Chapter 10

In the usual standards, mercenary groups and mercenaries are divided into three levels: high, middle, and low. The promotion systems for both involve complex factors and weight coefficients, but there are rules to follow.

A low-level mercenary can be promoted to mid-level by completing a certain number of low-difficulty tasks (one-star and below) with high quality. At this point, they need to take on two to three-star tasks to advance more efficiently. The promotion from mid-level to high-level can be inferred similarly.

On the other hand, the levels of mercenary groups and individual mercenaries are calculated separately. A high-level mercenary group may include mercenaries of all levels, from low to high. A mid-level mercenary group may also have high-level members. The promotion of a mercenary group is more difficult but generally reflects the overall level of its members. Typically, high-level mercenary groups have many members to have a chance of completing high-difficulty tasks (four-star and above). Of course, the existence of high-level mercenary groups with fewer members is not impossible, but it is extremely rare.

"So, our mercenary group is called 'Sorrow'?" Yiluo was still chattering as they walked to the rest area.

"What a great name..." Alegri said sarcastically, "It vividly summarizes our past experiences and future destiny!"

"It's just my mood," Dios said in a low voice.

"Hey, have you noticed, since the successful change of identity, old Dios has become very cool," Alegri mocked, "I remember he used to be a talkative skeleton."

"What cool, that's his strategy to attract girls," Yiluo sneered, with the air of a seasoned person.

"What girls? I doubt I even remember giving myself that thing..." Alegri looked at Dios's crotch with ill intent, and the two immediately burst into lecherous laughter.

Dios took a deep breath and stated calmly, "According to the contract, if I commit suicide, the unscrupulous Alegri will die; if Alegri dies, the unscrupulous half-elf will also be finished due to the master-servant contract."

"Damn..."

******

The three finally reached an agreement and sat at a wooden table in the rest area, drinking fruit wine happily, with a harmonious atmosphere.

"You two bastards, a cup of fruit wine costs two silver coins. I solemnly warn you, our money is only enough for tonight's room fee," Yiluo said, even the delicious drink couldn't stop his mouth.

"Then don't drink if you can't afford it," Alegri grumbled while drinking.

"Why not!" Yiluo drank it in one gulp, "As the deputy leader of the Sorrow mercenary group—"

"One of them," Dios added.

"Don't interrupt me, idiot," Yiluo said angrily, "We need to take on a mission, and it's best to start tomorrow—"

"Uh, you still have a thing for that priest, you pervert," Alegri despised.

"Can you find a better choice? Are you going to take on no-star tasks like a rookie? Helping a farm lady catch a lost rooster or driving wild boars out of the buckwheat field?" Yiluo's eloquence was in full swing, gesturing wildly, saliva flying, and his expanded male aura directly intimidated the two shortsighted weaklings across from him.

"But before we cooperate, I need to know our team's combat strength. Old Dios, you seem reliable, you go first."

"I should be a mid-level warrior, I guess?" Dios shrugged.

"Not bad," Yiluo whistled, "I thought you were just a skeleton warrior."

"Let me repeat, I am a dark warrior, a powerful dark warrior," Dios said through gritted teeth.

"What about our leader? How many spells do you know?" Yiluo asked indifferently, clearly well-prepared mentally.

"Almost all of them," Alegri smiled slightly, revealing a mouth full of confident and kind teeth, and patted the "Basic Magic Analysis" in his hand, "At least all the low-level spells in this book."

"Are you serious?" Yiluo and Dios were surprised.

"In rote memorization, I still have some strength," Alegri smiled modestly, "This is my talent for survival."

"Awesome!" The two gave him a thumbs up.

"With our team configuration, two mid-levels plus a powerful mage, we are a golden iron triangle," Yiluo said with a dreamy look.

"Is it gold or iron?" Dios pointed out.

"But—" Alegri's smile became a bit awkward, and he added a magical turn, "I have two small limitations."

"Please go on," the two changed their expressions slightly.

"First, I remember them, but I may not be able to cast them," Alegri extended his second finger, "Second, others can cast in five seconds, but it takes me at least ten seconds..."

"Is that it?" Yiluo said indifferently, "There are always trade-offs, no problem. As long as they don't know, we can bluff them and the money will flow in."

"Are you sure?" Dios whispered, "Humans are easy to bluff, but monsters?"

"Don't worry, you'll be in the front, right?"

******

At dusk, at the Eagle's Horn Inn.

"Welcome to our team," the moon goddess priestess Onisha smiled sweetly and introduced her teammates. The "Silver Moon Sword" team was a low-level mercenary group. Besides the mid-level archer Koster and the knight Lance, all other members were low-level professionals. However, due to good team configuration, harmonious relationships, and默契配合, they had completed a good number of tasks with high quality and were about to be promoted to a mid-level mercenary group. Several members were also at the peak of their low-level professions, which is why they managed to take on this one-star exploration mission.

"Hello everyone," Yiluo smiled and nodded, looking handsome and graceful, "Since we are cooperating, let me introduce our team to you."

"Come, sit down and talk," Onisha smiled and led them to sit around a few wooden tables, calling the waiter to bring drinks, "We will be executing the mission tomorrow, so no alcohol."

"Understood," Yiluo drank the drink elegantly and pointed to the two people behind him who had been silent and pretending to be deep, "This is Dios, a highland barbarian, a mid-level warrior. I don't need to explain more, right?"

A buzz of voices immediately rose among the "Silver Moon Sword" members. Highland barbarians, who worship the war god, are natural warriors, with the highest ratio of berserkers, possessing astonishing destructive power and symbolizing strength. A highland barbarian who has become a mid-level warrior must have extraordinary strength. Moreover, he carried a huge shield, a very needed shield warrior in the team.

"This is our official mage, Alegri," Yiluo emphasized the word "official," "And he is proficient in all low-level spells."

The whispers among the crowd grew louder. The role of a full-range proficient low-level mage is almost equivalent to a newly promoted mid-level mage. This is even rarer in the already rare mage profession. Moreover, the elemental creatures they would encounter this time heavily relied on the mage's spell attacks.

"As for me, Yiluo," Yiluo bowed modestly, "Although I am just a mid-level ranger, my elven blood gives me a certain role in forest exploration."

Mid-level professions cannot be described as "just," especially for a half-elf ranger. This makes him twice as effective in forest exploration. Even the proud mid-level knight Lance's face changed slightly.

"Respected Mr. Yiluo, this is truly unexpected," Onisha shook her head with a bitter smile, the strength of the other party exceeded her expectations, and she had to give up more benefits, "A full-range proficient mage, a mid-level barbarian warrior, and a mid-level half-elf ranger. If you hadn't just registered, I would have thought you were a powerful mid-level mercenary group."

"Oh, then it seems we need to discuss the specific distribution of the spoils of war?" Yiluo's smile became even more charming, although he was lecherous, he was even more uncontrollable in the face of money.

"As you say, but—" Onisha quickly calmed down, smiled softly, and pointed out the other party's weakness,

"It seems your team doesn't have a healer?"

"Hehe, the mighty half-elf never needs healing!"

(Third update, happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Although not many people will read it.)

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