Mercenary Enrollment Light Read Novels & Stories

"Let's start processing the body. We should be able to grind the bones and process it into something else too." "Yes, sir." Everyone started working. The mercenary group consisted of many kinds of people and many kinds of races. They were all outcasts, and the Blood God Mercenary Troupe was the only organization they could join. "Hey, sir! We're two weeks away from big cities. The meat will get bad the moment we arrive somewhere we can sell it at a reasonable price," a big, muscular man said. Helena recognized the man as the only Lycan in the group. He had a weird and dangerous vibe but was tame towards the Leader.

The only commonality among these six individuals was that they each had the same emblem on the back of their respective armor. This was another team-oriented mechanic that could be found in Immortal Era. This mechanic is for persons that wanted to work together with a greater number than can be accommodated by standard parties but has fewer numbers than what is needed to form guilds. Members would have to register at a Mercenary guild, where they would then be allowed to form mercenary groups. These mercenary groups are given roughly the same amount of benefits that guilds can have, with a few restrictions.

Shocking and stunning every single person in the Are, Especially all the Mercenaries. “Which part of…”don’t move’ and ‘Deadly Force’ that you lot don’t understand?……HMPH!….a bunch of uneducated mercenaries…nothing but a scums…..Hmm~…the round dark badges….a Darkness Guild members…even more unsettling….alright now…you Mohawk, stupid face….who is you employee and who is your boss?…”. (Major Serena)

Blake said, irritated. With his head still lowered, the bald man slowly got up and placed his hands before him like a child being scolded. “Okay, can you get the bounty removed?” Blake asked. He needed it removed, or there would be troubles. The bald man furrowed his brow in contemplation and then finally nodded. “Okay, what is the name of your mercenary organization?” Blake finally asked. “We are the Mid-Easter Mercenary Organization.” The bald man proudly said. “Are you affiliated with the Mid-Eastern Alliance?” Blake asked surprisingly.

"It's not old people. There's whispers of outside contractors. Professionals." Mercenaries. Elijah was bringing fucking mercenaries. I drained my whiskey, the burn doing nothing to calm the fury building in my chest. "How many?" "Enough." Marco shrugged. "More than a handful, less than an army. But all quality. The kind who don't miss." I needed more. Needed names, numbers, entry points. But before I could press further, Marco's expression changed—eyes widening slightly, his body tensing. "Silas. We've got company."

They had to have a leader or at least the loudest person. As a knight in Envia, one's record had to be clean, any rumours of misdemeanour or crimes, petty or serious ones, were easy cases of de-selection. That was why in Envia, there were more mercenaries than Knights, and also more discrimination. But this is not to say that there was a difference in potential. "Erden, do you see those men?" I pointed through the window. "The mercenaries?" he asked. "Yes, the mercenaries." "What of them, my lady?" he asked puzzled.