Chapter 9 (1/2)

”This is the task issued by the young master of the Xiao family. Our mercenary regiment is short of a warrior fighting with a short sword. If you are interested, you can try it! The pay is very high! ”

In front of the high-level task bar, a man posted a new task. He went to the famous fog forest on the edge of the capital to look for the biling fruit to improve his strength.

Biling fruit is a kind of medicinal material to consolidate vitality. It can be used as an aid when cultivating. It can get twice the result with half the effort, but only once in three years, so it is also very precious.

The short sword fights close to her body. Like the corner of her mouth, Huang Beiyue is a master at the age of ten.

There are several people who have signed up, and Huang Beiyue has pushed her too. Her short stature immediately makes those big mercenaries laugh.

”Children, don't make trouble, brothers have business!” A mercenary burst out laughing.

Under Yubei moon's cloak, his eyes were shining and his body was shaking. The mercenary only felt that there was a flower in front of him. The short sword on his waist had been drawn out and pointed at his heart.

If it wasn't for the short dagger, it would be on his neck!

Alas, it's really inconvenient for a skinny 12-year-old

the mercenary turned white, and the people around him turned their eyes to look at the scene in shock.

That skinny little guy has such a fast speed and movement. I'm afraid he's a senior fighter!

In this world, the strong are respected. Huang Beiyue shows a little strength, and just now he is full of respect for his dismissive eyes.

She returned the dagger to the mercenary, deliberately making her voice sound hoarse: ”I'm offended.”

”No, it's my fault, dear Mr. samurai. Please forgive me for my rudeness.” The mercenary lost face and was not angry. Instead, he bent down deeply and apologized to Huang Beiyue.

Such a forthright disposition made her better impression of mercenaries in the world.