Chaos Crown

Chapter 15, the future is bright, the future is not
The next morning, the Ferrara adventure group, who had replenished their supplies, embarked on the road to Suzal together with Aaron and Eleanor.

The high-cold Miss Priest changed back to the pastor robe she had washed, put on the mask and returned to the original state. Since she had analyzed the matter of the Ferrara Adventure Group with Aaron, the Miss Priest naturally did not want to talk to this group of cunning and People with low moral bottom line communicate more.

On the contrary, Ferrara and Montero seemed to realize that Aaron was really easy to get along with, and seemed to be attracted by his charisma. A few minutes after the group came out, Ferrara came to Aaron. Asked in a calm tone: "How is it? My lord Viscount, have you finished?"

The mercenary leader squeezed his right eye, he looked a little funny, he should be in his thirties, maybe 40 years old, but no matter how old the mercenary leader is, as long as he is not too old to lose that aspect There are only a few topics that the mercenaries like to discuss, men and women, life, money and various gossip.

"You just randomly find a bunny girl to accompany the wine in a large hotel in Zambia. Afterwards, just lift up your pants and stuff a few gold coins and you're done?" Aaron raised his eyebrows and raised his mouth, spreading his hands in a very familiar way : Make no mistake, she is not the priest of Lady Firehair!She won't give me money back! "

"Hahahahahahahahaha!" The mercenaries with their ears pricked up, ready to hear the "good news" from Lord Viscount, let out bursts of laughter, and the bright spring field road was filled with joyful air.

"She will only take that warhammer, come over and give it a light blow, and help you end this problem once and for all." Aaron continued with a smile: "If you want to try it, I will go and tell Miss Eleanor, everyone Favorite free service!"

Now the mercenaries couldn't laugh anymore, especially the wanderer from before, he subconsciously clamped his legs.

Miss Priest also picked up the warhammer and spun it twice in her hand.

Aaron and Eleanor looked at each other, and it was basically certain that through this cooperation, Ferrara and the others would stop talking about their affairs.

Otherwise, once this kind of thing starts, it will never end.

"Okay, okay, but my Lord Viscount, you are more innocent than I imagined. Did you have an unbearable emotional experience? Or do you already have a fiancée? I don't think so." Ferrara immediately brought up a second topic, scanning Aaron's finger to find his heirloom ring on his index finger.

When it came to this topic, the pastor couldn't help but concentrate and listen carefully.

"It's not that there are no one who wants to be a viscountess, but unfortunately, as a viscount... at most, I'm only eligible to participate in the Susar Kingdom Assembly every year." Aaron laughed at himself: "After learning about my situation, I will naturally leave gradually. , after all, I am the last Viscount Salian."

"Your Excellency..." Ferrara asked hesitantly, and it was obvious that he was really interested in Aaron's family affairs. After all, he had heard something about Aaron from the innkeeper and others before: "Your Excellency's Father is an earl?"

"No, my grandfather is an earl." Aaron sneered and snorted, "Because he was unfavorable in the battle in the Tucan invasion, he was confiscated by His Royal Highness Yasan IV, and I am the only one left in the whole family who is still in the Purple Dragon Knights." The father who served in the middle school retained a title of Viscount, and the rest of the tribe not only could not be named Salian, but were all exiled to Guangze in the east, if you came from Zambia, you should have passed there."

"That's not a good place, my God, Ms. Lucky, may they be safe." Montero interjected, and the deputy mercenary leader was still interested: "But why are you the last Salian?"

"Huh~huh~" Aaron continued to snort, but he didn't say why.

Ferrara glared at Montero, the smart mercenary leader knew enough was enough.

"Because in Cormyr, marquess, viscount, and sub-baron are all subordinate titles. They are subordinate to the superior title, marquess is subordinate to duke, viscount is subordinate to earl, and baronet is subordinate to baronet. Hold it while you're alive." Who knew that the pastor made up a knife, and she said lightly: "The son of the viscount can't be the viscount, so naturally the position of the viscount is not so attractive."

Aaron twitched the corners of his mouth, and he stared at Miss Pastor maliciously.

Are you tearing down my desk?
Who told you to...do something bad last night!The pastor's lips made a few mouth shapes, and a blush flashed across her face.

It seems that Miss Priest is not a complete saint, she also has a little bit of revenge.

This is even better!Aaron chuckled inwardly.

It is still the same sentence of Slaanesh, I am not afraid of you crying, I am not afraid of you laughing, I am afraid that you will not cry or laugh!

The distance from Karan Hotel to Suzal is not very far. As long as the journey is not delayed, they will be able to arrive at the city of Suzal at three or four in the afternoon and enter the capital of Cormyr.

Ferrara and the group gradually relaxed at this time. They were already approaching the relatively prosperous areas in the kingdom. There were fewer and fewer forests on both sides of the road, more and more farmland, and gradually denser guard posts. They could also see many villages themselves. Organized patrols haunt the neighborhood.

In the country, monsters are densely covered, and there are countless races and creatures in the mountains, forests, grasslands, swamps, rivers, and wilderness, each of which may threaten the survival of human beings, so any village will organize its own villagers Self-defense forces, patrols to ensure law and order.

Unlike most countries in the kingdom, Cormyr has a powerful army and a luxurious battle mage group. People in this kingdom are proud of being Cormyr. When the village is attacked, they can Rest assured to wait for the support of Cormyr's army.

It's just that the catastrophe two years ago and the goblin war a few months ago not only caused the Cormyrs to lose their beloved king, but also greatly weakened the kingdom's army. Therefore, the defense of the village has been greatly strengthened in recent days, and the villagers Be especially wary of outsiders.

The existence of Aaron greatly solved this problem. As long as they saw the purple dragon emblem on his burqa, the villagers' reactions were all relieved and smiling for them to pass.

Ferrara and Montero kept smiling. Aaron really saved them a lot of trouble, even the people sent out to investigate, just walk along the main road.

"Talk about me, tell me about you, Mr. Ferrara, how about you? Are you at least twice my age? Why don't you consider this issue?" Aaron saw Ferrara and President Montero I was interested in myself, so I took the initiative to change the subject.

"Your Majesty Viscount, just call me Ferrara." The mercenary chief stroked his beard and sighed, "I'm an adventurer, an adventurer. Is it too extravagant to consider starting a family and marrying a wife?"

"I know that some mercenaries can buy an identity after retirement, and be a patrol member or a town guard." Ferrara pointed to a few young people who were patrolling under the leadership of two veterans not far away: "But it must be Lord Viscount is very clear that most of these positions are reserved for local retired adventurers, and it is fine for me to come from other places... Moreover, this is not the life I want. "

"What do you want in life?" Aaron asked excitedly.

Ferrara's strength is a second-tier elite fighter. Although fighters are a bad job in the country, Ferrara has elite strength and can already find a place to be a patrol captain or a town guard.

In the country, the level of professionals is roughly divided into four levels.

The first level is generally considered to be novice adventurers. They are still mastering the characteristics of their professions, the basics of entry professions, and groping for the path they should take. They are collectively called apprentices. If they encounter a battle, what they can solve is A small nuisance near a farmhouse or village.

The current Aaron and the former battle mage apprentice Hicks are all apprentices.

The mortals of the second level have become unique. Non-casters have begun to master considerable combat skills, and spellcasters have gradually begun to master three-ring magic, such as fireball and lightning. They have begun to have the ability to solve crises in towns, cities, and even some small countries. Ability, they are collectively referred to as the elite level.

Ferrara, Montero, Miss Priest and the barbarian Asha are at this level.

It is worth mentioning that the strength of professionals at this level has begun to expand, and part-time jobs or "sub-professions" have also begun to appear.

The mortals of the third level have achieved a state far beyond the ordinary people, and are even superior in skills among adventurers.Many spellcasters will get 6-level spells, which can already achieve many supernatural effects, and non-casters can also achieve more amazing things while attacking. These powerful adventurers face those who threaten a country or even a region of things.

They are collectively referred to as masters.

The possible gap between a master-level professional and a master-level professional is larger than the gap between a normal person and a Kamen Rider.

The fourth level is the famous legends, their every move can determine the future of a continent or even the multiverse.

The gap between legends and legends is even greater than the gap between normal people and Ultraman.

However, the four levels are not insurmountable. For example, if we fight now, Aaron is very confident to beat Ferrara.

Because he was a spellcaster, and Ferrara knew nothing about him.

Even if Aaron is not afraid of melee combat, the truly well-trained Mages will not be very afraid of melee combat.

"I just want this kind of life, earn a lot of money, eat a lot of meat, complete commissions again and again, and roam around in the kingdom." Ferrara said nonchalantly: "If you have money, go to the tavern and order a partridge or a flamingo , quail, black water chicken, skylark, egret, in short, anything is fine, no matter how bad it is, maybe a piece of venison steak, I also want to eat three pieces of cream cake, and a glass of hot gin to match Guangze The finest death cheese out there."

"Very good, Mr. Ferrara, your menu is already comparable to the king's dinner." Aaron nodded: "I can't eat as well as you at home."

"If I didn't become a mercenary, would I be able to afford this kind of food? How much money would I get for a year as a guard in the town?" Ferrara said rather disdainfully: "Let's go this far, You can earn one or two hundred gold coins at the bottom of the guarantee, and if you run a few more times a year, can't you eat the king's dinner a few times?"

"But this way... you haven't considered it..." Eleanor couldn't help but speak, and the tone of the pastor's lady was obscure.

"Hey, mercenaries in our line of work want freedom, isn't it fun?" Ferrara spread his hands indifferently: "One vote is one vote, and death counts, who cares so much? "

"Of course I can retire by myself, but I have so many youngsters under my command. They all follow me and give their lives to me. If I run away, what will they do?" The mercenary leader patted his chest heartily: "Until I can't do it, I'll do it."

These desperadoes don't know the value of life at all!

Miss pastor gave up persuasion.

The Church of Our Lady of Silver has a good habit of never forcing others.

Aaron thought differently.

This is a group of free handymen and desperadoes, they are willing to do anything as long as they can make money, and their income is obviously several times higher than that of ordinary town guards. Can the 800 Golden Lion coins received by the royal family of Beschiel catch up with the income of the Ferrara adventure group for a year and a half.

Of course, beneath the outrageously high returns is an extraordinary loss rate.

According to the authoritative data of Candlekeep Scholars: 20% of adventurers end their adventure career after their first adventure due to death or disability. If there is a veteran belt, this number will be a little lower, but it will not be much lower.

It is true that the commissions for adventurers are expensive, but adventurers also have to bear a lot of risks. Nobles and employers from all walks of life can post missions in the adventure guild towns and towns. Welfare benefits, medical expenses are covered by themselves, no pension and funeral expenses are paid when they die, and adventurers who have not received a penny of compensation after the mission fails go to work hard.

It's really good value for money.

Even a country like Cormyr with a strong royal power and an elite army is reluctant to part with these cheap thugs, let alone other countries that are allied with the chaotic Northland lords.

Of course, adventurers are often different from adventurers.

Aragorn, son of Arathorn, chieftain of Dundan, king of Elisar, Boromir, son of Denethor II, regent of Gondor, Dann, king of the Lone Mountain-nephew of Ironfoot, dwarf prince Gimli, woodland prince Lygo Lars and the others are also adventurers.

Ferrara and the others are also adventurers.

The two sides obviously cannot draw equal signs.

What is discussed here is only the general situation of the latter, which has no fixed residence, no long-term goals, and relies entirely on commissions, wars, business, and adventures (often including plundering and killing for money).

As for the hymns in the bards' mouths that they found ancient treasures and obtained artifacts easily, and the whole team made a fortune.

Heh ↑ heh ↑.

It cannot be said that this is not the case at all.

Didn’t the pavilion chief in Surabaya and the monk in Fengyang also become emperors~
Aaron found himself almost looking at things from the sidelines in a very cold-blooded way.

Is this aristocratic logic?
"Mr. Ferrara, I am a warlock, but due to family inheritance, I also have a part-time job as a warrior." Aaron took advantage of the situation and made his request: "You are a veteran elite who has been in this business for 20 years I am a super soldier, I would like to ask, if I plan to go out frequently to take risks or go on field missions in the future, do you have anything you can teach me?"

"Oh? The honorable Viscount Cormyr-Salian would ask me, the mercenary leader, for advice?" Ferrara was really surprised.

"The sage once said that the wisdom of adventurers is infinite." Aaron smiled, and his attitude was very sincere: "It's always good to listen."

Once again his charisma worked.

"Since this is the case, then I have to talk about the adventure experience of Ferrara, a veteran Zambian fighter."

　Update it.

　　The protagonist is really just a rookie at the apprentice level.

　　But vegetable chicken can also be very strong!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)