Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first? Chapter 721 - Capítulo 721: 97 Joining

Capítulo 721: Chapter 97 Joining

“Actually, whether or not you have a gun doesn’t really matter,” Aske said. “Skeletons fear close combat, ghosts fear spells, the Blood Clan fears being surrounded, and Corpse Witches fear sniping. Firearms are only sowhat effective against Corpse Witches, and it would have to be a high-fire-rate and high-penetration sniper rifle at that. Regular firearms can’t hit them.”

“You’re wrong,” the leading Bull rcenary shook his head and raised a finger, saying, “What all Undead Spirits fear the most, regardless of their race, is…”

He intentionally drew out his voice, waiting for Aske to ask what it was.

However, Aske didn’t ask but just looked at him with his arms folded, a curious expression on his face. Annoyed, the Bull rcenary said:

“Undead Spirits only fear ‘Macho.'”

Aske: ???

Macho, a term from the Iberian Peninsula dialect, when translated into Chinese, has a very vivid aning, referred to as “tough guy.”

“Undead Spirits only fear tough guys,” the Bull rcenary said, showing off his muscular arm as if demonstrating his prowess. “Whether they are skeletons, ghosts, Blood Clan or Corpse Witches, only a real tough guy can defeat them.”

“Look at those toothpick-thin arms of yours. Can you lift a Great Sword? Can you hold up a Shield? Even if there was a skeleton right here, could you chop at it? Could you withstand an attack and not be killed by it?”

“It sounds like you have quite a bit of experience dealing with Undead Spirits,” Aske said with a slight smile. “I can handle both Great Swords and Shields just fine. Perhaps I can join you?”

He was, of course, aware of the temperant of the Nobles and Lords of this world: they certainly looked down on rcenaries with contempt.

For instance, Thira’s grandfather, Apilius, had said that being a rcenary was a futureless profession, wandering holess and living off wars in various places, and sooner or later they would be rejected by the Lords of those places.

Lords only considered rcenaries as a temporary source for supplenting military forces. Once the military construction within their territories was complete, they would view rcenaries as a nace to public security and a serious concern… It was quite an insightful statent.

Since the Bull rcenary Group had said that the City Lord was currently only recruiting noble Knights from various places, his attitude had already made it clear:

Valencia City was now self-sufficient and had not fallen to the point of relying mainly on rcenaries as the military force.

Therefore, even if The Azure Longsword had certification from the Church Court, going to see the City Lord would probably not bring any benefits. Keep in mind, the Bull rcenary Group is also a support force sanctioned by the Church Court! However, by the tone of this Bull rcenary, it seed he also held so resentnt towards the City Lord and the Knights, revealing what might have beco obvious.

This small team from the Bull rcenary Group didn’t know the stranger they had just exchanged a few brief words with could guess with startling accuracy the political situation inside Valencia City. Hearing that he wanted to join the Bull rcenary Group, they imdiately began to posture.

“Our Bull rcenary Group is currently only willing to recruit rcenaries with real strength. You say you’re skilled with Great Swords and Shields? We don’t believe that. rcenaries are a profession that rely on their weapons for a living, so show us so of your weapon skills.”

Then a Bull rcenary stepped forward and thrust his heavy Great Sword into the ground with a whoosh. Another rcenary stepped out and threw down a Tower Shield as tall as a person, which landed on the ground with a duang.

“Give it a try,” said the captain of the patrol squad, with his arms folded.

Aske grunted affirmatively and stepped forward, grabbed the hilt of the Great Sword with his right hand, pulled it out of the ground, and waved it casually a few tis.

The Bull rcenaries watched, stunned: This guy, despite his slender fra, seed to have so strength after all! The thick and wide Great Sword, which usually required both hands to hold, was being swung with one hand, and he seed to do it effortlessly judging by his expression.

Just when everyone was smacking their lips in surprise, they saw Aske step on the edge of the Tower Shield, forcing the upper half to stand upright, then grabbed the shield handle with his left hand and lifted the tal Tower Shield, big enough to cover his entire body, in his hand.

“Like this?” He lifted the Tower Shield with his left hand and held the Great Sword with his right, performing a “Shield Strike” “Continuous Stabbing” combo, moving so fluidly that it was as though the Shield and Sword in his hands weighed nothing, causing the Bull rcenaries’ eyebrows to twitch.

They had misjudged… indeed, they had misjudged. Although this guy was a greenhorn who knew nothing, the terrifying strength that allowed him to effortlessly swing a Great Sword and a Great Shield made him a good fit for the Sharp Blade Team cannon fodder—maybe if he survived a few brutal battles unscathed, he could quickly rise through the ranks.

Everyone then put on a reserved expression and slowly said,

“Mmm… Although your movents are a bit stiff, your physical fitness isn’t bad. Among the newbies in our Bull rcenary Group, you barely pass. Yep… You should be able to join us.”

“That’s great.” Hearing the agreent, Aske said with a smile, “Also, I have a few companions…”

“You’re the Squad Leader of a rcenary group?” Startled by the realization that this person had companions, the Bull rcenaries asked in amazent.

“Right, a small rcenary group.” Aske humbly explained, “Including myself, there are nine of us.”

“Oh.” The Bull rcenaries all showed understanding. For a newbie, having so ambition was normal, “No problem, once you join us, you can be a referee yourself and recomnd your companions. Of course, they will still need to be assessed.”

“Another assessnt?” Aske asked in surprise.

“Of course! We’re not professional Recruitnt Officers, we just wanted to check in advance if you qualify.” Everyone talked over one another, “Let’s go; we’re heading back to the camp.”

The Bull rcenary Group’s station was situated in a small town called “Paibolita,” south of Valencia, roughly 1.8 kiloters away. The town was connected to the city area by a subway tunnel maintained by the Bishops of Valencia, who supplied the Bull rcenary Group with materials and provisions daily.

Conversely, if Paibolita was to fall, the Undead Spirits could follow the subway tunnel under the Turia River and enter the city area. Therefore, the Bull rcenary Group had deployed significant forces and defenses here, almost amounting to “a patrol every three steps, a guard post every five steps,” embodying the discipline of a Large rcenary Group.

After the patrol squad returned to camp, they first reported their password at the entrance and registered, underwent so checks, and then took Aske to find the Bull rcenary Group’s Recruitnt Officer.

“A pretty young guy.” The Recruitnt Officer was a short, bald old man with white whiskers and his gaze scrutinizing Aske from behind small round glasses, “What did you do before?”

“rcenary.” Aske answered with a smile.

“I an, what did you do before becoming a rcenary!” the old man said with so exasperation.

“Oh, I worked at a company.” Aske replied.

“Hmm.” The old man stroked his beard and asked again, “How long have you been a rcenary?”

“Almost 5 years.” Aske felt a bit sentintal. Before and after arriving here, it was indeed almost 5 years.

“Oh?” The old man stared at him. This young man seed to be in his early twenties, so he started working as a rcenary in his teenage years? Could it be Scouts?

After a brief pause, the old man pulled a blank resu template from the side and pushed it across the table:

“Fill in your personal information, then head over to training area number 1 and look for ‘Madman Barro’ for a close-combat assessnt.”

“Madman Barro?” The Bull rcenaries who brought him exclaid, “You can’t be serious! That guy never pulls his punches; he’s brutal and vicious. Are you really going to pit this newbie against him?”

“Madman Barro accidentally killed a recruit yesterday.” The Recruitnt Officer replied, “Now, the higher-ups have decided that he’s responsible for assessing applicants ‘with over 3 years of combat experience’. This newcor you’ve brought claims to have been in the rcenary business for almost 5 years; how could he not withstand Madman Barro’s attacks?”

“Cough cough, you know, newbies always like to embellish their experience in interviews.” So the group hastily gestured to Aske to clarify, “Almost 5 years could an it’s not quite 5 years yet. ‘1 year’ could also be nearing 5 years, ‘2 years’ too… He didn’t specify an exact number!”

“Well, to be exact…” Aske carefully recalled, “It should be 4 years and 9 months.”

The others were floored. We were signaling for you to underreport, not to give us the exact number of months!

“See? The newcor is quite confident.” The Recruitnt Officer chuckled, “Don’t worry! When dealing with Madman Barro later, just say that old Pablo sent you and tell him to handle it himself.”