Chapter 35: The mission begins
“Ah, careful what I say, I am a lady.”
Dragon Slayer, the golden-haired little girl, patted her small chest to forcibly suppress her anger. She then walked with a smile to the six people and spoke.
“Nice to meet you all for the first time. My name is Dragon Slayer, a newly joined junior mercenary. I hope the senior mercenaries here can give me some guidance in terms of experience.”
Does this mean not to expect much in terms of strength?
“Oh, right, I heard there was a gentleman who had similar experiences to mine, which one?”
“Miss Dragon Slayer, the gentleman with the same purpose as you is this Mr. 123.”
Harrytu respectfully stepped aside, and everyone took a step back, highlighting Tyr’s not particularly strong physique!
“Hello, Miss Dragon Slayer, I’m 123.”
“Oh? I remember the information saying you should have the strength of [Broken Army], but judging from the amount of combat aura emanating from you, it’s as scarce as a newcomer’s.”
Dragon Slayer’s words startled everyone, and Zack, in particular, became quite flustered as he hurriedly attempted to explain.
“No, it’s impossible. Mr. 123 killed dozens of second-level monsters with just a twig in the blink of an eye. I saw it with my own eyes!”
Ah, Tyr awkwardly pursed his lips, realizing he had only killed two monsters at the time.
“Well, it’s not uncommon for strong practitioners to conceal their strength. Judging from the outward appearance of combat aura doesn’t really prove much. Let’s see the real skills in action.”
Dragon Slayer smoothed her long hair and looked at Harrytu before speaking.
“So, now that everyone is here, can we set off?”
“Yes, indeed. By the way, the section chief also asked me to convey a message to you. He said, uh…” Harrytu hesitated, weighing whether to continue.
Dragon Slayer, however, grew impatient and impatiently placed her hand on her hip, giving Harrytu a glare as she spoke.
“If you have something to say, just say it. Why beat around the bush?”
Dragon Slayer’s intimidation made Harrytu tremble, causing him to spill out the words like pouring beans.
“The branch manager said, don’t keep dreaming about ‘ladies’ all day long. Even if it’s given to a man, that name would be better suited than you.”
“What…!!”
After hearing this, Dragon Slayer couldn’t calm down at all, and she shouted angrily within the branch.
“Tiska, you rotten **!!”
The dignified branch manager being cursed by an unknown little girl immediately stunned the whole scene. Some who had respected the branch manager frowned in displeasure. However, when they discovered the combat aura emanating from this little girl, they were completely shocked.
[Broken Army] level, that was a figure prominent in Sis City. Even the military had to show some respect. If one wanted to serve in the kingdom, they could easily obtain a territory with just a casual request.Such a figure immediately shut the mouths of the mercenaries who had originally wanted to speak out. Joking aside, a [Broken Army] level could slap to death those with inferior aura levels, and there were only a few of them with superior or peak aura levels among them.
“Miss Dragon Slayer, please, there shouldn’t be loud noises within the branch. Please calm down.” Harrytu regretted bringing the message from the section chief. If Dragon Slayer really got angry, many people around could suffer.
“Hmph!” Dragon Slayer’s face was red with anger still not subsided. She muttered to herself, “What, giving it to a man would be better than me… I am a lady, I am a lady, I am a lady.”
Wow, Tyr unconsciously took two steps back, feeling it difficult to approach. Indeed, she deserved the title of Dragon Slayer, even if she seemed fragile, she couldn’t hide her domineering side!
But what Tyr found even more frightening was the combat aura emanating from her. It felt like when he faced a behemoth, although far less terrifying than Laogeri, it was enough to classify her as someone not to be provoked.
“Um, Miss Dragon Slayer, shall we focus on the mission first and deal with other matters later?”
“……..” Dragon Slayer sighed and nodded, not directing her anger towards others.
“Mr. 123, I wish you every success!” Zach bid farewell to Tyr excitedly. He had intended to ask the other senior mercenaries to take good care of Mr. Tyr, but seeing the intimidating look in the eyes of Wind Slayer Ghost, he swallowed his words back.
“So, let’s set off to the Meteor Mountains!”
Bounty heads, a popular reward mechanism within the mercenary community, are usually initiated by the military or local residents who have suffered greatly. The amount of the reward is determined based on investigations by the mercenary branch, and this amount can also indirectly estimate the strength of the bounty head. Even the lowest-level bounty heads have a value of at least 1000 gold coins, and the strength of the target must be at or above the superior aura level to be eligible for a bounty.
The Meteor Mountains, located in the outskirts of Sis City, occupy nearly half of the cities in the Milik Kingdom. It is a vast mountain range teeming with countless monsters, and several demon king-level creatures rule over it, making it one of the most dangerous places in Milik.
As spring approaches, the air is filled with the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers. Even in the dangerous Meteor Mountains, there is a picturesque beauty.
“What a great place,” Dragon Slayer stretched lazily. Although Tyr was concerned about the exposed navel due to the pulled clothes, he was more interested in what she said.
“Miss Dragon Slayer, although this is the outskirts of the Meteor Mountains, it’s hard to say it’s a good place.”
“Well, if we set aside the talk about those monsters, Mr. 123, don’t be too serious. Even in a place like this, as long as you have strength, you can treat it as a picnic or outing. It’s not bad to occasionally relieve the pressure on your shoulders.” Dragon Slayer stretched her arms and turned around, her long golden hair flowing with the movement, like a delicate little canary, precious and lovable.
“Occasionally relieve the pressure on my shoulders,” Tyr muttered to himself, hoping it wasn’t about putting down his head.
