Neither Henry nor Mira knew what Ferruccio said to Margaret.
I don't know whether it was due to the fact that her retainer joined the team or the content of the conversation, but Margaret's attitude has once again entered a high and even a bit high after a slight downturn when she discovered that the adventure in reality was very different from her imagination. Overdone state.
The aristocratic lady's mobility is very amazing, which can be seen from the detailed plan and various related plans she gave when she first issued this commissioned task. Although accidents occurred during the implementation stage due to lack of experience and cognition, being able to prepare a kidnapping plan against him with such painstaking efforts also revealed the huge energy hidden in this small body.
Due to the fatigue of traveling, she did seem a little listless after officially starting the adventure, but perhaps taking the opportunity of the joining of Ferruccio and Filippo, Margaret became that energetic and active person again. It looks a little too exuberant.
Just the second day after the two joined, the team expanded to five people and continued all the way south, heading towards Amalfi, another town slightly larger than Chester.
The reason why I chose this place is because there is a branch of the mercenary union here.
Margaret, who had been caught by her family, was no longer cautious. She led the entire team towards Amalfi with amazing mobility, swaggering and dignified.
She did not say clearly what the noble lady planned, but as our sage said, mercenaries are paid to do things. Whatever the employer wants to do, they will accompany her to do it.
But I am afraid that even an omnipotent Henry Meyer could not help but raise his eyebrows because of the unprecedented behavior of this noble lady.
"Hello, I want to register a mercenary group!"
It was only a little higher than the counter. Margaret, who had not washed or bathed because she was in a hurry to overtake her, left only her aggressive eyes in her original dazzling appearance. She looked directly at the young male staff member of the office in Amalfi City. Her strong tone, almost like an order, and her polite words attracted the attention of many people around her.
"Uh, that. But you are not, not a registered mercenary -" Men in Padrosi pay attention to gentlemanly etiquette, so it is very rude to refuse a woman's request, not to mention that this is his job. But Margaret's request obviously made it very difficult for the staff member. He was thinking about how to refuse her politely, but the noble lady fumbled in her pocket, then took out a small bag and took out three expensive gold coins. Slap it on the table.
"Tell me you can solve it." Her aggressive attitude made Mira behind her frown, and the goodwill she had accumulated before was wiped out by this aristocratic behavior. But unlike the girl's simple likes and dislikes, our Mr. Sage began to observe the words and deeds of Margaret, Ferruccio and others.
"Margaret, it's difficult for people like you to deal with--" Seeing that the noble lady's willfulness made the staff at a loss, Mira stepped forward and tried to stop her. But before she got close, the housekeeper Ferruccio stopped between her and Margaret: "Please don't interfere in this matter. The lady can do whatever she wants. If you don't like it, you can terminate the contract and we will do it again." Hire others.”
"..." Mira's eyes twitched, but she turned back and glanced at the sage. Henry just shook his head gently, signaling her to calm down.
"I'm going out to relax!" The white-haired Luoan girl lost her temper rarely. She turned around and strode outside, venting her inner feelings with steps that seemed to break the floor. dissatisfied.
"I..." Margaret noticed Mira's angrily leaving. She turned around and said something, looking a little disappointed. "The lady didn't do anything wrong." Ferruccio stretched out his hand to stop her next words, and Henry saw it all.
She turned around and looked at the staff who were overwhelmed by all this. They looked downcast and said nothing while holding a small leather wallet in their little hands. The surrounding mercenaries and other staff all paid their attention, and Filippo immediately ran to Margaret's vicinity like a loyal dog protecting his owner and responded to the attention with a vigilant attitude.
There was silence, and Ferruccio looked up and met Henry's calm gray-blue eyes. The sage did not express any emotions, but was as calm as ever.
"The lady can do whatever she wants." The old housekeeper repeated what he said before: "If you have any dissatisfaction, we can terminate the contract. We will pay the funds and liquidated damages that comply with the contract, and you can still get a sum of money." It's a good reward and we'll be looking for the right person again."
"Both parties can be satisfied -" "Is that so?" Henry pointed out mercilessly: "Why do I remember that this task has been pending for more than half a year and there is no suitable candidate."
"This -" Ferruccio paused: "This is up to us to figure out a solution ourselves."
"Well, I can understand why she was angry." Henry said, and the she he mentioned obviously meant Mira. Margaret's little hand gripped the money bag tighter.
"The staff at the front desk have no authority to handle this kind of thing. The minimum requirement for the mercenary union to establish a mercenary group is that the members must reach the green card level. If the three of you want to start the assessment now, you will officially become registered mercenaries. At least it will be a few days later." Henry ignored Ferruccio and said directly to Margaret. The noble lady turned around, and she stared at the sage in surprise.
"So you have to go find the supervisor here. Each blue-level mercenary has the authority to bring two apprentices, that is, trainee mercenaries. These trainee mercenaries can participate in tasks as their helpers, or they can also join the mercenary team You only need to fill in a simple form of information to register.”
"Money is important and indispensable, but it must also be spent in the right place." Henry, who was stared at by Ferruccio and Margaret, did not feel any pressure at all. He shrugged as relaxed as ever.
"Master, if you're in charge, it's upstairs -" The male staff member finally spoke weakly and pointed to the ceiling above his head carefully.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!" Margaret turned around and stepped on her little leather shoes and ran towards the stairs in the center of the hall, but within a moment she ran back with a faster speed "ta-ta-ta-ta-ta".
"Ding——" She dropped a gold coin and placed it in front of the front desk staff.
"I'm sorry for causing you any trouble!" After saying this, the noble lady turned back and ran towards the stairs again.
"Uh-" The things he experienced one after another in a short period of time made him a little unable to react. He looked left and right, and finally his eyes fell on Henry for some reason, as if he could get an answer from him.
"Take it, that's the apology she gave you. Just consider today as your lucky day." The sage shrugged, and the staff nodded repeatedly and put the gold coins in their pockets.
"Why are you helping Miss?" Ferruccio said, his tone almost questioning.
"..." Henry glanced at him condescendingly, but his behavior of helping Margaret could not be looked upon favorably. Ordinary people would be afraid of being upset by the other party's way of repaying kindness with revenge. But a sage is a sage after all, and in the final analysis, he can understand this approach developed by Ferruccio's status.
"Not everyone is plotting evil, and it was purely accidental that we took on this mission." He said calmly: "As I said before, mercenaries, you get paid to do things. I'm not interested in what inside story you have. "
"The secrets and activities of the nobility are like asphalt roads under the summer sun. If you can avoid it, don't step on it." Henry said this, then turned around and went outside to look for Mira.
"In my opinion, your secrets are no less impressive." Ferruccio said while staring at his back, and the sage shrugged.
The height of 1.95 meters is quite effective in finding people, especially Henry is already very familiar with Mira's habits. He explored around and found the person who was sending out a message on the stone chair outside the house. Taking in the breath, there was a sulky white-haired girl.
The sage came over and sat next to her. The protective metal at the end of the scabbard made a slight collision sound against the stone slab on the ground, but he said nothing.
The silence lasted for more than a minute. In order to sit down conveniently, Mira untied her armed belt. She hugged her half-sword in one hand, like a little girl who quarreled with her friends and hid in her room holding a pillow. Pouting.
"I thought she was different." The reassuring silence lasted for a while, and Mira, who gradually relaxed next to Henry, said.
"It's true that nobles don't treat other people as human beings." When the two of them were alone, they always spoke in West Coast dialect, so passers-by cast a lot of glances at the two of them, but they both The journey was in a hurry, no one stopped because of curiosity.
"Don't jump to conclusions too early, give her some more chances." As always, Henry gave her solutions rather than pale comfort.
"Yeah." But heart knots cannot be solved with just a few words. Due to the initial foundation of goodwill, Mira's depression and disgust became more intense at this moment.
The two of them sat outside like this for a while, until Filippo, who was an errand runner, ran out and hurriedly ran around - passing by them three times - and finally found them, and breathlessly informed the two of them to go. On the second floor, they repacked their belongings and walked towards the interior of the union.
"..." Meeting Margaret's eyes again, Mira couldn't help but frown her slender eyebrows. However, she was not the kind of person who often cursed, so her attitude seemed a little cold. He deliberately distanced himself from the noble lady and stood on the other side.
"..." The petite client with curly black hair looked downcast and looked very endearing, but then she shook her head, as if she had made up her mind again, and took a step forward.
The detailed handover matters had been finalized before. With his back against the bright window, the branch manager, who was in his forties and looked lean, once again read the notes and the contract text, and then set his sights on the real qualification of a mercenary, which is also a qualification for a mercenary. The registrants are on record for Henry and Mira.
"Did you two register on the West Coast?" He said in an unhurried tone. His attention seemed to be completely focused on the registration text. He turned sideways and only looked at Henry and Mira from the corner of his eyes.
"Yes." The sage answered with short words, while the supervisor sighed and said, "Oh... this matter is not easy to handle."
"But you, didn't you just say -" Margaret was stunned for a moment, and the middle-aged manager waved his hand: "You just didn't mention that the two qualified people came from the West Coast, and the blue-label servants The rule that soldiers can take two trainee mercenaries with them has always been for the empire's local mercenaries. As for outsiders, after all, there is no precedent for this - "
He said this, but the seemingly reasonable words were actually nonsense. Mira frowned her long eyebrows again, but Henry held her hand to stop her from speaking.
"Humph." The supervisor noticed this and chuckled.
"If you have to do this, there is no problem. You just have to send the text to the General Assembly in Parnilla for discussion. Only after the decision-makers at the General Assembly agree to set this precedent can I seal the decision." He put down the text, then turned sideways and opened a delicate copper box, picked up an extremely expensive whole piece of gummy candy, and put it in his mouth to taste it carefully.
"I'm afraid it will take at least one to two weeks." The supervisor narrowed his eyes and tasted the gummy as he said this. Even an impulsive young man like Filippo, at this moment He also noticed that the other party was deliberately making things difficult for them.
"You guy, you know-" "Shut up, Filippo!" the old butler Ferruccio scolded the young man, and then slowly walked forward.
"Make a price."
"Hmph." The supervisor chuckled again and closed the lid of the gummy box.
"Happy cooperation." He said this, and after this unpleasant episode, a group of five people finally successfully registered a mercenary group. After that, they can design and make the badges of their own mercenary group. In addition to the badges worn by the members, they also need to make an additional one and send it to the mercenary union for records. This kind of emblem, which is similar to the coat of arms of a noble, is an extremely effective proof of identity in this era of lack of portraits. After all, people may not know who you are, but when they see the emblem representing a certain family or mercenary group, they will They can also understand whether you are someone they can afford.
After officially registering a mercenary group and making your own emblem, you will accept tasks in the name of the mercenary group. Compared with individual mercenaries, organized mercenaries will be more popular in terms of priority in receiving tasks.
If he gains a reputation in the future, some people will even come here to release missions that only the mercenary group can accept.
But these are all things for later.
Henry didn't care why Margaret was so entangled in such a status and wanted to do such a thing - because he could often get the answer even if he didn't ask -, but Mira was more or less out of spite. I don’t want to ask for details right now.
She just lowered her head and looked at the registration certificate recorded on the parchment in her hand.
He whispered the name of the mercenary group decided by Margaret.
"Little explorer...?"
