"Scar Valley."

"It needs to be detailed, specific to the village, so that you can find their location."

"The Larn House in Chandler's Crossing, Scarred Valley."

"Are you a warrior?"

"yes."

"What profession?"

"warrior."

"Professional level?"

"Eighth level."

"What you do best?"

“Does killing in combat count?”

"It counts. In addition to combat skills, are there any life skills? For example, carpentry, hunting, fishing, etc.?"

"I probably know a little bit, but I'm not very proficient."

"Can you ride a horse? Are you good at water fighting?"

"Good at sailing and fighting on the water."

"Do you know the characters?"

"know."

"Can you write?"

"Can write."

"How much will you write?"

"I can generally write common characters."

"Very good, your information has been filled in. You can go to the back to get food and wait for the arrangement. Next person, name."

Aqil didn't need to listen at all, it must be the same as what he was asked about, because the other party held a thick pile of books with the same handwriting in his hand.

The one I filled out was just one of them.

This was the first time he had seen this kind of process-based office.

It is very convenient. After asking here, the transcription is completed there, and it takes no more than three minutes.

However, the number of captured mercenaries was too large. At this rate, it would probably be noon by the time the process was completed.

Those slow-moving captured mercenaries will have to wait here hungry all morning under the bright sun.

Ugh!

I have to say, these kobolds are really good at craftsmanship.

The bowl of stew I just served contained more vegetables and less meat, and the bread was obviously mixed with whole grains, so it didn't taste very good, but the quantity was sufficient.

Those kobolds obviously have no intention of restricting how much they eat, and they can add vegetables and rice repeatedly.

After discovering this.

Aqil is not polite.

Let go of your stomach and just eat and drink indiscriminately.

He has been known as a big eater since he was a child, and his family, which was not wealthy, was struggling to make ends meet. He was kicked out when he was a teenager and had to make a living on his own.

After becoming a warrior, your appetite naturally becomes better.

He can eat as much as four or five adults in one meal.

I usually hold back. Even a relatively strong mercenary warrior cannot afford to eat like this twice a day.

He had forgotten the last time he had enough to eat.

Today he finally tasted this taste again.
Chapter completed!