere else. Don't be complacent, Ellen. Very soon, you will lose badly."
He waved his hand and led everyone past Alan. "Don't let et you outside of Babylon. If I were you, I would hide in your old castle of Ugarth."
After saying that, he wanted to do it.
Ellen said unhurriedly, "I should have said that, Young Master Diego. Pray that we don't et outside Babylon. Otherwise, the Grant family may lose a future Sequence Master."
This ti, Diego only snorted, but he didn't bother with it anymore. Allen shook his head and said goodbye to Koba as he led the teenagers into another guild pavilion. However, he was very strange. In the end, Diego had already unsheathed his sword, but he kept it back alive. He did not seem like the kind of person who could endure. If even soone like him was willing to endure a temporary loss, then it could only be said that Diego did have a future.
What's going to happen to him?
(By this chapter, the characters in the Dragon Cloak Pavilion had basically co out.)
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