225 Antis Frustration (2/2)

The plaque on the door of the tavern was a stallion, so the tavern was called the Wild Horse Tavern.

There were many red-faced drinkers inside. Most of them were professionals or people related to mercenaries.

In fact, there weren't that many professionals in Hollevin at all. Many of the men just had the strength to learn some fighting skills, so they said they were professionals, such as swordsmen, battle axe fighters, and the like and reported to the Mercenary Guild.

The Mercenary Guild accepted everyone as long as one could cut down beasts and complete their tasks—they didn't bother with whether you were a professional or not. They were only responsible for issuing missions. Your life was your own burden, and if you thought yourself capable, go for it.

This was why the mercenary business was a mixed bag, with real professionals and a huge number of ordinary people.

Due to the extremely high mortality rate in this industry, most mercenaries lived in the moment.

When they had money, they gorged on meat, drank large bowls of wine, and got drunk with women in their arms.

When they didn't have money, they'd get down to business, carrying their longswords and axes and fighting hard for a living.

If they died, they'd be a set of white bones in a deserted suburb, but when they lived, they would continue with their previous life until the money was gone again.

Then it would be another cycle.

It sounded very romantic to look down on life and death, but in reality, this was a bunch of pitiful people.

They were insecure, they couldn't see a future, and they had to paralyze themselves in this way.

Over ninety-five percent of mercenaries didn't live to be fifty.

In this tavern, except for a few who were low-level professionals, the rest were ordinary people disguised as professionals.

They saw Roland in a magic robe and immediately calmed down.

Spellcasters were also known as ”robed ones” among the physical professional mercenaries, and excluding the difference in social status, if there was a robed one in a team, then they would definitely be the core to be protected.

The spoils of war were picked first by the robed one, and when dividing the benefits, it was also the robed one who took more.

They knew very well that as long as there was a robed one in the team, the completion rate of the mission and the survival rate would skyrocket. After all, this was a world of magic, and many matters related to magic could only be settled by the robed ones.

This was why the robed ones had always been the hot cake of the adventuring teams.

But even so, robed ones rarely went out on adventures, rarely appearing in mercenary adventuring teams.

But now a robed one actually appeared in the Wild Horse Tavern. This tavern was the humble home of the Mercenary Guild, and many mercenary squads that were about to go on a mission liked to get drunk here before they left.

This was quite a rare sighting.

Did this robed one want to find a team to train his skills?

Immediately, someone was tempted to get up and try to invite the young robed one.

The chances were slim, but what if it worked?

However, after Roland entered the tavern, he didn't stop but went straight up to the second floor.

Sighs sounded, and then the tavern became noisy again.

Roland knocked on a door on the second floor.

A familiar voice came from inside. ”Come in.”

Roland pushed through the door and immediately saw a few of his friends.

But he looked around the room and asked, somewhat surprised, ”Where's Schuck?”

”The little dragoness doesn't like places with too many people, she thinks it stinks.” It was Li Lin who spoke, shrugging his shoulders and saying helplessly, ”So Schuck stayed with her outside the city. If we start making a move, he'll fly right in on the red dragon for air support.”