For mercenaries, the missions they wanted to accept the most and the missions they didn't want to accept the most were the missions given by the major factions at the national level.
The reason they wanted to accept such missions was because they were dealing with the major factions at the national level, and the rewards were usually very generous. Apart from the usual monetary rewards, there were also official channels, favors from the nobles, connections from the major factions, and so on.
And these things were often more precious to those who needed them than physical objects or monetary rewards.
For example, if a mercenary did some bad things in his youth and was still wanted in certain areas, he could use official channels to clear his criminal record and return to his hometown.
Some middle-aged and elderly adventurers had their physical bodies entering a period of decline. After working hard for half their lives, they had various hidden injuries all over their bodies. At this time, even the bravest of warriors would think about their own path of retreat and retirement … A rich man from the countryside with a noble title was already the best ending for them.
For young adventurers, the possibility of being chosen by nobles or even royalty and having a meteoric rise was low, but those Cinderella stories were always spread far and wide.
At the very least, the talented young adventurers in the team all became spirited after seeing Rorschach reveal his identity. Wasn't this the opportunity they had been waiting for for so many years?
With legends, there was always the smell of money in reality.
Official channels and authorization were all real economic benefits.
There were also adventurer teams that had developed to a certain extent. If they wanted to develop further, such as opening up a branch, becoming an official mercenary group, or joining a country's regular army, they would all need official connections.
A generous employer, a benefactor with tremendous resources and connections … if these were the reasons for those who wanted to receive a national figure, then the current development was probably the reason that they didn't want to receive one.
"… I don't want to waste my breath. Considering the original owner's identity, this place is very dangerous. I'm not a professional mercenary or adventurer, and I don't know your rules, so I won't interfere with your arrangements. Hurry up and arrange for the vanguard and scouts."
It sounded very dignified and seemed to be a very reasonable employer, but the real wily old foxes were all gnashing their teeth in anger.
You don't know our rules, so you won't arrange anything? Does this mean that you've already placed yourself above us, and you can arrange for whoever you want?
Arrange for the vanguard and scouts as soon as possible? Isn't it obvious that we're going to be cannon fodder?
This kind of high and mighty attitude was the most annoying thing when dealing with large forces. Unfortunately, others had a reason and backing to look down on you.
Large factions and countries often had their own armed forces. When they needed to hire outsiders, it was usually because they needed your special skills, or because they were lacking in combat strength, even if they wanted to transfer you, or because they wanted to save some of the talents they had nurtured … For large factions, money was never a problem. Hiring outsiders with money would only result in some compensation. Compared to the core members they had painstakingly nurtured, they wouldn't feel any heartache at all.
Although Rorschach's attitude was very arrogant and deserved a beating, no one refuted his words. The experienced mercenaries gathered together and discussed who to send out as cannon fodder … scouts and vanguards.
After all, when the employer changed from a five-ring mage to the ruler of two kingdoms, the mercenaries and adventurers present had to do their best to complete the mission and serve the prince well if they didn't want to become fugitives after leaving this place.
Not only did the mercenaries and adventurers who accepted the mission honestly work in a fit of pique, the mercenaries with evil intentions had already tossed their plan ABC to the side.
"… My head hurts. This lord is clearly planning to use us as cannon fodder. How about we …"
"Are you crazy? These are two members of the royal family. Do you think that no one will be able to track them? Do you think that if you touch them, you'll still be able to survive in this world? "
"Yes, we have to make sure that they leave this place alive. Otherwise, no matter what the reason is, we're dead for sure."
Similar conversations were happening in other places as well.
"Let's talk about it after we get out. Forget about all the plans …"
"We'll talk about it later. Don't show any hostility. Whoever offends these two lords will implicate everyone … Heh heh."
From a certain standpoint, Roxia had used the simplest method to unite all the mercenaries and unaffiliated adventurers from the four or five adventurer guilds together. In order to survive, they had gathered together into a rope. This could also be considered a type of unity of will that was an impregnable fortress.
At this moment, Rorschach had already tossed the matter of these mercenaries aside. He was wholeheartedly immersed in his research of this world.
Under this floating platform, there was a vast land with no end in sight. At least, in this pitch-black night where vision was poor, Rorschach's vision was unable to see the borders of this place.
Above his head, there were countless twinkling stars. There was also a comfortable night breeze, bringing with it the scent of the forest and the ocean.
The scene in front of him was something that even Rorschach was unable to see through, then …
"Is this all real? I've long heard that high-level Mages have their own worlds and half-planes. But this is too exaggerated …"
Rorschach's True Sight talent didn't take effect. Then, without a doubt, this meant that everything here was real.
But here came the problem …
"Originally, I thought that no matter how exaggerated it was, it would at least be on the level of a villa on an island. I could just find a house and pile up cannon fodder in it. But now, this darkness is so big. Where should I start?"
Rorschach was a little troubled. Suddenly, a thick scroll of parchment was placed in front of him.
"This is?"
He turned around, only to see Isabella smiling awkwardly.
"Rosa wanted me to bring it here. I think it's a map of this place. I forgot about it for a moment."
Rorschach didn't know how to reply. After a long while, he could only sigh helplessly. At least, it wasn't a bad thing.
But when he opened the parchment, he was completely dumbfounded.
It was indeed a map, but it was definitely a map that kindergarten children drew casually for a game. The crayon drawings were childish and naive. In the sky, there was a white-bearded, round-faced Eunuch Sun and a half-moon-faced Moon Queen. Beside them, there was a circle of smiling stars holding hands.
"Rosa said, 'This is what my sisters drew from their memories. Let's make do with it. It's more or less useful.' … Wow, that's really exaggerated. How do I use this?"
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