A strange world

Chapter 1252 Section 174. Queuing up

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

Passers-by saw Annan wearing a mage's robe and said solemnly: "We don't know either, but there are rumors that the mountain castle has brought an imperial princess..."

"Mountain Castle Leader?"

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

"Thank you, I also want to ask about one more thing." Annan considered his words, "A dragon came to the Broken Mountains recently, right?"

The passerby quickly said: "It's just southeast of the mountain castle territory. Are you here to defeat the evil dragon...?"

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

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

Annan suddenly realized, had Ilimayas come to seek refuge with relatives?

Wait a moment……

Annan remembered that the Mother of Dragons said that she didn’t know where Ilimayas was either. Is she deceiving herself? It's unlikely... The Dragon Mother has been thinking about letting Ilimoyas inherit her wealth all day long, so there is no need to hide her whereabouts.

That means it's a blue dragon from outside the group. And since it is an evil dragon, it must be a male dragon... There is a dragon outside Ilimoyas carrying her back! ?

Isn't Ilimoyas sleeping all the time? When...dream?

The more Annan thought about it, the more likely it became. What else could make a blue dragon eager to leave its lair as soon as it woke up? ?

"That's right, I'm here to defeat the evil dragon..." Annan gritted his teeth and said, "Where is the mercenary guild? I'm going to accept the reward for defeating him!"

Following the direction pointed by passers-by, Annan came to the mercenary guild in the town.

Almost five years after arriving in Allen's world, Annan has not been to the mercenary guild a few times. After all, he is a lord, not an adventurer who does everything himself and fights life and death.

The mercenary guild in the town gathered many adventurers from the outside world. When they saw Annan wearing a mage robe, he put away his aggressive gaze.

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

The wooden signs hung by the mercenary guild are divided into two types: missions and crusade, with copper, silver and gold representing different levels of difficulty.

There were very few golden subjugation missions in the mercenary guild. Annan saw the mission of subjugating the evil dragon at a glance. The accumulated reward was 35 gold nairs, and the mercenary guild would also take 30% of the commission.

Therefore, no one cares about it, because the reward is not strong enough, and those who are strong enough will not work hard for a mere 30 gold.

Except Annan.

Withdrawing his gaze, Annan felt that more eyes were focused on him. The female mercenaries were throwing beautiful looks, and some mercenaries who liked little boys were also greedy.

Annan showed a hint of disgust, put on his hood, walked to the counter, and said calmly: "I want to take over the task of slaying the evil dragon."

The sounds in the mercenary hall suddenly disappeared.

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

"Level eight...eighth level warlock."

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

"But it won't affect my acceptance of the crusade mission, right?"

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

"My white dragon is parked just outside town."

The receptionist thought for three seconds before realizing that what Annan meant was "he came riding a dragon": "Please show your identity documents."

"What's that?"

"A certificate indicating that you are a mercenary."

Annan remembered that Michael had helped him register his mercenary registration, but it seemed that it had been lost a long time ago.

"I seem to have lost mine..."

"Then do you need a replacement?"

"Need..." Annan said helplessly.

"Okay, you need to register your identity and pay 30 to 50 silver coins to reapply..."

Annan paused: "Is it so expensive?"

Aren't warlocks spellcasters? Why are they still short of money?

With professionalism, the receptionist resisted the urge and did not ask: "Or you can choose to register, and you need to pay one gold."

"I'd better choose to reissue it..."

The receptionist picked up the parchment with a neat movement as if opening the door, and dipped the quill into ink.

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

After briefly 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 was lying 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 unrestrained, as if she had taken off all her clothes and walked in the ice and snow——

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

The blue dragon sensed faint traces of gold mines here.

This is an abandoned mine. The weeds in front of the cave turn into gray shrubs in winter.

Elimoas let go of the gnoll she was holding on to, and after Joan climbed down, she got into the cave and made her home in the depths.

"Is this our new home?"

Elimoas released her magic, and the strong wind stirred up made Joan unable to open her eyes. When the strong wind settled down, the cave was spotless.

"If you feel so."

Elimayas 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 looked at Joan, like a hard-working bee, busy moving stones in her nest, and her eyelids gradually drooped...

…

"Why are there so many people?"

When Annan came to the mayor's mansion, he was shocked by the people in the office hall.

The hunter-dressed man in front of him turned around and said, "The hunting season is about to start. Everyone is here to submit applications. Here, go over there and line up."

Annan walked to the cardboard box and received his number: number 34.

He raised his head and it was 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 in the town in the morning, and it was almost noon before it was almost his turn. The hunter-dressed man 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. The staff refused to recognize him on the grounds that the "Northern Hunter Association" had disappeared, and only gave him the treatment of an ordinary hunter.

Annan listened for a while and felt that the staff made sense.

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

When Annan was drowsy, 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 glanced at him: "Do you want to verify your identity? You are in the wrong team, that's where the mercenary affairs are."

"Isn't it hunting season?" Annan looked at the man who hadn't left yet in astonishment.

"Yes, hunter hunting season, not mercenary, you didn't say..." The man's northern accent was so hateful at this moment.

Annan changed the team silently. Fortunately, there were fewer people here.

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

Annan looked down at number 17 in his hand and shook his legs impatiently.