C31 Register Mercenary

It wasn't easy for them to find a White Ice Marten, but a pretty girl was sitting inside the window of the registered mercenary. She had a trace of arrogance on her face, a sign that she had been dealing with this group of mercenaries for a long time.

"Registered mercenary?" The young lady glanced at the White Ice Marten. She was a little surprised, and her tone was filled with obvious disdain