“How old did you say that lord is?”
The deputy commander turned and asked Mac.
“That lord looks to be only fourteen or fifteen years old.”
As an innkeeper who regularly received all kinds of people, he still possessed this level of discernment.
“A strike like that requires at least a Third Circle Transcendent to pull off, and he's only fourteen or fifteen? As expected of a young master of House Callis.”
The deputy commander felt deeply shocked, but once he remembered that the person was from House Callis, everything became reasonable again.
“Where is that lord now?”
Thinking of that family's power and status, the deputy commander naturally wanted to make his acquaintance.
“After giving me the badge, that lord went to find another room to rest,” Mac said, looking at At among the crowd. “At, which room did you arrange for that lord? Hurry and lead the lord from the knight order there.”
“Forget it.”
Just as At was about to lead the way, he was stopped by the deputy commander.
The other party had the innkeeper call them to clean up the mess but didn't show up himself, which clearly meant he had no desire to meet them.
Since the other party hadn't actively summoned them, forcing themselves upon him would inevitably arouse that lord's displeasure.
Although the deputy commander felt it was a pity, he wouldn't do something so foolish.
“We'll take the bodies of these three. Tomorrow when that lord wakes up, please give him my regards.”
“My name is Liel Kent.”
After giving Mac his instructions, Liel ordered his subordinate knights to take the bodies away.
After the members of the City Defense Knight Order left, a look of envy couldn't help but flash in At's eyes.
Normally, which of these lord knights wasn't high and mighty? It was already good enough if they didn't extort commoners like them, so how could they possibly offer help?
Their requests for help were basically dragged out indefinitely. Even when they were fast, they would only come to handle things after ten days or half a month.
And even if they did come, it was usually just a single person.
Yet tonight, a youth had merely produced a badge.
Without even showing his face, these usually lax lord knights had rushed over within minutes, and they had come with their entire roster.
After quickly handling the matter, that lord hadn't met with them, yet they didn't have a single word of complaint.
At this moment, the youth named At once again gained a new understanding of this world.
It turned out their response time could be so fast. It turned out their working attitude could be so serious. It turned out they also had such a friendly side.
“At, what are you thinking about?”
Noticing At spacing out, Mac nudged his shoulder and asked.
“Nothing, I just find it a bit ironic.”
At was an orphan; his parents had been beaten to death by local gang thugs in the city.
When he went to the City Defense Knight Order for help, he had received only a cold glare and an impatient “Get lost.”
“Don't think too much about it. Those noble lords are like stars in the sky, not something we can compare ourselves to.”
Mac knew At's past and likely had a good idea of what he was thinking, so he patted his shoulder and said.
“Uncle Mac, I know.”
At nodded. He was no longer the naive, foolish boy of the past.
It was just that sometimes, when he recalled these things, his heart could never remain calm.
...
The next day, Tyr retrieved his badge from Mac.
After having breakfast, he went to the caravan gathering point he had learned about from the receptionist.
When Tyr arrived, there were already over a dozen mercenaries waiting.
Upon seeing Tyr arrive, they were first slightly surprised, but then their eyes filled with disdain.
“A kid whose hair hasn't even fully grown in is trying to play mercenary like everyone else?”
In many ways, the mercenary trade was just like being a doctor—the younger you were, the more you were looked down upon.
Whether it was the cultivation of magic power or the accumulation of combat experience, none of it could do without the passage of time.
Thus, an overly young mercenary would subconsciously be treated as a half-baked amateur.
“If I remember correctly, the employer this time is recruiting Silver mercenaries, right? Kid, you aren't here to cause trouble, are you?”
The expressions of the other mercenaries looking at Tyr were also quite sour. In the mercenary trade, one made a living by licking blood off the edge of a blade.
Since the employer had specifically requested Silver mercenaries, it meant the enemies they might encounter required Silver mercenaries to deal with.
If Tyr lacked the strength, it would be equivalent to wasting a slot for a Silver mercenary.
During a battle, the lack of a strong combatant could be fatal.
Just like screening combat power before a team raid in a game, nobody wanted to team up with a weakling who lacked strength.
“Hey kid, I'm talking to you. Why are you acting like a mute?”
Seeing that Tyr completely ignored them, a fierce-looking mercenary's anger flared. He reached out to grab Tyr's collar.
But just as his hand rose, he suddenly felt a sharp gust of sword qi brush past his ear.
The fierce mercenary turned his head and discovered a lock of his hair drifting in the air.
His pupils shrank violently. In that instant just now, his hair had been cut off by this youth before he could react at all.
The faces of the surrounding Silver mercenaries also changed in unison. They hadn't seen how Tyr made his move at all.
“Is this proof enough?”
Tyr knew very well that wasting time arguing with these people was far inferior to directly awing them with his strength.
The fierce mercenary's face darkened. Although Tyr had proven his strength, his action just now was clearly a slap to his face.
However, Tyr's strike just now, besides proving he possessed the strength of a Silver mercenary, also proved another thing.
That was that none of those present were his match. Therefore, although the fierce mercenary was furious, he wasn't brain-dead enough to actually go and cause trouble for Tyr.
Not long after, the caravan's employer arrived.
It was a thin youth and a beautiful woman. From their bearing and demeanor, it wasn't hard for Tyr to see that they were nobles.
Upon arriving at the gathering point, the youth swept his gaze over the surrounding mercenaries. When he saw Tyr, his pupils shrank violently.
“You are... Tyr?!”
Suddenly called out by name, Tyr turned to look in the direction of the voice.
“Are you really Tyr?”
Seeing Tyr's reaction, the youth immediately confirmed the guess in his heart.
“My name is William. We met in the Sword Prison before.”
Seeing the doubtful look in Tyr's eyes, William took the initiative to introduce himself.
William... Tyr had some impression of this person. He was indeed one of the people in the first batch to be kicked out of the Sword Prison.
However, Tyr remembered that William used to be a little chubby kid.
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