Chapter 32: The Goodness of Longyang
“I see, that’s truly a fortunate coincidence!” Shating Iron Sword’s excited reaction stood in stark contrast to the other three, and disregarding the embarrassment of others, the middle-aged mercenary continued to ask.
“Could you reveal some information about the other senior as well?”
“This was personally issued by the department head. Besides knowing that someone named ‘Dragon Slayer,’ I am completely unaware of any other information.”
“Harrytu shook his head, but the blank response did not hinder the imaginations of the other four.”
“Named Dragon Slayer, still an existence equal to that senior.”
Everyone immediately imagined a supremely strong man, bare-chested, wielding a giant axe, muscles bulging like mountains!
Compared to the nickname of the senior as ‘123’, Dragon Slayer is a name that evokes stronger associations.
“Alright, since that person might still take a while to arrive, let’s invite Mr. 123 who is staying at the mercenary inn across the street first.”
“Harrytu waved to the four of them and, paying no attention to their expressions, strode quickly across to the inn opposite with the others.”
“Mei, the Butterfly of Sunflowers, can you, can you see if my earring is crooked? Does my hair look very messy?” Windslash Ghost nervously questioned Xanli, while the latter could only respond with a stiff smile.
“I think it looks fine, um, just keep it like that, okay?”
“Actually, isn’t it better to remove these fancy things before worrying about whether the clothes are neat? Xanli naturally wouldn’t voice her inner thoughts, as that wasn’t something one could straightforwardly say in social interactions.”
“Alright, everyone, let’s quietly wait for the senior to arrive. What the senior needs is our assistance, not our appearance.”
“Even though Shating Iron Sword’s words seem off, it’s best to stay quiet for now. After all, if we get too absorbed in arguing and don’t even notice when that senior approaches, it’s game over!”
“Mr.Tyr, here are the shadowstones you requested, and also this is the intermediate iron weapon, ‘Windblade Sword,’ purchased with fifty gold coins.”
“Zack carefully placed each item Tyr needed in front of him, many of which were not specifically ordered by Tyr, but Zack thought Mr. Tyr might need them, so he paid for them himself.”
“Hmm, not bad,” Tyr said as he looked at the Windblade Sword on the table. Although he didn’t know how sharp it was, it was certainly better than a twig.
“Oh, what do you mean by ‘iron weapon’?”
Here we go again, Zack muttered to himself. This must be one of the three thousand questions Mr. Tyr asks every day.
“Iron weapon is a classification of weapons. It’s not named because it’s made of steel; rather, it’s a classification jointly defined by the Blood Mist Martial Hall and the Mercenary Headquarters. It roughly goes from ordinary weapons, upwards to iron weapons, military weapons, national weapons, and finally, the supreme sacred weapons.”
“I see, it’s a fascinating classification. Hmm, you’ve been working tirelessly these past few days; it must have been tough.”
“It’s nothing, Mr. Tyr. After all, you’re not familiar with this place.” Zack shrugged casually, but Tyr felt a bit uncomfortable with his selfless attitude.
“Hmm, consider it a favor owed. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can use the magic sound stone to call me.”
“Ah! Thank you so much!” Zack was ecstatic. That was a favor from a strong individual, which for them, mere intermediate ‘Qi and Harmony’ warriors, was an enormous gift and a trump card to intimidate others! Zack had been toiling away for Tyr these days, hoping that the strong individual could offer him something, even just a glimpse through the cracks. This blank check was the greatest reward for Zack.
Tyr raised an eyebrow, wondering if his favors were really worth that much. Well, if it was something he couldn’t handle, he wouldn’t hesitate to turn and run anyway.
“Mr. Tyr, are you there?” came Harrytu’s voice from outside the door.
“Harrytu’s voice came from outside the door.”
Tyr collected his things and answered casually, “Yes, I’m here. What is it, Mr. Harrytu? Please come in.”
“Yes, I’m here. What is it, Mr. Harrytu? Please come in.”
“Alright.” Harrytu opened the door and immediately saw Zack’s flushed face as he looked at him. The burly man’s eyes narrowed, glancing between the composed face of Tyr and the sweaty, red-faced Zack. In his mind, he couldn’t help but entertain a startling guess.
Could it be that Mr.Tyr swings that way?
Ah, no, no, no, that would be an insult to the strong. But wait, who says strong individuals can’t have same-sex preferences?
But this is still just a bold guess. To draw a conclusion, we’ll have to see how Mr. Tyr’s story unfolds in the future.
“Um, Mr. Tyr, I’m really sorry to disturb you at such an important time, but the four high-level mercenaries you requested have all arrived.”
“Four? Wasn’t it five?”
“In fact, it’s good news for Mr. Tyr, because there’s another strong individual who has encountered similar circumstances to you and wants to quickly advance to iron-level mercenary. So the department head decided to arrange you all together.”
“Oh? That’s really helpful. I wonder what’s the name of that mercenary?”
“Dragon Slayer!”
“Tyr,” feeling somewhat envious, commented, “Dragon Slayer, what a majestic name. It’s as if the imposing figure has already appeared before my eyes.” He couldn’t help but wonder why it was so difficult for him to come up with a powerful yet understated name, while others could achieve success so easily!
Harrytu gave an awkward smile and then responded:
Harrytu gave an awkward smile and then replied, “I’m sorry, actually, that individual is Miss Dragon Slayer.”
“Miss?” An image of a muscular figure dressed in women’s clothing appeared in Tyr’s mind. Wow~ Thinking about it, she really exudes dominance in various aspects!
“Well, let’s discuss the details at the branch first.”
“Huh? Is it okay? If Mr. Tyr hasn’t had enough yet, I can dodge for a while.”
“No, I completely don’t understand why you would need to dodge.”
