The mercenary guild in Legmi town is nothing more than a tavern.

It's a very rundown pub, but I have to say it's quite big.

Although the town is not a main traffic road, there are still people collecting some resources here.

There are even several mercenary teams stationed here just to collect resources.

After all, the fringe areas have their own attractions.

Maybe it's because of the mercenaries that this place was proposed as a new transportation hub?

Anyway, when Alison saw the dozen street gangsters and the twenty-odd mercenary team appearing in front of her, a few words came to mind.

For example, being exiled for three thousand miles, being a slave to an armored man, or something like that.

Good guy, everyone else has plate armor, leather armor, and cloth armor, but this group of people have mud armor, and the black ones are as black as coal briquettes. Even ordinary earthworms are different from that.

Alison couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth as she looked at the people who were staring at them eagerly. She stopped Carmen who was about to step forward to teach them a lesson, and reached out to point a finger at a guy with ill intentions.

At this time, the team of murderers also called people, making everyone sleeping on the street get up.

"Everyone, stand still! This is a man from the church in the city. He is very famous. He has opened a new tavern in the town called Beer and Beef Jerky."

The murderer walked up to the group of streetwalkers, pointed at Alison and introduced him to everyone, and followed him confidently in the tavern, completely different from the other two.

"The church master wants to rescue those children and needs to go from village to village to find them. The brothers have also accepted the task. It just so happens that there are more people and more strength. Let's complete it together!"

But no one followed suit. Everyone looked at Alison with their eyes wide open, and everyone was drooling. One of them was about to take off his pants on the spot, but was stopped by the murderer with a slap in the face.

"What are you going to do?" The fierce man glared at him fiercely, "How dare you go to the church!"

"White, too white. Look at those legs and that little face. No, I can't stand it anymore. Don't stop me!"

As the man spoke, he pulled up his pants and ran towards Alison. As a result, he loosened his pants and dropped them. He tripped and fell to the ground while running, and by chance, his head hit a stone.

"Gaba~" The man fell with such force that his head was split in two, and the stones looked particularly enchanting in the cross-section.

"Hiss~" A group of mercenaries were slightly startled when they saw the miserable condition of the man. In the next second, everyone rushed to the guy and knelt down, pulling his legs and hands.

"Hey, my brother, why did you die so miserably!" A street kid started crying while holding the hand of the corpse, while the others all followed suit, except for a few who were a little more reserved.

Yes, all eighteen generations of that man’s ancestors have gathered together.

"You still owe me nineteen yuan. Who will pay it back if you die?"

"No one can die in vain, one life is worth two glasses of wine!"

"If you don't pay, you have to report it to the lord!"

The mercenary kneeling on the ground looked at Alison while crying, putting on the most miserable face and saying threatening words, which made Alison feel dizzy.

"That mercenary." Alison turned to look at the murderous man and asked with a frown, "You didn't bring me here specifically to amuse me, did you?"

The murderer is still very taboo about this woman who can suppress the dark profession. After all, it can be seen when he went to touch porcelain in the morning that she is also a ruthless character.

"Get up, everyone. Don't you need me to make trouble in the future?" Hearing this, the murderer turned to them and kicked one of them who cried the most fiercely. Then he drew out his sword and pointed it at those people.

The one who was kneeling was slapped and said, "Anyone who doesn't want to work, get out of here!"

"Do it, why don't you do it!" When the group of people saw the murderer getting angry, they immediately got up and ran to the side. They looked at the murderer nervously and said, "The church wants us to work, and that requires money."

"How shameless!" The murderer glared at them when he heard this, "Didn't the master of suffering already give you money? Do you still want two copies?"

"One yard is one yard. If I don't have money, I don't care about you." The group of mercenaries and street gangsters turned around and left after hearing this. The angry man glared at them, and then he turned back to look at Alison, "They said

Right."

Alison almost slapped him when she heard this. She finally understood that these people were basically the same group.

He who dares to come here to harvest wool after showing off his own brand and having a bad reputation is worthy of being a local snake.

The other party doesn't mind at all if you kill someone.

You're playing with yourself, right? OK, I'll keep you company.

A smile appeared on Alison's lips, and then she looked at the vicious man with a bear face, "What's wrong?"

"Think about it, who are these people? A group of untouchables who dared to take off my mother's bracelet and pawn it for her stuttering. If you don't take them with you, once someone leaks the news, your efforts to suppress the cultists will probably be in vain.

"

The murderer looked worried, turned his head and rolled his eyes, "Once the encirclement and suppression of the cultists fails, it will ruin the reputation of the church. If word spreads, the church will not be able to stay in Nekason."

"Yes, the church wants to bring light to us Legmi, so what we talk about is light."

The mercenaries who dispersed to the side shouted, "If we don't need us warriors of light for just a little money, can this church still be believed? Who else can believe it from now on?"

"That's right! Just for a little money, you let heretics harm believers. Isn't this inaction on your part? You have arrested so many children and you don't care. I believe you have no use!"

"That's right, you will only take money from believers!"

Street gangsters began to make loud noises on the street. Alison and the others looked up at the stone buildings on both sides, and saw that there were already many people on top quietly looking down, with a trace of anger on their faces.

Alison stretched out her hand when she saw this, and then saw a large bag of money falling from her hand. The street suddenly became silent, and the next second they heard her say,

"What you all think is exactly what I want to say. I always feel that everything must be done with an agreement, with responsibilities and rewards, otherwise you will not be convinced."

"The master of the church is so open-minded. I admire him! I admire him!" The murderer stepped forward and handed over his hand again. He was about to take the money, but Alison stopped him with a kick.

"Are you going to go back on your word?" the murderer asked with wide eyes, "Aren't you afraid that we will make the church stink?"

"It's OK to take money, but don't you have to take a fingerprint?" Alison took out a notebook from her pocket and opened a page she had written in advance. "If you take my money, you must listen to me. If you agree,

Just put your fingerprint on it."

The murderous man raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and then looked at the book. He snorted when he saw the few agreements on it, and then put his fingerprints on it.

"Papa~"

After pressing his fingerprints, the murderer picked up the money bag and weighed it, "This little money is not enough."

"This is one day's money, a total of two hundred gold coins, and we will pay it off on a daily basis." Alison looked at the murderer with a smile, "I have to pay out money every day."

"Are you so rich?" the murderer asked suspiciously with his eyes wide open.

"With the contract in hand, at least one gold coin per person per day is enough for you people." Alison looked at the murderer, "Are you the only one? No one else wants money?"

"I will share it with them." The murderer said after hearing this.

"That's not your responsibility. I'll divide the money." Alison pulled the purse over and tried to snatch it back without thinking of the murderer.

"Pfft~"

The murderer got the money bag and turned around to run away. As a result, he felt severe pain in his lower back and was stabbed dozens of times in the next second.

"Why is this person so greedy? Two gold coins a day is not enough." Alison picked up the money bag and looked at the mercenaries, "Don't you think so?"

"That's right, give me two gold coins and I'll work for you!" A mercenary swallowed his saliva and said. As for the dead guy, he deserved to be greedy for everyone's money.

"Then come here and press your fingerprints." Alison waved the paper towards them, "You can receive the money after pressing your fingerprints."

After hearing this, a group of mercenaries immediately stepped forward. Not to mention two gold coins, two silver coins were enough for them to live comfortably for a few days.

The paper was floating in the air, and it was filled with finger prints in an instant. After a group of mercenaries finished making fingerprints and got the gold coins, they looked at each other and then ran around in unison.

It's just looking for heretics and hating their longevity. If they have the courage, they don't have to behave like this.

"You bastards, can't you do something serious besides cheating money?!"

"You deserve to be in such a miserable state. No one asked you for work. You were blind when I entrusted you with it. You even dared to deceive the church!"

Seeing the street gangsters and mercenaries running away without keeping their word, those who were looking forward to their departure began to curse. Carmen and Robert, who followed for the interview, also frowned. They looked at Alison, "Presiding Judge,

Do you need our help?"
Chapter completed!