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Wiggly was stunned on the spot, as if his entire body had been suddenly shackled by an inexplicable deterrent, and he was unable to catch his breath. He opened his eyes wide for a long moment before forcing out a sentence from between his teeth, "You. What do you want? "

"Eat –"

"Then. Good! I am a native. I can do anything. I'll treat you to a meal. " Wiggly made a sudden U-turn, and suddenly his empty stomach rumbled, "Wow! Why didn't you say so earlier! I wanted it. Quick. I'm full. We continued our conversation. That's right. Not far. I can't walk anymore. "

Immediately, Wiggly was stupefied. But only for a second. A second later, he rolled his eyes and smiled, "Drinking and eating meat, that is a local custom here. "Let's go!"

"Such good luck!" I just entered the town and met a fool who was a swindler. I even booked lunch for today. " A strange smile appeared on his empty face. As for Wiggly, he was also having the same messy thoughts. Both of them had their own ulterior motives and were laughing as they rushed towards the town.

After a while, a few cups of liquor were drunk, and the two of them began to talk.

Originally, this neutral town in the Black Wasteland was the most bustling place in the entire Black Wasteland. The place where these two people were currently located was the most lively, most lively, and most chaotic place in the town.

In fact, regardless of which empire it was previously, the duration of their occupation was extremely short. Even after the declaration of occupation, it was still managed on a daily basis by local forces. In the process of the occupation, the Ku'Sin Empire had only modified and expanded the town's roads and roads, as well as the shops and stores. Over time, the style of this place became very similar to that of the great city of the Ku'Sin Empire.

However, although it was similar to the city of the Ku'Stin Empire, the shops here were not as prosperous as the Ku'Stin Empire. Therefore, even though there were many streets similar to the Ku'Stin Empire, there were not so many shops on both sides of the road.

All sorts of strange things from the empires of the East and West Continent were gathered here. Almost everything you can imagine. Anything you couldn't imagine could be found in such a trading ground.

Of course, if you wanted to buy something, no matter how rare or bizarre it was, as long as you walked around the shop and chatted with the customers, there would definitely be a merchant with a large cigarette holder who would be given the task. And then I ask you, how much are you willing to pay for the mission?

These people were not only merchants of the Black Wasteland, but they were also all part of a mercenary group.

There were many mercenary groups in the Black Wasteland, the big ones could bring thousands of people to cross the West Dis River on the East and West Continent. This little one also has the ability to find what you want in the Black Wasteland. Even if I were to get some slaves from the tribes in the Wasteland, they wouldn't say no.

However, once you leave the town, you won't be able to tell if it's a mercenary group or a bandit group.

In the Black Wasteland, the large and small mercenary groups were all over the Black Wasteland. If something were to happen, they would take your money and then take away everything you had — there was nothing you could do about it. This was an unwritten rule. Everyone could handle it.

Even though the environment here, whether it was the natural environment or the human environment, was extremely vile. But it had to be said that the Black Wasteland was still a place for the poor to earn money. Rich people, on the other hand, yearned to dig up business opportunities. Surviving in the four empires of the West Continent was not just a matter of survival. And they had to dig deeper, so that they could use their blood to tear open the path of trade.

The Northwest Barbarian Empire was the most prosperous country in the manufacturing industry. Because they were close to the forest of magical beasts and the mysterious Dragon Valley in the north, they were the country of the great Dragon Knights. Not only is it a first-rate dragon battle, but it is also a world-class silver armor and an A class dragon cavalry. Not only on the stone, but also on the bodies of the captives who had lost the war, the essence of every Holy Skill came from their attainments in the art of sculpture.

The Ku'ding Empire in the southeast region was a mysterious country. Legends said that there were mysterious elven tribes and dwarven tribes, both the birthplace of classic magic. It was said that the Kustins, the Elves and the Dwarves were on very good terms with each other. They had obtained the power to control the five elements from the Dwarves, as well as a great amount of magical power from the Blood Elves' energy wells. However, they needed a lot of money and treasures to obtain the power of the elven tribes, so the majority of the Kustins were born businessmen. In order to become one day the greatest and noblest magus in the world, they had to do business all over the world.

These were the business opportunities of the Black Wasteland, but only the most powerful consortia had the ability to do so. Otherwise, even a middle ranked mercenary group would not dare to accept this trade. Otherwise, even if they had to pay the deposit with their lives, they wouldn't be able to afford it. Because if you want to do this kind of business, first of all, your head won't grow on your neck, but on your crotch.

Of course, the fellows of the Black Wasteland all gathered here with dreams of making a fortune. They were all risking their lives for this mission, so many of them came to take it.

It wasn't like there were no successful people. It was just a narrow escape from death.

Therefore, there was a saying in the Black Wasteland: "Once you leave the town, your brother will not be your brother, but your wife will be someone else's wife."

At this moment, Empty was extremely straight. This was mainly because he had made a bet with that swindler friend of his, Wiggly. If he could accept the mission here and complete it, then Wiggly would be his follower for the rest of his life, working for him. If he couldn't complete the mission, or if he couldn't complete it, then the old man's nameplate on his empty neck would belong to him.

With a single thought, he agreed. Because no matter what, this fool had already fed himself to his heart's content. And if he couldn't accept the quest or get the deposit, he wouldn't have much use for this crappy token.

Thus, as soon as his brain was fired up, he agreed to this scammer, Wiggly.

The streets were the same as usual, except that the strong men who had occupied the town a few days ago had been driven away. On the road, the patrolling mercenaries were no longer as nervous.

There was another rule, the tax in the town was very simple, there was only one type of tax, and that was as long as you were a man, no matter if you were a strong young man or an old man, you would meet the King of Hell tomorrow. As long as you are a man, when you enter the center of the town, everyone will have to pay a head tax in accordance with the regulations, and everyone will have to pay a tax of 2 copper coins.

As for women and underage male children (minors, in the West Continent they were defined as under 12 years of age, since they had physiologically acquired the functions of an adult male from the age of thirteen), there was no tax to be paid in this place.

Empty felt that this was unfair. Why didn't women have to pay the tax? Could it be that men were born to be slaves?

"Was the leader of this place a woman, or was there some great female ruler? So there's such a strange rule? " he asked Wiggins.

"Oh no!" This was the real world of men. Women were like the pets and personal assets of the nobility. And the town rules do not tax personal property, so women and children do not have to pay taxes. " Like a noble gentleman, Wiggly smiled at a beautiful woman as she walked by.

"So it's like this — my God, if I buy Old Turtle a companion in the future, I'll have to find one here. "Cheap, don't tax it." Empty also smiled.

On the way out of the tavern, Wigerith's aid to the empty house ended, so that if he did not find a job before dark and earn a living (preferably the kind that provided food and lodging), he would be a true beggar from today onwards. I don't know if there's a frat gang in this place.

The streets were crowded with people. The huge shops on both sides of the street and the stalls on the ground surrounding them were occasionally noisy with bargaining sounds and people who didn't understand why they had to quarrel and shout. Those who came all the way here to take risks were all for the sake of making a lot of money, so they weren't kind people. Here is the contest between courage and lung volume.

As he walked past a shop, he was suddenly frightened by a flopping sound. He didn't know how he was thrown out by the shop's chores (burly men) into a trash can in the corner.

There were also some suspicious looking fellows who were sneakily moving through the crowd. These people were the poor thieves that could still be seen today. These people would be killed at any time by someone, and no one would even care about their corpse.

He looked around and followed the stream of people. "I will find you again. You can rest assured that if you find the mission, I will be the first to show up. If you still don't find the mission within three days, don't worry, I will immediately show up. "

Of course, he had never thought of leaving the Black Wasteland unknowingly. The reason he went down the mountain was to see the outside world and explore the outside world. The Black Wasteland was the best place, so he would not give up.

He already had an idea, and it was simple. First, he had to earn some money. His plan was what he was good at: a hunter.

Hunters were divided into ordinary hunters and killers that specialized in collecting monster cores from magical beasts. Of course, the power of magical beasts was unimaginable because they had never encountered one before. However, for ordinary prey, wild beasts, there was no way they could earn money. Thus, his first thought was to find a killer mission.

Of course, most assassins died at the hands of magical beasts. However, the profits were quite generous. Not only did advanced magic and nuclear energy solve the problem of food and clothing, but it could also enter the upper echelons of the hitman organization.

Originally, when the old head was still alive, he wouldn't allow him to leave the mountain empty and definitely wouldn't allow him to become an assassin. This occupation only had deterrence, but it didn't have a trace of normal status.

"Fortunately, Old Turtle is already dead. "I will still give my filial piety …" Empty comforted himself.

Assassins' lives were full of adventure and excitement. They had no family background and could be learned in magic, physical combat, or even swordsman's martial arts. He could still earn a lot of money and do what he wanted.

Young people yearned for a life.

At the end of the street, in front of a small shop. He stopped and stared at a hanging sign. "Heavy Gold Assassin Mission — Interview with interested parties."

When he walked into the empty store, there were no customers inside at all. Only one old man sat in front of the tent counter with his eyes closed. The old man was gaunt and gaunt. He slowly opened his eyes when he saw someone coming in, but as soon as he opened them, he stared at the shiny spot on the empty neck and refused to leave.

"Esteemed customer, what do you need?" After the old man's eyes lit up, he immediately regained his calm. There was a signature smile on his face, and he didn't seem to be disregarded by his shabby, empty clothes at all. Clearly, in their eyes — profit was only profit.

"We have just found a batch of weapons of the Archaic barbarians. They are all made of top-grade fine steel." And the tobacco and incense from the east, these are all very rare and good things! " After he finished speaking, the old man chuckled a few times.

"Look at you, your appearance is majestic, and you look like an outstanding warrior. With such a broad shoulders and strong muscles, what we have the most compatible with you is the absolute best quality of the 'Stamping Axe'. All the materials were made of fine steel from the north. Do you need it? I still need a top-grade 'Thunderclap Sword' or something. "

Stamping Axe? Thunder Blade?

The entire continent knew that the weapons forged by the Orcs were the best in the world, so their craftsmen's ancestors had created this brand of 'Consolidating Equipment Series.' Therefore, almost half of the brands in the entire world used the name of 'Stamping' to refer to themselves as the descendants of the Ancestral Ancestors.

Empty and absolutely confident that the Black Wasteland definitely had a true Stamping Axe and Thunder Blade. But how could this old man, who was so valuable, treat him like a beggar and casually take them out? Even if a mission was issued, he wouldn't be able to find one with his current attire. That was the reason why that swindler, Wiggly, had made such a solemn bet with him.

Seeing that he was staring at himself and at the furniture around him without saying anything, the old man stroked his goatee and gave a strange 'all men understand' look, "Oh, I see. Or maybe I want to get rid of some of these rich girls' special equipment and potions in order to achieve some sort of goal. "

"Don't worry, young man!" The old man, looking extremely shameless, patted his empty shoulder. "Don't worry, young man, we have everything here. As long as you want it, I will get it for you!" "Isn't it just to make a person submit? It's pretty easy, and the price is just right."

It seemed that the Black Wasteland truly did have everything.

While the old man was talking, Kong had already seen the entire store.

"This should be a shop belonging to a mercenary group, right?" His empty eyes returned to the old man's face.

"Yes, of course. If one didn't have a backstage to back up their store, there was no need to talk about earning money. Even if you want to compensate others, they would take away my old bones as well. Young man, I can see that you're the one looking for money! That's right! You're just looking for money, right? "

"That is indeed the case. I want to take a mission! "Make money." Empty was still smiling and trying not to feel awkward.

"Sure." If you can find my shop, you can have a legal status to complete missions and find money. Oh yeah, little brother saw the notice outside, so you came in, right? "

"Yes."

"However, you may not be able to complete the mission requested by the notice, and may not even be able to accept it." The old man spoke carefully. Why he was so careful was not clear. However, he urgently needed to receive a quest, so he had to figure out one thing — whether or not this was a black shop. At such a time, only a real quest would have results, otherwise, not only would he be hunted down, he might not even be able to leave the Black Wasteland.

This was because there was a rule that only Mercenaries were qualified to issue missions. All the other missions were issued by underworld shops, even if the missions were real. It couldn't be completed either. Even if it was completed, there was no guarantee of a reward.

Therefore, the first thing Empty did was to determine whether this store was real or fake.

However, it was a good thing — it was a genuine store.

He saw a piece of fine magical beast skin on the wall of the store that hadn't been rotted in a hundred years — it was a hunting contract written by the Mercenary Group. Under the contract were two seals — one was a merchant's badge, and the other was the emblem of the mercenary group.

Not only was this nuclear seal unable to be faked, that high-quality magical beast hide, coupled with the technology that would last for at least a hundred years, was something that could not be found in a black shop. At least not at the same time.

This contract represented that each store was actually a recruitment point set up by a mercenary group. It could be considered a 'legal' status.

"I want to take this assignment. I wonder what kind of mission it is. " Empty slowly said.

The skinny old man looked at his empty face, then looked up and down his entire body. In the end, his gaze couldn't help but return back to his empty neck. He stopped, and his eyes began to sparkle.

"From the sound of it, you're not a local." Although the old man's previous enthusiasm had cooled down, he was still very polite. This was something empty could accept. At the very least, there had been many families that had ridiculed him and chased him out.

"Yes."

"Then you are one. Huntress! "Still." The old man was still wearing his signature smile.

At this point, he couldn't help but touch his patched and pierced coat and robe. Perhaps hunters could wear simple clothes, but assassins wouldn't risk their life fighting a magical beast with a harpoon.

"Well, I used to be a hunter. Cough cough. "But now …" "I want to be a killer."

"Oh. It turned out to be a young killer friend. "It seems like you've just entered the industry and are waiting to use some quests to prove yourself right."

"Yes."

"Then I do have some killer tasks for you to do. But the task on the outside was specific. You should understand that. We also need to take the test. " The old man deliberately avoided looking at the empty coat and harpoon. "If you have any decision, I can satisfy you, but —"

"However, if you choose the killer mission, you'll need a deposit."

"Ah! The deposit!" Empty turned pale with fright. Why is there no deposit for the assignment, and I have to pay for it myself. This one doesn't make sense.

"It's fine with the deposit." The old man swept his gaze across his empty neck, then turned around and said, "Here, this is the hunting contract. If there's no problem, just sign it." "By the way, young man, what's your name?"

"Empty." Empty cleared his throat and said.

"Oh, hur hur. "Good name." The old man let out two strange laughs, and his eyes started to scan the young man in front of him again.