Chapter 26: Mercenary Nicknames
The incident with the elf at the slave market was just a minor episode. Before long, Zack led Tyr to the mercenary division.
“Sir, the hotel is across the street. Would you like to rest first, or would you prefer to visit the mercenary division?”
“Please take care of matters first.”
“Very well. Please follow me,” Zack respectfully led Tyr into the mercenary division.
The mercenary division towered with an estimated ten or more floors in height. The first-floor hall where Tyr and the others entered was about the distance of three floors in height, and the clean, smooth floor faintly reflected their own images. This led Tyr to wander into wild thoughts – wouldn’t it be scandalous if a woman were to come wearing a skirt and her charm were to overflow?
Ah, it’s better not to dwell on such deep thoughts for now, Tyr thought. He felt his mind was wandering in a troubling direction, always considering things from that perspective. It wasn’t a good sign; if he got used to it, he might be seen as a pervert by others!
Another thing that caught Tyr’s attention was that most people here were wearing the same style of black robes. Some even covered their entire heads with the hoods of their black robes, which looked very suspicious.
“Oh, isn’t this Zack? Where are your little minions?”
“Hey, don’t mention it. We had a stroke of bad luck this time, encountering a dozen or so level two monsters. We almost didn’t make it back,” Zack said, still feeling scared when he thought about it. He looked at the bald man across from him who was calling out to him in a friendly manner.
“Fortunately, with this gentleman’s help, otherwise, me and my little brothers would have all confessed in the forest.”
“Oh?” The bald man looked at Tyr curiously for a moment, then Tyr responded with a smile.
This made the bald man feel somewhat favorable towards Tyr.
“You’re quite young, aren’t you? Hello, I’m Harrytu Jones, the duty steward for this week. So Zack, what brings you and this gentleman here?”
“Mr. Tyr wants to register a mercenary account and seems to need to inquire about some information.”
“Well, it’s quite unusual for a strong individual like Mr. Tyr to not have registered a mercenary account yet. Could it be that you’re registering an alternate account?”
Harrytu speculated, puzzled. However, Tyr was perplexed. What were they talking about? What is a week? What is a duty steward? What is an alternate account? The more he listened, the more confused he became.
Zack seemed to sense Tyr’s embarrassment and quickly spoke up.
“Harrytu, why don’t you help Mr. Tyr with the procedures first? We can discuss other matters later.”
“All right. However, even if Mr. Tyr possesses the super strength to slay a dozen level two monsters, he still must start as a novice mercenary. This is an unwritten rule. I believe Mr. Tyr won’t mind, right?”
Zack seemed to notice Tyr’s embarrassment and quickly spoke up.
“Harrytu, why don’t you help Mr. Tyr with the procedures first? We can discuss other matters later.”
“Well, even if Mr. Tyr possesses the extraordinary strength to slay dozens of second-level monsters, he still must start as a junior mercenary. It’s an unwritten rule. I believe Mr. Tyr wouldn’t mind, right?”
“No problem.” Tyr just wants to check some information; this so-called mercenary account’s rank is optional for him.
“All right, then please follow me,” Harrytu said, extending his right hand to lead Tyr away.
But Zack stayed behind and said.
“Sir, I’ll settle the reward for the task at the front desk first, and I’ll come find you shortly.”
Tyr nodded, thinking to himself, “What’s the meaning behind reporting everything to me? Is he trying to acknowledge me as the boss?”
Tyr shook his head and smiled, then followed Harrytu into a nearby small room.
The furnishings in the small room were carefully arranged, and there was a faint scent of decayed flowers in the air. Tyr also noticed that whether in the duke’s mansion or here, everyone seemed to add some decayed flowers to the furniture arrangements, to varying degrees.
“Now, Mr. Tyr, let’s start the account registration,” Harrytu said softly, tapping his finger on the wall. Suddenly, the entire environment of the small room changed.
Tyr looked around and realized they seemed to be in the midst of a celestial night sky, adorned with stars that made the night exceptionally beautiful.
“Is this… a projection of Shadowstone?”
“Yes,” Harrytu nodded, thinking it was obvious. Why would he ask such a basic question?
It was like pointing at your own clothes and asking, “These are clothes?” It was a perplexing question.
“So, Mr. Tyr, let’s start with the nickname for your account,” Harrytu suggested.
“Nickname?”
“Uh, okay, sir, it seems you really don’t know. A nickname is your own mercenary code. It’s like a title.”
“Why use this? Isn’t my own name good enough?”
“Well, Mr. Tyr, you see, in the mercenary group, it’s a mix of all sorts, and sometimes you don’t want to use your real name. That’s when the nickname comes in handy.”
“So, you mean, whether it’s a notorious criminal or a spy from an enemy country, as long as they use a nickname to enter your mercenary division, they will be treated as one of your own and provided services?”
“Yes,” Harrytu said, surprised by Tyr’s sharp thinking.
“But on the contrary, if the identity of the other party is exposed and reported by someone else, our mercenary division will also impose corresponding sanctions.”
“Sanctions… Well, after you put it that way, it does seem like a good method. But even if you conceal your name, won’t your appearance still be recognized?”
“Don’t worry about that. All mercenary divisions have set up illusion barriers. Any mercenary who wants to log into their own account will be provided with a misty black robe for concealment.”
“I see, no wonder most people outside were wearing black robes just now.”
“Well then, sir, back to business, let’s apply for a nickname first.”
“Alright, then let’s go with… Heaven’s Sword Heart,” Tyr suggested. It was the most terrifying martial skill he possessed and his favorite to use, so without hesitation, he chose Heaven’s Sword Heart as his nickname.
“Sorry, sir, that name is already taken,” Harrytu said apologetically as he looked at the text displayed in the starry sky.
Tyr was taken aback.
“Then let it be, ‘Heaven and Earth Convergence’!”
“Sorry, the name has already been used.”
“Then… let it be ‘Descend God’!”
“Sorry, the name is already taken.”
“Uh…”
