Alien world

Chapter 1252 Chapter 174. Queuing
"Excuse me, who is the imperial princess you are talking about?" Annan walked over and asked.

Passersby saw Annan wearing a wizard robe and said stiffly: "We don't know either. There are rumors that the mountain fortress has brought an imperial princess..."

"Mountain Castle Leader?"

The passerby pointed to the depths of the Broken Mountains and said, "It's fifty miles east. The lord is Sir Makarov."

"Thank you. I want to ask you one more thing." Annan chose his words carefully. "An evil dragon has come to the Broken Mountains recently, right?"

The passerby quickly said, "It's just southeast of the mountain fortress. Are you here to defeat the dragon...?"

"Is that evil dragon a five-colored dragon?"

"It seems to be some kind of blue dragon..."

Annan suddenly realized that Elimoyas had come to seek refuge with her relatives.

Wait a moment……

Annan remembered that the Dragon Mother said that she didn't know where Elimoas was. Was she lying to herself? It was unlikely... The Dragon Mother was always thinking about Elimoas inheriting her wealth, so there was no need to hide her whereabouts.

That means it is a blue dragon outside the tribe. And since it is an evil dragon, it must be a male dragon... Is there a dragon outside that Ilimoas didn't know about?!

Wasn’t Elimoyas sleeping the whole time? When was…the dream?
The more Annan thought about it, the more likely it was. What else could make a blue dragon so eager to leave its lair right after waking up?
"Yes, I'm here to defeat the evil dragon..." Annan said through gritted teeth, "Where is the mercenary guild? I'm going to accept the reward for defeating the dragon!"

Following the direction pointed by the passerby, Annan arrived at the mercenary guild in the town.

It has been almost five years since Annan came to the Alan World, and he has only been to the Mercenary Guild a few times. After all, he is a lord, not an adventurer who does everything himself and fights for life and death.

The town's mercenary guild gathered many adventurers from outside the world. When they saw Annan wearing a wizard robe, they put away their aggressive gazes.

Even though Annan looked like a newcomer, he looked up at the wooden sign with today's reward in a daze.

There are two types of wooden signs hung in the Mercenary Guild: Missions and Crusades. The bronze, silver and gold colors represent different levels of difficulty.

There are very few gold-based subjugation missions in the Mercenary Guild. Annan saw the mission to subjugate the evil dragon at a glance. The accumulated bounty was 35 gold nars, and the Mercenary Guild would also take a 30% commission.

Therefore, no one is interested. Those who are strong enough are not interested in the reward, and those who are strong enough will not risk their lives for a mere 30 gold nars.

Except Annan.

Annan withdrew his gaze and felt that more eyes were focused on him. The female mercenaries cast their beautiful glances at him, and some mercenaries who liked little boys also looked at him greedily.

Annan showed a trace of disgust, put on his hood and walked to the counter, saying calmly: "I want to take the mission to defeat the evil dragon."

The sound from the mercenary hall suddenly disappeared.

"The challenge level of the evil dragon is above level 10. What is your level?"

"Level eight... Level eight warlock."

"Your challenge level is not high enough..."

"But it won't affect my ability to take on the subjugation mission, right?"

"Yes." The receptionist confirmed again: "Are you sure?"

"My white dragon is parked just outside of town."

The receptionist thought for three seconds before realizing that Annan meant "he came on a dragon": "Please show me your ID."

"what is that?"

"This is proof that you are a mercenary."

Annan remembered that it was Michael who helped him register as a mercenary, but it seemed that it had been lost long ago.

"I think I lost mine..."

"Do you need to reissue it?"

"Need..." Annan said helplessly.

"Okay, to reissue it, you need to register your identity and pay an additional 30 to 50 silver coins..."

Annan paused and said, "So expensive?"

Isn't a warlock a spellcaster? How could he be short of money?

With professional ethics, the receptionist resisted the urge to ask: "Or you can choose to register, which requires a payment of one gold nar." "I'd better choose to reissue it..."

The receptionist picked up the parchment and dipped the quill into ink as swiftly as if opening a shop.

"Annan Reeves, eighth-level warlock..."

After simply registering Annan's identity, the receptionist handed the second piece of parchment to Annan.

"Please go to the mayor's mansion to verify your identity."

……

Joan lay on the blue dragon's broad back, overlooking the black Broken Mountains, and couldn't help but want to scream and cheer.

At this moment, she was free, as if she had taken off all her clothes and was walking in the snow.

After jumping over one mountain after another, Ilimayas landed in front of a cave on the top of a low mountain.

The blue dragon sensed faint traces of gold here.

This is an abandoned mine. The weeds growing in front of the cave turned into gray bushes in winter.

Ilimoras released her hold on the gnoll and, after Joan climbed down, she dived into the cave and made her home deep inside.

“Is this our new home?”

Elimoas released her magic, and the strong wind she created made it impossible for Joan to open her eyes. When the wind subsided, the cave was spotless.

"If you feel that way."

Elimoas released her treasure and settled on it.

Joan immediately rolled up her sleeves and began to build a stone house in a corner of the cave according to her own wishes.

Elimoas watched Joan moving stones around in her nest like a hardworking bee, and her eyelids gradually drooped...

……

"Why are there so many people?"

Annan, who arrived at the mayor's mansion, was shocked by the people in the office hall.

The man dressed as a hunter in front turned around and said, "The hunting season is about to begin. Everyone is here to submit their applications. Go over there and line up."

Annan walked to the cardboard box and received his number: thirty-four.

He looked up, now...

"Number 17, number 17, come here." The staff behind the counter shouted.

Eighteen…twenty-three…twenty-eight…thirty-three…thirty-three…thirty-three…

Annan arrived at the town in the morning, and it was almost noon before it was his turn. The man dressed as a hunter in front of him was delayed again.

He spoke with a thick but friendly northern accent, and kept telling the staff that he had a certification from the Hunter Association. However, the staff refused to acknowledge him, saying that the "Northern Hunter Association" had disappeared, and only treated him as an ordinary hunter.

After listening for a while, Annan felt that the staff member's argument made sense.

The Northern Hunter Association was recognized before because it was also a member of the association. But as large areas of the North fell and order fell apart, the so-called Hunter Association certification lost its credibility.

When Annan was almost drowsy from listening, the man finally accepted the treatment of an ordinary hunter.

Finally it was his turn, and Annan handed over the parchment given to him by the Mercenary Association.

The staff member glanced at him and said, "You want to verify your identity? You are in the wrong line. That's where the mercenary affairs are."

"Isn't it hunting season?" Annan looked at the man who had not left in surprise.

"Yeah, it's hunter hunting season, not mercenary. You didn't say that..." The man's northern accent was so hateful at this moment.

Annan changed teams silently. Fortunately, there were fewer people here.

"Number 14, is Number 14 here? Number 14..."

Annan looked down at the number 17 in his hand and began to shake his legs impatiently.

(End of this chapter)