Haroon

“Yikes!”

During the battle with the other Wyvern, Magram suddenly sees a shadow of steel claw claws approaching just above his head, relaxed and quickly rolling to the sword.

Pa!

No matter how sharp and hard the Wyvern's claws, which had been grazed over his head with a spontaneous car, a huge pit was soon dug. The man who misses him flies back up again, shaking his big wings vigorously, flashing his lively yellow eyes.

“Damn it!”

When I woke up to the swearing speech I heard next to me, Chor was rolling the floor like he was a loser. As a wizard, he was unable to endure the Wyvern's attack of ignoring the magic of the three circles.

‘I didn't think the Wyvern was such a strong monster. ’

I suddenly remembered the embarrassment on the faces of the two people who were stuck with small rocks on their backs. I had no idea how to overcome this crisis.

I just saw the top of the rock that had been struck with an authentic nail falling out of a pile. There seemed to be no way two people could do it in a yard like this.

“Are you dying? ”

“Maybe.”

They smiled bitterly.

I didn't want the Wyvern to catch me and fly me to his nest. Now all you can do is make one last attack. Of course, I did not expect Wyvern to be attacked.

“Damn, we're turning into tools to teach hunting skills. ”

According to Chorn, GM is not the strongest among users. The two people who confronted the Wyvern family members who were trying to teach their hunting skills to an older cub will not be able to stand up properly for a few times, but will be gathered right at the door of death.

With a basic level of 120, the Wyvern is a formidable opponent they cannot yet use Mana.

You can't trim his feathers, nor his hide, when Mana is unavailable. Even Magram's unique grade longsword could not cut his claws.

It was a desperate moment.

However, their eyes, which were losing their light, immediately revived. Suddenly, there was a magic spell.

“Magic missiles! ”

Three magic missiles were flying towards the Wyvern in the low air. A magical attack, launched by an unknown helper, barely saved their lives.

The Wyvern sensed the danger and swung its wings rapidly to orbit the glider, but the less-grown man could not dodge the attack.

Ow!

A massive fuselage of the Wyvern screams out loud as it falls to the ground.

“You hit it. Hooray! ”

Chorn raises his hands and cheers, but Magran frowns. I saw the young Wyvern's two wings falling to the ground, clasped with hard claws from both sides.

With the help of two adult Wyverns, the baby Wyvern soon recovered from the shock, making its huge wings strong and soaring back up into the sky.

“Magic missiles! ”

The magic has flown again. There were five rounds this time.

‘Wrong.’

Magram shakes his head. At first, the young Wyvern failed to dodge the magic missile and was hit only by a lack of experience. Hard leather and feathers cannot be hit by a magic missile without causing serious injury. They weren't even wounded by their unique swords. Moreover, the distance was too far.

The Wyvern flew in at an incredible pace, taking care of one person each. Of course, you dodged a magic missile with a smooth flight technique.

Boom!

I swiftly grazed the heads of two people who rolled around the floor and heard a loud bang as another rock fell on Wyvern's claws.

A Wyvern descends at a massive speed towards the wizard wearing a blue robe across the large rock in the eyes of the two men who fled through the gap between the rocks with both hands.

“Fire Flame! ”

With a charming spell, the handsome wizard of the early twenties was shot straight up toward the Wyvern in a terrifying uproar, creating a huge flame over his head. He stands on a high rock and stares up at the Wyvern accidentally.

“No! Move!”

Chorn screams as he screams. Although the Fire Flame is a powerful four-circle magic, the speed of the lowering Wyvern cannot do much damage. The wind, derived from the speed at which it can be processed, significantly lowers its magical power. He had already experienced it once.

“Huff!”

Fortunately, the wizard hurriedly jumped off the rock with security, whether the warning had worked. However, as the Wyvern turned his claws down instead of his head, he was able to survive a slight slowdown.

Boom!

Boom!

The top of the rock, directly under their powerful claws, splashes the rubble and debris away with a bang.

The wizard hurriedly ran from the Wyvern's claw attack to the ground, hurrying toward the crevice where the two men hid.

Magram almost burst into laughter with a face so different from when he leisurely cast his magic in that fancy pose. At that brief moment, there was a danger of life shifting and sweating on the wizard's face.

Seeing his sword not far away, Magram quickly rolls over and grabs his missing sword, but he has to be attacked by another one who was aiming for a chance at a horsitam.

As soon as Magram grabbed the sword, he felt a strong wind above his head and instinctively wielded it.

Ka 'ang!

He bounces back with his claws and his terrible metal, and his body rolls around and crashes into the rock. His right shoulder, which was holding the sword, is now completely dislocated.

“Danger!”

Magram, who heard the distress of the Chorn, wakes up in agony and sees two other Wyvern flying towards him. Their black claws, like hooks, are closed up. A horrific video of the body piercing his claws instantly passed through his head.

“Fire Ball! ”

“Fire Ball! ”

With an urgent magic spell, ten Fire Balls fly towards the Wyvern flying down towards him.

Dream!

Pack it up!

Luckily, they dodge the fireball, screaming furious noises and climb back up into the sky. However, for him, the two who rushed out of the cracks of the rock were in grave danger of crippling themselves. The young Wyvern, who had thrown Magram's sword just above their heads, was holding a sharp claw and lowering it.

“Move!”

Magran screams and warns you of the danger, but it feels like it's too late for a moment. The fiercely bent claws were close to the top of their heads.

Ta-ah!

Magran seems to have heard a small sigh at the moment of crisis. I'm too distracted to know if it's true or delusional, but a scabbard just flew at an incredible speed toward the Wyvern trying to grab the head of an unknown wizard with his colleague at once.

Phew!

I noticed the eyes of the surprised Wyvern.

On one side of his wing, the dagger is embedded deep enough to see only the sack.

Decorate it!

The Wyvern was struck by a dagger in its wings, whipping its wings back into the sky with a scream of a mixture of anger and pain, but it was shaking severely.

Is that even possible? ’

The moment you see the dagger in the depths of the hide pierced through its feathers, even the blade has not been cut, Magram becomes numb. He couldn't even conceal his appearance. At last, the two people who realized the danger and cried and rolled around on the floor were also distracted.

Here he comes again! ’

Magram was looking at the steel beak of the Wyvern that lowered towards him without feeling the reality. The beak is hard and sharp enough that even his sword cannot defeat it.

As sharp teeth like teeth are enlarged, Magram closes his eyes unknowingly.

Ta-ah!

You hear another small sigh. I could hear it clearly this time. Upon hearing the sound of a struggle, Magram opens his eyes and sees two daggers flying towards the two wirebundles flying towards him.

The daggers were facing the eyes of the folded wirebundle to come down at a rapid rate, and that day, a shimmering light was flashing. The day of the dagger that emits a shimmering light flows through it like nothing can pierce it.

Maghm and the two eyes return to the direction where the sound came from without my even realizing it.

It is far. The man standing in the bright sunlight is on a small, old tree 20 meters away from them. The man's hands, which could not see his face because of the dazzling sunlight, heard two daggers reflecting the light.

Cough!

The wyverns whip their wings rapidly, making a sharp noise to see if they felt any danger. They have sharp vision and hearing to see the target, even at great distances. They seem to recognize the power of the dagger fast enough to last as long as they can.

A young Wyvern with a dagger on one side of its wing flies unstable, glancing at the man with a shimmering eye.

“Him!”

He moved like a man's arms were dozens.

‘What? I don't think you have that many arms, but it looks that way.... ’

As the mysterious man moved his arm, dozens of daggers and guards flew towards the young Wyvern. The memorizations where there was a shimmering glow flowed from the blade together were both directional and angular.

The appearance of a man who flies dozens of memorizations as quickly as throwing them all at once was imprinted very firmly in Magram's head, along with the afterglow. The startled young Wyvern flaps his wings to avoid it, but he cannot avoid the recollection because of the wounds already inflicted.

Pablo!

You hear the sound of memorization in the wings of the young Wyvern.

Cough!

The young Wyvern screams horribly.

Kuang!

The terrifying Wyvern crashes to the ground without a hitch.

Oh, my God! ’

Magnum blinks without knowing it. It was a Wyvern that neither myself nor my colleagues had the courage to face above level 80.

Not only does it not work properly, but its astonishing attack speed surpasses the speed at which it wields a sword, and the defensive power of the hide lies flat on the ground, flapping its wings powerlessly like a chick, like when a powerful Supreme Monster Wyvern could not be slashed by a regular sword.

You mean Expert, who uses Mana? ’

I can't believe I'm meeting an Expert-class warrior in a dump like this.

Hold on!

The two Waibuns, who realized the cub was in danger, scream and descend perpendicularly at an incredible rate. The three of them were surprised at the sound of the tearing air, then looked up at the sky and almost sat down without knowing it.

But they didn't have to look that bad.

Shotgun!

You hear the blasting of air in succession. The three eyes of the two Wyvern turned to the space between the man and the Wyvern.

At that moment, what came into their eyes was a sight that could not be seen. Dozens of memories that were streaking up and down towards the lowering Wyvern looked like giant birds with wings spread.

At the end of those memorizations, there was a shimmering glow. The three of them couldn't breathe because they looked fantastic as if they were looking at a picture.

The living Wyvern descends from the sky to the earth, and it seems like a giant bird made of scaffolding rises from the ground to the sky to fight the Wyvern.

Cough! Cough!

After years of experience and sensation, the two Wyvern sensed the deadly threat contained in the memorials flying towards them, swiftly stretched its folded wings and turned, then soared back up into the sky.

Oh, my God!

As if the sky and the earth had changed, the memorials soared to a great height.

It was an incomprehensible scene. It was hard for three people to see with their own eyes how light daggers and scales could soar to that height, even against gravity.

Although he is smaller than the other two, according to the monster instinct, he really didn't expect Wyvern, a level 120 or higher, to become like that in the rain.

Two Wyverns with massive fuselage at the risk of a young Wyvern scream, spreading their wings as if they were about to descend, but they do not descend, fearing the memory in a man's hands.

Meanwhile, I noticed a man jumping lightly like the wind from a tree.

A man who could not predict his age because of his thin, shiny beard and long flowing forehead was roughly tied up with long hair.

There was a sword hanging from the side of the man who was wearing a hard leather and cutting two backpacks across his back, but a dagger and a splinter were inserted between his fingers.

Now, three people, who have escaped the Wyvern's threat, have plundered the soil buried in their clothes.

“You Sylvester! I like it.”

Chorn approaches the man flapping his wings with arrogant eyes as if threatened by the Wyvern. It seemed like he was trying to get angry.

“Look out!"

The man slowly approached three people and shouted.

A young Wyvern with more than ten memorizations inserted into his wings and twisting his wounded wings suddenly looked at Chorn with his fiercely shiny eyes, and he waved his two wings strongly as if they were all dead and charged at the approaching chords.

“Huff!”

Chorn's mouth flashes open as he approaches the lively young Wyvern and his face turns white for a moment. Claws that look like steel grappling hooks flare up as if trying to grab the head of a walker without any defence.

Magnum, who was closest to Chorn, rushes in surprise and reflexively hugs him and rolls to the floor.

Get it!

The floor dug deep into his balm the other time. Thankfully, it was just next to the collapsed Magram and Chorn's body. First of all, we're out of trouble.

But the danger was not over. The young Wyvern glances at them with his shimmering eyes like when he was wounded, revealing sharp teeth like teeth.

The two instinctively looked around, but the man was still 20 feet away, and the other wizard stood dumb as if frozen.

“Thyat!”

I thought I could hear it. A scabbard flies toward the young Wyvern's head. The speed was too fast for me to keep up, so I had a vision.

Cough!

The young Wyvern quickly folds its wings and bows its head, sensing danger. Harun flies past the space where his head had just been.

The young Wyvern trembles with fear. The Wyvern of Spirituality senses that Mana was on the Harun Flying Creek this time. However, for a moment, the young Wyvern's gaze flashed.

- Liffy!

The man who appeared, Harun, remembered Liffy in his mind and called out his name, and he was summoned. The summoned speed is as fast as any other spirit. It was definitely a spiritual connection to him.

- Bury half the Wyvern in the ground.

- No problem.

The young Wyvern's legs, which were about to fly off the ground with the last of their might to flee, were sucked into the ground. He can't spread his wings, not only by his legs, but also by being buried in the ground at the bottom of his wing.

“Karat!”

Harun's body, which had just put the splint on his right finger in place and pulled out the Von Sword instead, slammed into the ground at an incredible speed and flew toward the young Wyvern. It was so fast that the eyes of the three watchers on the ground could not keep up.

Oh, shit!

The young Wyvern's head rolls on the floor of Deguru, with a slice that cools his chest. Though small compared to its size, the rolling head of Magram's torso gives a strange feeling and horror.

At the side of Chorn, who is buried in the ground in horror, Magran looks at Harun, doubting whether he is opening his eyes properly.

Harun's hand holds a sword with a white sword instead of memorization. A sword that looked like it was made of animal bones, but it cut off the Wyvern's head at once.

Pack it up!

Cough!

You hear the wailing of the missing young Wyvern, but they dare not come down. I experienced that power firmly before. But they were circling the air to make sure they couldn't leave their cubs behind.

When the Wyvern, who had been circling the air for a while, finally flew toward the nest in the far north, Harun, who was in a state of tension, released his strength into his sword's hand.

Meanwhile, Magram, Chorn and a wizard, who had avoided to a safe place, sat on the floor without a hitch. I was relaxed. The three bodies were drenched in cold sweat and the body was still trembling with fear.

Harun asks Livy to keep the ground in place, which has not yet disappeared. Then the floor that swallowed one-third of Wyvern's gigantic body rises to the top.

- Thank you, Liffy! You can go back.

- Anytime. The Spirit Realm is so boring.

Livy flies to the wink and disappears, thankful to have summoned her. Unlike his appearance, he was a very sweet and likable friend. It was a different dimension than anyone who was not a bitch.

Harun glances at the three people who are still stuck in a daze, and approaches Wyvern's corpse. He pulls out his memory, wipes it well, and then takes out the clear divination from his recollection. Not as skilled at butchering as Shirine, he had to use his best item, the Translucent Elixir.

Without even injecting Mana, the sharp, clear scaffolding makes it easy to dig into Wyvern's flesh. Harun carefully moves his hands holding the scabbard, recalling Shirine slaughtering Griphon.

Zec!

In the chaos of the battle against the Wyvern until just now, you hear only the sound of the scabbard peeling. Harun was separating Wyvern's hides, claws, and tendons, as he had learned from Shirine over his shoulder.

In the meantime, three people took their potions and healed their tired and injured bodies. The curious gaze of the three men did not leave Harun.

They are users who know information about Beyond's world.

They knew that there was no spirit among the users. With the exception of some NPCs, the animists were all known as Elves. At least he wasn't a lesser spirit, judging by how quickly he was able to divide the ground to a depth of nearly two meters.

Moreover, in the trajectory of a clean sword, as well as injecting Mana into a weapon, the skill of a sword was also considerable. The Spiritual Prosecutor must have been the last few in Beyond's history.

Even with the intense curiosity and hot attention of the three people, Harun was focusing on his work with his expressionless face. The three of them were unable to keep their mouths shut about how godly they looked.

Until the moment Harun is finished slaughtering, only a shriek of flesh is heard in the awkward silence of the child.

Harun finally picks up all the Wyvern's byproducts from the slaughter and puts them in his magic backpack, and the three of them approach him as if they had promised.

“Thank you for saving my life. It's called Maghm.”

“I owe you my life. I am Chorn the Wizard.”

“Thank you very much. I almost crossed the line and went to Hwancheon-gil. Please call me Ares. ”

Three people thanked me.

‘It's the users.’

From what I can see, I can see whether they are users or residents of Beyond. The vibe is different.

Users had no room for NPC. The burden of death was different, so the value of death was different. Of course, the value of the grace that saved my life was different. NPCs were so light on the savior who saved his life (?) will not say hello.

I don't know why I came to this dangerous place that is dying in a crowd, but Harun was not interested in the users.

“It's Harun. Let's meet next time we meet." ”

Harun, who received their greetings briefly, turns away without delay. This has delayed a lot of time. I had to hurry to get inside the camp today.

“Hey!”

“Eh……. ”

“Now, wait a minute! ”

The three of them rushed to his feet, not expecting Harun to leave so easily.

“Why, what more do you need? ”

“That……. ”

Harun's question stops, and a well-spoken chorus stutters. However, it is because people who saved their lives in such a cruel place easily turn their backs. Then the hawk panicked and couldn't open his mouth.

Ares was the one who spoke to Harun.

“Do you mind if I ask where you're going? ”

“I don't know why that is. ”

Harun gives a grumpy look. I didn't want to get involved with the users. But Ares was completely different from his mind.

“I want to repay you somehow for saving my life. Moreover, since that Silver Man is a rare Spirit Swordsman, we cannot part like this. If it doesn't get in the way, I hope you will accompany me and repay me slowly. I know it's hard to be brave enough to get in here, but I don't know the geography of this place at all, so I think it would be a waste of my life to save a savior. ”

Harun smiles at his words. I rescued you from drowning, but you asked me to give you the bag! I intend to stick to it.

But on the other hand, I liked his candid attitude.

“I don't want anything in return. I have other things to do. I can't go with you. If the three of you were together, you'd be safer than you are now. ”

Harun cuts it just right off and refuses his offer.

“May I ask what you're doing and why you're here? ”

Chorn stepped out this time. You seem curious to hear that there is work to be done in this cruel mountain called Hook. Harun is annoying, but they've been meeting for a long time, so I decided to talk to them.

“I'm a mercenary. And don't worry, we can't just say the quest out loud. ”

“A mercenary, not a spirit? Uh, if you're a mercenary, aren't you a gale mercenary? ”

The eyes of Magram and Ares grew hotter as well as the cautious chorn. Those of you who have recently received information about Fukran can, of course, recall the name of a gust when they heard about Fukran and the mercenaries.

“Yes. I am the commander of the gale mercenaries. ”

Harun's answer brightens the faces of the three. All three knew of his existence. Harun, on the other hand, found them even weirder. I wondered how they knew about the storm troopers.

“Wow! Meeting the famous gale mercenaries here, it really is heaven's work." ”

Chorn shakes his head and shakes Harun's hand. I don't know what to do. It's good to see you too.

“It's an honor to meet such a famous gale mercenary by chance. I didn't even have a good dream last night. ”

I came close to him with an excited face. Harun didn't know why they were so pleased with him, but soon he could see why.

‘Ah! Our mercenaries are on the game channel. ’

It finally made sense that they recognized themselves. But there were still some questions that were not solved. Why they're so pleased with themselves. However, I closed my mouth and looked at them with strange eyes.

Chorn opens his mouth to see if you've noticed.

“We are strangers. In our world, it is widely known that the storm troopers are already in charge of guiding us to the Gem Mine. Moreover, any mercenary with enough skill to deal with the Wyvern alone in this vicious Fuchran can guess what it is. That's why I quickly found out that Silver is a storm trooper. ”

Chorn, like all other users who have seen him for the first time, considers Harun an NPC.

Oh, my God, where do I get off looking like an NPC? ’

But it was not once or twice annoying for users to see themselves as NPCs.

“Actually, we were heading to the gem mine for a different purpose than the other estramorwn. I didn't know the exact location and didn't have a guide, but I had something I needed to find out, so I came into Hookran. ”

“Another purpose? ”

According to Chorn, Ares asked on Harun's behalf. I was curious about the identity of the other purpose.

“You don't have to know. Anyway, we have a more important mission than the Gem Mine. ”

‘Of course, it's better to get gems during the process. ’

Chorn did not want to tell Ares their mission, not Harun.

Ares was unclear who the same user was. They seem to be outnumbered by their skills, but considering this is unlikely without the same GM, one of the hidden high rankers they were looking for must have been.

Ares, who was looking at Chorn and Magran for a moment with a strange look, said to Harun with a resolved look.

“I have a special job that doesn't exist in this world. I don't know if you can understand this, but my job is to do in-depth coverage of the issues in the Terran Empire, to bring the details and the videos to the world of foreigners. ”

“Journalist?”

“Then a reporter from the station? ”

Chorn and Magran scream in surprise.

Ares nods slightly at them and looks at Harun and says,

“This time, the gem mine discovered in the Hookran Mountains came to Hookran to investigate what was happening in depth because it became the best topic in the estramorworld. But the Hook Mountains were much more dangerous than I'd ever heard. It's wrong to come here alone, but I don't even have a colleague to help me... Oh, I'm sorry. Do I look like an individual data collector here? That's why I had to come in here prepared to die. ”

In his words, Chorn and Magran exchange their eyes.

I had no idea that I was a reporter for a game broadcaster. I thought it might be a GM dispatched from another Union branch, but it was unmarked. So, I wondered who he was, but I was surprised that he was too honest to tell me who he was.

But I understood why the game broadcaster journalist was here, but I didn't understand that one broadcaster, or a freer journalist, who was not a full-time job, had the upper hand than they had.

“I'd like to request a favor from the storm troopers. If you help me keep track of what's happening at the jewelry mine, I'll pay you money you've never received before. ”

It was an unexpected offer. In addition to asking you to ensure your safety, you need to guide yourself to the gem mine and find out what's going on there. Of course it couldn't have been easy.

“An unprecedented reward? Obviously, I'm more interested in flavor than just asking for help. ”

“Of course. I'm a freelance journalist who gets paid for the value of knights, so I tend to make sure of this. ”

Harun's face brightens as he looks like Gumi. Harun has a strange glow in his eyes. A faint smile comes to Harun's face, smelling the unexpectedly rich smell of money.

“But how long will it last? Among the quests that our mercenaries have handled so far, they received 100,000 gold, which is more than that... ”

Harun said, pretending to be in a position of indecision, Ares' face turned white. It was the same with Chorn and Magnum.

100,000 gold? In my current illusion... Whoa! 3 billion! ’

Some mercenaries are paid 3 billion, not 100 million, and not 300 million. It was unimaginable by their accident. I don't know how many men there are and how good they are, but I thought they were great mercenaries.

As far as they knew, mercenaries who were just escorting, killing monsters, or living as war mercenaries fell to their barracks were not told that they would receive 100,000 gold in compensation for one incident, namely 3 billion.

I saw the surprised faces of the three of them, but Harun was only surprised.

‘Well, it's not a total lie. ’

The money received from the Currency was 20,000 gold. Of course, he gave 10,000 gold to the Herbal Guild (including Gatz) in return for the map, but included in the reward amount.

And the bodies of Iron Snake that are not on the quest, but that have been captured or found in the meantime, will be worth tens of thousands of gold, even if we don't know for sure, based on the price of the antidote sold in the pharmacy market.

As Gatz said, if you make and sell armor with the cover of the Iron Snake, you will get tens of thousands of gold. Harun has a sheep capable of making at least dozens of pieces of defense gear.

The problem was that the calculation was based not on materials, but on the price of the items produced by processing them all, but on top of that, the value of all items obtained during the quest process would be roughly the amount of profit from Fukran.

“It's an interesting quest, but I'm not interested right now. Our mercenaries will finish here quickly and soon be on their way to the Land of Silence. ”

“Yes? To the land of tranquility? What are you doing there? ”

Harun looks at Ares with strange eyes. Even the other two felt pathetic.

Ares became shy after realizing that he had asked for the mercenary's secrets too publicly. Harun, who seemed to like the expression of innocence, told me some information.

It didn't matter if you told me it was soon known information. No, I was going to spread the word. That way, we can fend off the forces that will fight fiercely over the dungeons that surround us.

“Well, I'll tell you it's still a secret, but I'll think about the relationship I met in this unpopular place. There is information that an ancient dungeon was found near the land of tranquility. ”

“Ancient dungeon? ”

Ares' eyes widen in tears. The same was true of Chorn and Magma.

Dungeons are people who have experienced many things as a user. But it's not a sloppy monster dungeon, it's an ancient dungeon.

“Information that found artifacts left behind by ancient civilizations, including the Ancient Wizard. Perhaps over time, someone will speak lightly to your estramorwn and the people of this world. ”

“An ancient dungeon. Is there really an ancient grimoire there? ”

Ares wets the parched lips and asks.

“Yes. The magic of this age is significantly lower than that of the Ancients, so the Imperial Court and the towers will be in chaos." ”

Ares and Chorn's spellbinding eyes shake violently.

"Amazing!"

This is our chance! It's one of a kind! ’

Fire flashes from Chorn and Ares' eyes.

No matter what, we have to go there. Fuchran's gem mine vanishes from their minds in an instant. Whatever the other artifacts are, the Ancient Wizard is an unbelievable item compared to the Gemstone Mine.

During their time at the Horse Tower, they heard and understood how great ancient magic was.

Unlike Magram, who still did not know its value, Chorn and Ares' faces were becoming visually distinct.

‘But how does the mercenary, who's been here for so long, know for sure, know so much information? ’

Ares suddenly wondered that. But it is foolish to ask where you got such information. There's no way to say that.

‘A mercenary with massive numbers is either running a vast network of information throughout the Empire or dealing with intelligence organizations. ’

Ares came to that conclusion. I work with two friends and team members who can find information on their own.

I wouldn't be able to become this high ranker on my own, and I wouldn't be able to find a story worth a fortune.

Two friends and teammates had almost ghost-like abilities in collecting and filtering information.

Ares' friends, who were twins, had the ability to access uninets and globalnets with their own three incredibly powerful computers, to find information even in members-operated cafes with excellent hacking skills, and were able to retrieve information faster than anyone else.

Ares was impatient.

‘We need to get this story out there. ’

I had to inform the game broadcaster that an ancient dungeon had been discovered sooner than others. In order to do so, we need to know if it's authentic.

“Do you have anything to prove that? ‘

Ares' politely asked face was filled with expectations.

“Oh, my! Why would I tell you something like that? I have something to prove, so I can say this. Would I lead a mercenary who knows everyone in his empire? ”

Of course I know someone who does. That's why Harun was able to speak confidently. Harun's response, mixed with his furrows, lowers his heart. It was like he had been sown publicly.

The famous mercenary commander with the power to guide the Fuchran Jewel Mine could not have made an unsubstantiated sound.

After all, Ares has given his answer to make sure the information about the ancient dungeons is true.

“If I can find evidence or evidence of that information, I will reward the commander for it. ”

Ares desperately looked at Harun with an urgent look on his face. I hope this mercenary was greedy for money. That way you can get this information yourself.

Harun, who was about to refuse his offer at once, immediately came up with a way to use this information. It is to take advantage of this user, who is a reporter at the station.

I think I can make a lot of money depending on Ares' capabilities.

“A case? Maybe that's okay. I was going to go down to the nearby castle tomorrow and contact some of the information guilds anyway. Our mercenaries and the Guild of Information are on good terms. ”

Harun pauses, thinking about something, and soon his eyes light up toward Ares.

“Wait. Maybe it'll be a good relationship with you. Like you said, if you had a job keeping me updated, you could use the information I have to make a little profit. Isn't it enough to be rewarded just for the first time by informing you that an ancient dungeon with priceless artifacts has been discovered? And if you can do that, you will always be one step ahead of everyone else and you will continue to receive enormous rewards for your profession by delivering vividly the process of exploring that dungeon. ”

“Yes, that's right. ”

Ares nods frantically at Harun's words. There was nothing wrong with what he said. Although he was NPC, a mercenary, he had a better understanding of the freelance reporter's position because he had been through a lot in the world.

It doesn't matter if it's risky or not. No matter the circumstances, the ability of journalists to find and publish that information before anyone else does. It's the most effective way for a freelance journalist like her to make money.

‘Yikes, that's great. I know how to earn money and be the first mercenary commander to discover the Jewel Mine in these dangerous Fuchran Mountains. I don't know my world or the job of a journalist, but I do know how to make money. ’

The more I thought about it, the greater Harun looked. The perception of mercenaries who thought they were living in danger because of their rough nature changed suddenly.

Chorn and Magma were also surprised. Not as much as Ares, but they also knew the importance of information and that information was a lot of money. In fact, even though they are GMs, they participate directly in the game to get the information Neckwall wants directly.

“S-boss! I have a suggestion."

“What?"

Harun takes out his water bag and asks, drinking water.

“The quest will be canceled. Rather work with me. If you could just walk us through the ancient dungeons, walk us through the process of information and authenticity, we'll give you a share of the ongoing rewards from the broadcaster. ”

“Hmm.”

Harun tugs at the gummy bear. It was a hassle, but Bell needed a lot of money to buy the materials she wanted through black trading. It's mostly possible if you don't do it yourself and just let him accompany you.

“Seven to three, what do you think? ”

“Well, if I were seven, ”

“Yes? That's ridiculous. ”

Ares shakes his head violently. It's crazy that your team does all the hard work and gives you 70% of the profits. Although I am now fully a bystander and only see things going on, it was too much for Chorn or Magram to see.

However, Harun's attitude was justified.

“Without me, the first foreigner to come across such advanced information would have been incompetent. Besides, if I'm going to accompany you and protect you, that's exactly what I'm going to need. ”

“Well, thank you for saving my life this time, but I'm pretty good with strangers, too. The name is the Battlewizard of the Four Circles. ”

“Hehe! I don't think I'll last a day in the Vault occupied by Elves. ”

Harun's words hurt his pride, and Ares flared his face, trying to protest immediately, but his eyes flashed.

“Elves?”

“Hehe. That's it. ”

Harun now settles down, pulls the jerky out of his backpack and starts eating lunch. After seeing that, Ares and the two of them also sat on a nearby rock and took out bread and filled the hallway, but without any conversation, they fell into their own thoughts.

After thinking about something, Ares throws the bread on the ground and approaches Harun.

“I'd like to have a meeting and talk again with the colleagues I work with, is that okay? ”

Harun nods, thinking for a moment, but not making a decision on his own.

“Good. I hope you get good results. Once the final guidelines on my side are five to five profit distributions, your team enters our mercenaries for trust. ”

“Our team is joining the gale mercenaries? ”

“Yes. That way, the trust of each other will be maintained, and we'll be able to accompany our mercenaries on their quests and keep a close watch on what happens." That way, our people can open up and help you. ”

It was Ares who thought Harun's words made sense. They will have more to gain if they become more advanced than just trading relationships. In fact, it was the twins who were in charge of the information, but it was only themselves who covered it.

If you belong to an organization as if you were a guild member and set the access point to be near a specific person, it is also easy to move around. Moreover, the dangerous moments were not once or twice because I was alone. It wasn't so bad to get under a solid barrier.

“Hmm. I'll see to it. I will discuss it with my team and come back. ”

As long as there was a team, he couldn't do it alone. Although he was a freelance journalist, the opinions of friends who could not be separated from each other for a long time were different.

“Good. That should be easy. I'm going camping around here for now, so let's head over there. ”

“Can we come with you? ”

It's Chorn. I don't know if I'm afraid of being left alone or if I have any other business with Ares, but I've asked him to accompany me. It was Harun. It didn't matter.

“It shouldn't be difficult. ”

Harun goes to the place he saw before he came here.

Along with the Ares that followed, Chorn and Magram's faces were severely stiffened, as well as the branches that followed.

Once Harun had settled in a gap near the rock he had seen before, the three of them logged out to look at their business. They had already revealed that they were foreigners, so their actions were unruly.

To Be Continued