Accompanied by a crisp scream, the onlookers on the street saw this little nun with tears in her eyes covering half of her small buttocks, limping and staggering to the side of the road.

  The several strong men who were walking in a straight line also stopped their footsteps and looked at the little nun.

  Liu Zhen was so overwhelmed that he forgot how strong he was now, and even without using his dragon power, his original physique was already a standard muscle man. This twist expressed how much longing and yearning there was in the primitive heart, telling how many loves could be reborn with hope, so he couldn't help but be a little greedy when taking action.

  For some reason, Old Liu did it very secretly, but everyone's eyes were fixed on him, as if they saw through him at a glance.

  "Richard! Don't do that again, okay? Back when I was with Lord Rosenborg, I never mentioned you, so why are you acting like this now?" Jingyu looked at Liu Zhen calmly, her eyes carrying a hint of reproach.

  "Big Sister Jingyu, what's wrong with touching this little nun's butt?" Mo'er naturally helped Liu Zhen and disdainfully curled her lip: "Xu He Shang can touch, but Li Cha can't?"

  Avril's personality made the surrounding votes suddenly sweat profusely.

  The two Green Party monks are the most embarrassing.

  "Madam, our religious institution for monks has long ceased to exist. The terms 'Bhikkhu' and 'Bhikkhuni', you shouldn't be using them in this place, should you?" the two mantis monks stammered.

  Moy's face suddenly turned red. In some respects, Avril's knowledge was indeed not satisfactory, and she had also heard too many rumors from Liu Zhen.

  "Since I've already touched it, what else can I do? I'll go compensate her some money." Helen forcefully pinched old Liu's buttocks and said with a smile.

  Liu Zhen's buttocks also have elasticity.

  Liu Zhen was so embarrassed at this time, the two powerful men were standing right next to him, looking up at him with a mixture of incredulity and admiration on their faces - it was clear that they also wanted to do this, but didn't have the guts.

  At this time, Old Liu certainly couldn't pretend to be a fool. Although he was ashamed and embarrassed in his heart, his face remained calm and collected. He just found it strange that with so many people around, how could Jingyu and the others be so certain that he was the one who did it?

  The onlookers were also discussing the matter, with people packed tightly inside and out, among whom there were many sturdy men carrying weapons and wearing leather armor.

  Seeing a sign of restlessness in the murmurs of the crowd, the militiamen's eyes also began to converge.

  Liu Zhenhua turned his head and glanced at the little nun, no wonder everyone was so sure it was him. The little nun had been staring at him all along, no matter how hard the other old nuns tried to pull her away, she just kept looking at Liu Zhenhua.

  Liu Zhenhong's heart suddenly skipped a beat, the gaze of this little nun was too clear, just like a mirror-like calm spring. Being looked at by her eyes, Liu Zhenhong's original guilty conscience became even more intense, and he quickly avoided it.

  Ashamed and guilty, but still want to save face, that's Old Liu's poor character.

  "Who dares to look down on me? Believe it or not, I'll fight my way through this entire street!" Liu Zhenpeng said with a swagger, shaking his head and pointing at the crowded people in front of him.

  There are many people who can't stand it, but seeing the other side with so many burly men over 1.9 meters tall, I gave up.

  Liu Zhenhong led the way, walking towards the crowd in front of him, neither avoiding nor yielding. The onlookers automatically parted to make a path for them, allowing this group of people to pass through, until they had walked quite far away, and many people were still turning their heads to look back.

  Jade walked while taking out a handkerchief to help Liu Zhen wipe his forehead, which was covered in sweat due to his guilty conscience. The scene just now was really embarrassing, especially for someone who was trying hard to learn gentlemanly demeanor like Liu Zhen.

  Guo Guo rode a parrot and flew over to give Old Liu a thumbs up.

  "Obisuraqi!" Liu Zhenhong chuckled with a smile.

  But he soon couldn't laugh anymore, as he walked, for some reason, he always felt like someone was staring at him. He turned his head to look back, and that little nun holding the Bible was following closely behind him, staring at him with a piercing gaze that had no hatred in it, only a kind of clarity that made one's heart ache. This gaze suddenly reminded Liu of his own crimes.

  After turning two streets, they bought a lot of miscellaneous things. However, the little nun somehow ended up standing next to Liu Zhen, and the militiamen were crying with laughter. The old ladies had helpless expressions on their faces.

  Liu Zhen's face turned even more bitter than a cucumber.

  At first, Liu Zhen could still force a smile, but after several glances back, he couldn't smile anymore.

  She turned two streets, and this little nun still didn't give up. Liu was shocked wherever she went, following him like a shadow.

  Liu Zhen was filled with guilt and didn't know how to face the nun, fearing her clear and piercing gaze.

  Ning Yu and the little nun chatted, the little nun always smiled sweetly, saying nothing, just bowing her head, then continuing to stare at Liu Zhen.

  Time passed and Liu Zhenyong also became popular.

  "I'm going to the toilet, don't follow me!" Liu Zhen said to Xiaoxiu as he turned his head and walked under a big tree, lifting up his robe to prepare for a wild pee. He didn't believe it, would this little nun still continue to follow him?

  The little nun, although pale and trembling, still stood opposite Liu Zhen, her movements stiffening as she clutched at her robes, unable to muster the courage to make a move. Fei Luo and the militiamen burst out laughing - the invincible Lord had barely set foot on human soil when he was already at a loss for what to do, without even having to face a single human warrior.

  The militiamen loved watching their lord eat a turtle, for no other reason than that the lord's embarrassed expression was just too rare to see.

  Liu Zhen was thoroughly speechless, and could only sulkily adjust his robes, leading a group of people into a bar called "Horseshoe Lily. Monroe". He wanted to see just how long this little nun would take.

  This place was a gathering spot for all sorts of human mercenaries to drink and have fun, it was bustling with noise, when suddenly a large group of Beamon appeared, causing the bar to quiet down instantly. The bartender holding a tray looked at this group of Beamon in a daze, somewhat at a loss. The singing of the traveling poet came to an abrupt halt, several dancers quickly pulled out their hands that had been inserted into their collars and stood up to look at these powerful Beamon men.

  Liu Zhenhuan picked a long table, sat down with a thud, and looked around. The decoration style here is similar to that of a treehouse bar, but it's much more spacious. After all, this is a big city. All the stools are made of solid wood, which makes Liu Zhenhuan feel at ease. Along the way, he had broken quite a few wooden chairs due to his weight.

  There are also many mercenaries here, at least forty or fifty people, who are basically either flirting with the dancing girls or playing bridge in a group. Liu Zhen didn't even bother to give these people a glance, they were just minor characters after all.

  "Is it because we don't have money?" Pan Shuai asked the silly-looking bartender.

  "You... uh..." The bartender stuttered for half a day and couldn't come up with a reasonable answer.

  A man in his forties, looking like a boss, hurried over and politely nodded to Pan Shuai before asking Liu Zhen: "Mr. Meng, is there anything I can help you with?"

  "Acacia, figs, and wheat beer. I have so many people here, just go ahead." Liu Zhen said with a smile: "Right, let that minstrel sing a song of 'Romeo and Juliet' for me."

  "He's coming right away." The middle-aged man looked at the little nun with a complex gaze, then looked at Liu Zhen and nodded, politely turning around and leaving.

  The noise in the bar only picked up again at this time, but this time it was clearly less boisterous than before.

  Liu Zhenhong poured a cup of pale yellow wheat beer in front of the little nun, and the little nun sat down beside him.

  The little nun still stared at him with a gaze that could make Liu's yang impotent.

  Several old ladies all smiled and hugged each other in a group, even Song Tanni couldn't help but laugh.

  This smile made the surrounding mercenaries look a bit silly. The appearance of the Bimon and humans was originally similar, except for some racial characteristics, such as Hailin's tail, Gatanee and Moe's wings. Aesthetics were consistent. So many beautiful women laughing together made the entire bar suddenly enter spring. Adding to that, the fragrance on several beauties' bodies filled the bar with a light and pleasant scent. Especially Hailin's fox fragrance had a certain provocative effect, making the mercenaries in the bar dizzy. This natural beauty fragrance was not something ordinary dancers could match with cheap perfume. As a result, all eyes were again fixed on these Bimon beauties. The dancers' gazes were filled with jealousy and admiration, while the mercenaries' gazes were filled with greed.

  Apart from a few drunkards who stumbled up to chat, the majority of mercenaries were still weighing their own strength. Just by looking at Fei Luo drawing out his long knife and wiping it with a cloth soaked in whiskey, they already understood that this group was not someone they could mess with. As a result, one after another, scenes of people leaving began to appear.

  As a drunkard, Liu Zhen wouldn't bother with them much, and just threw Gu De out after punching him unconscious. What troubled him was how to deal with this little nun - using force was absolutely not an option, but not using force meant that this little girl would stick to him tightly.

  Liu Zhen was originally not very believing in spiritual things, but now he can't help but loudly pray to the war god in Bimong language. This little girl must not be some big shot from the Vatican, I have something to ask of the Vatican this time.

  "Compared to the corrupt and decadent Vatican, the human church is probably no better. This little hoof is so beautiful, if it were to become the mistress of a cardinal, it would be doomed." O'Neill's words immediately drew the angry gaze of two priests from the Pierre Church.

  Liu Zhenhong felt more and more irritated as he listened to this, and glared at Ao Pang.

  "I absolutely didn't mean you, boss! I absolutely didn't mean it that way!" Ao Pang suddenly realized he had stirred up a hornet's nest and hastily explained.

  Helen pinched the hippopotamus poet's ear fiercely, and the little fox hated it most when others mentioned her history with Richard as a master and apprentice. The more Oubo said so, the more annoyed she became, let alone that Moer had Aiyue's soul in her body, and being affectionate with Richard along the way only deepened this historical depth.

  "Don't talk nonsense, this little nun doesn't seem like that kind of person." Jingyu glanced at Ao Pang with a hint of annoyance.

  "Shameless!" Little Nun hadn't spoken for half a day, and when she did, it was in standard Bimon language.

  Liu Zhen's sweat "brushed" out, and his face was even more lost. He had just thought that he was using the Bimong language to pray, and this little girl must not understand it. Unexpectedly, she spoke more standard than him, and her accent still carried a Northeastern dialect, while she was speaking in a Shaanxi accent.

  "Little girl, don't follow me anymore, okay? Do you want compensation? I can compensate you! How much do you want?" Liu Zhen was shocked that he was begging for mercy from a little girl.

  The little nun stopped talking and gave Liu a look that sent him flying into a pile of cotton.

  Kasha jumped out of Gattani's arms, ran all the way to the table, and came to the front of the little nun, her tail curled up and down, her mouth pouted high.

  The little nun put down the Bible and smiled as she picked up Kasha, while Old Liu next to her had an expression of waiting for a joke. Kasha was notorious for being unrecognizable by gods and ghosts, except for Gottani, almost anyone who hugged it for the first time would inevitably be attacked by it, let alone shooting water arrows, which was a necessary premise.

  Everyone knew this fact, and the militiamen and a few bosses also wanted to see what expression this innocent little nun would have in the next moment.

  To their disappointment, Kasha snuggled into the little nun's arms, licked her fingers and that was it. The little nun opened a few sunflower seeds and stuffed the fragrant sunflower kernels into Kasha's mouth. Kasha ate with her small mouth open, lying on her back, as obedient as can be.

  Liu Zhen was taken aback and stood still with several bosses who took off their sunglasses.

  When did the little pig become so thick? Gatanie was also stunned, when she first met Kachusha together, it was alone in the cave feeding it snacks. Gatanie didn't forget that when she picked up Kachusha, this little guy wanted to do something, not wearing armor all day, and suffered its poisonous mouth that day, even if it was through a layer of armor, Kachusha's sucking position was accurate, as well as the kind of scalp numbness and spiritual shock brought by sucking, Gatanie still hasn't forgotten.

  The little nun gave a cold glance at Liu Zhen who was staring blankly, and continued to feed the piglets.

  The little monkey adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, revealing his beady eyes rolling around wildly. He bit down on the brim of his fur hat with his teeth, shaping it like a boat, and stood in front of the little nun with an air of a miniature fascist. The parrot, who had been drinking beer from a cup, flapped its wings and followed close behind, muttering obscenities as it went.

  Guo Guo's little paws hooked, and the little nun smiled and pinched its cheeks, bringing her face closer. Guo Guo puckered up and gave the little nun a series of fierce kisses on the cheek.

  Liu Zhen couldn't count on Ka Qiu Sha, and he had originally wanted to rely on Guo Guo to break the deadlock, but unexpectedly Guo Guo also had a good impression of this little nun, so he could only rely on Dirty Words Parrot.

  The parrot did not disappoint Liu Zhen at all. In the face of two consecutive Walcotts, the dirty-mouthed parrot bravely stood up.

  "Big chest no brain, big chest no brain!" The parrot had just squawked out two strange cries when its beak was pinched shut by Guo Guo, and it couldn't say another word.

  Who taught him this? Liu Zhen was first stunned and then became angry.

  The little nun was also furious, staring at Liu Zhen with a hateful gaze, and this account was added to Old Liu's body.

  The parrot's foul language was too damaging, and the faces of several female bosses didn't look good, after all, they couldn't admit that they were brainless. As for the previous hypothesis, it was unquestionable, and there wasn't a single female boss who was as flat as the Karim Plain, but rather more like the Taimur Plateau, which even someone as humble as Jingyu couldn't deny.

  Several bosses looked displeased, a group of militia pretended they hadn't heard anything, those who should drink kept drinking, and those who should chat kept chatting.

  "What do you want to do? Are you going to keep following me like this?" Liu Zhen saw that the three killers had failed and retreated, so he could only take matters into his own hands again. The parrot's words just now would definitely make tonight even more unbearable for him. Jingyu and Hailun would definitely think that he was the one who taught the parrot to say those words, and if they walked around in sexy bras and belly-baring tops, doing a catwalk, and Hailun batted her eyelashes at him again, he would be doomed tonight.

  The little nun nodded very affirmatively and continued to peel the pumpkin seeds, feeding Guo Guo and also Xia Qiusha.

  "Little nun!" Mo Er was furious, her raised eyebrows were exactly like Ai Wei'er.

  "Wait, wait, wait!" Liu Zhen hurriedly pulled her back, still having to deal with the Vatican, once things got rough and their faces were lost, it would be no good, he was even planning to bring out Dragon Knight Lanpad to prop up the scene.

  The little nun looked at Mo Er with a pouty face, and then held back again. Apparently, this nickname "little nun" was really not elegant.

  The door of the bar was pushed open, and a dozen or so tall and sturdy warriors from the outside strode in, mainly consisting of Minotaur, with a majestic Tauren tiger man and a robust Perenol bear man, standing in a line in front of Liu Zhen's counter, respectfully saluting several sacrificial adults.

  Seeing the emblem of the Five-Flower Eight-Gates Mercenary Group on their chests, Liu was shocked to realize that these were probably the warriors brought by the two Minotaur men they had just met on the road.

  "Honorable sirs, in the city of Valencia, is there anything that we humble Bimon can assist you with?" The lead tiger-man warrior looked at the several sirs with respect: "My name is Dikano, and the big black one is called Vieira. We both work for a mercenary organization in Valencia."

  "Taego, why would you, as a member of the royal family, come to the human kingdom to become a mercenary?" Liu Zhen shook hands with several Bamun warriors and had the bartender bring over some millet wine.

  "Adults, every year there are human mercenaries passing through our hometown. I and these Minotaur warriors, as well as this Pier, were inspired by those passionate heroic stories to follow the mercenary group to the human kingdom." The tiger warrior Dikano gazed at the intricate embroidery on Liu's chest for a moment before responding after a brief pause.

  "This is almost treason." Lord Lemel glared at the Pell warrior named Vierra, who immediately lowered his head under the gaze of both him and Lord Deshain. The human mercenary corps was not allowed to recruit warriors from Bimon territory at will, and these Bimon warriors must have used some improper means to come to the human world.

  "Sir! We, the Mong, are born warriors! We yearn for adventure! However, with the current policy of the kingdom, it's impossible to recruit that many soldiers, so we came to the human realm. We've proven in battle that we, the Mong warriors, are the greatest warriors! We're natural-born warriors! The Mercenary Guild is a legitimate paramilitary organization; we're not murderous bandits, our main goal is adventure and eradicating magical beasts!" The tiger-man warrior argued urgently.

  "How many years have you been in Doluo? Are you starting to learn how to doubt the words of sacrifice?" Liu Zhen looked at this tiger-like warrior and gently spat out the sunflower seeds from his mouth onto the table.

  "It's been four years......" Tiger warrior Dikano knew what the Star Robe ceremony meant, and stammered.

  "What position have you risen to in the mercenary corps now?" Liu Zhen asked.

  "I'm already the deputy commander now!" The Tiger Warrior, having spent several years in the human kingdom observing and listening, immediately sensed that the high-ranking priest had no malicious intentions. His face lit up with joy as he took over the conversation: "Our Tiger Mercenary Corps has 500 people! Look at my armor, isn't it awesome? This kind of armor is... (in our kingdom)..."

  "Alright, alright, Taigo. No need to boast about your exploits in front of the Florentine warriors." Lemur, the priest, chuckled and patted the silver chest placed at his feet by the panda warrior, "Do you know what this armor is?"

  "Do you know what kind of weapon this is?" Fei Luo also leaned in, a golden steel dagger stuck into the wooden table, its broad back flashing with a cold light like blood, and cloud patterns moving.

  The short knife was for Fei Luo, a long-bladed knife that could only be considered a short knife for him.

  "Emerald? White Silver Base War Armor? Are you Lord Richard, the Dual Dragon Sacrifice?" Several of the mercenaries who were better than Mong exclaimed in unison.

  "You guys know pretty quickly!" Liu Zhen was amused, and he enjoyed that crazy worshiping gaze again. Of course, the white eyes from Little Nun were also not absent.

  "I knew it! I've known for months already! Sir! Your bravery has spread throughout the human kingdom!" The tiger-man warrior's voice trembled with excitement.

  "Has anyone given you trouble?" Liu Zhen asked.

  "Dorote is a country of mercenaries, the government won't take away our status because of this kind of thing, it's two unrelated things, on the contrary, because of you, some mercenary groups with better business than Montwu have risen." The tiger-headed mercenary smiled.

  "If your mercenary group were recruited to fight against us in Bimon, what would you do?" Liu Zhen asked.

  "We will choose to withdraw, and we will withdraw without hesitation." The mercenary leader Dikano said with unwavering determination.

  "For you who have not forgotten your country, let us all do this one cup." Liu Zhen looked at the tiger man with admiration, being able to give up his noble title and sneak out in secret already proved his determination and courage.

  The tiger man drank the wine in his cup, and the others were a bit more restrained than Bi Meng's soldiers. After all, facing so many high-ranking officials, including two heroic officials, most people would feel a bit constrained.

  "The powerful tribe of Bimon are basically born warriors, the kingdom's army can't possibly recruit all of them, and the oil and water within Bimon's borders aren't that great either. Why not let them become mercenaries instead? It seems that Lord Murini's vision is indeed far-reaching." Liu Zhen suddenly remembered the words of the Swan Main Priest, nodded his head in agreement, and couldn't help but nod along.

  At the mention of her father's name, Gottani lowered her head.

  "Did Lord Muri?o really say that?" The eyes of the tiger man Dikaneo lit up.

  "It seems that I also have this intention, since we can make money and exercise our warriors, it's not bad to try. Liu Zhen nodded: "Since you've been mixed for four years, you should have some connections, why don't you come and help me do it, Captain? You're in charge, and I'll invest."

  One word shocked the four seats, two powers didn't expect that the Lord of Feilongcui would be so direct, even more direct than the Swan Master, several were stunned by the fact that a double dragon worshipper actually thought of investing in a mercenary group.

  "A large mercenary group is not a problem, I really called for it, one thousand Bimon warriors are still possible." Liu Zhen thought about the two months when a batch of Bimon warriors came to worship in Florence every day, plus his own slave warriors, and measured this number, feeling that it was still achievable.

  "The kingdom has never had a precedent like this before! Lord Richard!" De Shang said with some unease.

  "What if they are my followers? Do I have the right to dispose of them?" Liu Zhen was amused: "Followers are not limited in number, including private armies of nobles without limitation, this is a big loophole, fortunately we don't have those traitors among humans, otherwise, this would be the greatest hidden danger for the kingdom."

  Two people have nothing to say about the power struggle.

  "This...!" Tiger person Dekanio didn't think that this shrine maiden would say the wind is just the wind, and the rain is just the rain. For a moment, he didn't know whether to refuse or accept it.

  "The coordination of various troops in Bimon is not bad, but the two major shortcomings are medical and magical aspects. Fortunately, these two can be supplemented with adaptable personnel in human countries. It's not a bad idea to register without human mercenaries, how about we join?" The door of the bar was pushed open again, and a sturdy middle-aged human mercenary walked in with a Viking heavy sword in hand, shouting loudly as he walked.

  The mercenary was wearing a half-new black leather armor, behind him stood a beautiful elf woman, with a short bow and quiver on her back, proving her combat attributes. Behind the elf woman stood two handsome young men, who were both carrying bows and swords, estimated to be two half-elves.

  Liu Zhen looked at this middle-aged mercenary, who had a weathered and handsome face, with a chestnut-colored curly hair. From the iron-made armor on his arm, there were sword scars that could be seen, indicating that he was an excellent swordsman. There was also a knife scar on his neck, which had been there for many years, but the mark still remained.

  The middle-aged mercenary was also staring at Liu, but his gaze quickly fell on the Feilong militia. Fatty Luo was seen by him and hurriedly took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and coughed, when he opened it again, there was a shocking bloodstain on the handkerchief. The middle-aged mercenary looked more and more frightened, possibly not expecting so many powerful ethnic groups to exist, and each one had excellent weapons. Looking at the remaining mercenaries in the bar, they were all well-behaved like children in class, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty himself.

  "This is our mercenary group's leader, known as 'Golden Boy' Mr. Rosy." The tiger-man Deccanio stood up and hastily introduced: "The leader has been waiting for me outside, this lady is the leader's wife......" The tiger-man pointed at the elf archer and said: "......known as 'Jade Maiden' Ms. Mia Ham, these two are the leader's sons, our mercenary group having many elven archers is all thanks to the leader's wife."

  "Kingdom of Bhim War Sacrifice Richard." Liu Zhen was taken aback and nodded politely, as if to say hello: "It's my honor to know you."

  Mercenary leader Luo Xi hastily returned the courtesy with his wife, but all the prepared words before entering were forgotten as soon as he saw this man being stared at by Bi Meng's eyes.

  "Colonel Rosy, what you said is not wrong at all. Magic power and medical care are indeed the chronic diseases that exist in our mercenary group compared to the Mongolian army. This has been going on for more than a day or two. As for cooperating with you, I personally have no objections." Liu Zhen saw that this mercenary colonel could make a Mongolian warrior, and even a tiger-like warrior, obey him so readily, and he already had a good impression of him.

  "I'm terribly sorry, Honorable Priest, I just received the message and rushed over. If you have these warriors, whether magic and medicine are needed is no longer important." Colonel Rosy's face turned red as he saw a large panda warrior sitting under a white silver base war armor with a silver cabinet.

  It's no wonder that this mercenary captain can see through his identity at a glance, Liu was shocked but not surprised, who let himself be so famous?

  "It's a good thing that the warriors of Bimeng are joining the mercenary group, it will bring them more benefits and Bimeng also likes this kind of life. If we stay in the wilderness for a longer time, our warriors will only become weaker." Liu Zhenshen chuckled.

  "You... really want to establish a mercenary corps?" Rosi, the captain, had originally thought that he would have to negotiate for half a day. He had just received the news and rushed over, hearing outside the bar that this priest had ulterior motives, so he hurriedly walked into the bar, only wanting to protect his first general, but unexpectedly dug up a big treasure.

  Liu Zhenhong nodded.

  Rosie was overjoyed, with these Bi Mon warriors, her mercenary corps wouldn't become the number one mercenary corps on the continent if she didn't see a ghost. The constraint to the development of the mercenary corps was its strength, without strength it couldn't make money, often large mercenary corps would get bigger and smaller ones would disband due to complacency.

  But immediately, Captain Rosy's heart cooled down again. The warriors of Bimon were notorious for their unruliness, and any one of them who stood out would not be easy to deal with. They emitted a strong smell of iron and blood all over their bodies. Could he control them?

  "My direct lineage is not something I can give you, but at that time, I will dispatch another batch to you. As for the mercenary group's profits, we can choose to split the account or you can name a price for me. The Bimon warriors and armed forces are all mine, of course, it's not possible to only use Bimon, every racial troop type, as long as you can recruit and take care of them, I will invest. As for the headquarters, it must be set up in Florence." Liu Zhen finished saying this in one breath.

  "In the Kingdom of Bimon? That aside from forming a mercenary corps, we must also apply to form a Mercenary Guild, and on top of that, purchase a 'Magic Letter Transmission Array' to communicate with each other. What a huge expense!" Rosy Corps Commander's mouth was agape.

  "What's the big deal about a 'magic letter transmission array'? It's no problem even if it's a large one-way magic transmission array," Yolna smiled, "With so many seventh-degree golden rings already made, a 'magic letter transmission array' is nothing, just that the required spatial magic power is a bit tricky."

  Luosi suddenly realized who the hooded woman was, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

  "Do you want to make a name for yourself and be known throughout the continent as the greatest mercenary? You're just a captain of a 500-man mercenary group, don't you want to become the captain of a 10,000-man mercenary group? The greatest mercenary group on the continent!" Liu's words were filled with temptation.

  "There's a devilish temptation in your tone." Little Nun suddenly said beside him.

  Liu Zhen stunned her with a glance.

  "Why are you so confident?" Colonel Rosy didn't speak, but his wife, the elf Mia, did. Each elf's tone was as old-fashioned as their age.

  "Haha......" The soldiers of Florence all burst out laughing.

  Liu Zhenhong couldn't help but laugh too.

  Rosy Captain whispered something to his wife, the elf's face suddenly changed, looked at the box of white silver base armor under Good's buttocks, and was stunned.

  "This matter has also piqued my interest, and it doesn't matter if you disagree." Liu Zhenhong rubbed his nose.

  "Agreed! We agree." Colonel Rossi nodded hastily.

  "First, you make a plan for all aspects, including budgeting. Then, get rid of the properties that should be gotten rid of and sell off the ones that should be sold. Move our base to Florence, we have a red earth hill in the south of the Sanggan River." Liu Zhen gave two large agates to the captain: "Take them to auction, whatever they can sell for is fine, it should be enough for you to handle these matters. Buying a magic letter transmission array is also troublesome, so just buy one."

  Seeing Rosy's hesitant expression, Liu Zhen shook his head and smiled: "Don't think too much about it, I'll naturally believe you if I give it to you. As for other aspects, you can rest assured that I have a relationship with the official Dolotte, just do your part well."

  "The Kingdom of Bimon now has its own mercenary group, you should also leave early and join your own mercenary group." The two staff-wielding priests advised the other several Bimon mercenaries.

  Although the sacrificial ritual is dignified, it doesn't necessarily mean that whatever the Mongols say must be obeyed. As for whether these Mongol mercenaries are willing to listen or not, that's another matter altogether. Liu Zhen didn't mind a bit.

  This wonderful thing that fell from the sky has apparently left Captain Rosy still a bit dazed to this day, and even after sitting down to drink for half a day, he's still a little dizzy.

  "Why set up a mercenary group?" Daisy asked Old Liu with some curiosity.

  "The vast wilderness of Dano has no mineral resources, no luxury goods. For thousands of years, the trade with humans has been nothing but slaves and magic crystals. What else? The animal husbandry in Dano is only enough for our own consumption, exporting is clearly not possible. Compared to humans, our natural environment determines that we are poor and have nothing to do. However, we have one of the best conditions - we have the most excellent warriors in the world. A human warrior trains for ten years, but even then, they can't compare to a Dano soldier. This is the gap, this is the huge difference between our economy and that of humans. Human power is also a resource, so why not utilize it? Let Feilongcui become the most dazzling pearl in the wilderness! It's not like prosperity relies solely on commercialization. As long as the mercenary industry develops, other supporting facilities will naturally attract investment from merchants. Who would invest in building bars and taverns in such a poor place like Dano? Who would build shops and post stations? Besides, with me around, where else can't you go?!" Liu Zhensheng burst out laughing: "Since the Feilongcui army is invincible, why not create an auxiliary mercenary force? If we can learn advanced martial arts and magic from humans in the future, it wouldn't be a bad thing for our country either!"

  "Great minds think alike!" Just like House's fart, once it starts, it can't be stopped.

  I just borrowed a bit of Master Zhudajun's idea. Liu Zhen was taken aback and smiled slyly.

  "Invincible in the world? How arrogant!" The little nun raised her head and smiled coldly.

  "My heavens!" Captain Rosy shouted as if he had seen a ghost, suddenly pointing at the little nun who was feeding Guo Guo.

  Mia looked at her husband strangely, her husband was always mature and steady, but today he kept being startled.

  "What's wrong?" Liu Zhen asked with a frown.

  "What is your relationship with her?" Rosy asked nervously to the famous Bimon priest of the Principality of Dolotte.

  "What's wrong?" Liu Zhenhong's face turned slightly red.

  "Didn't you see the flame emblem pinned on her collar?" Rosy stared foolishly at the priest.

  "Noticed." Liu Zhen looked carefully, and on the collar of the little nun was a pile of flame-surrounded button-shaped badges, but this seemed not to be the emblem of the Church of St. Paul.

  "This is a token left by my father." Little Nun said without raising her head.

  "What's wrong with that?" Liu Zhen felt vaguely that this little nun might not be simple, not only the Vatican, but also something else. However, in Dolotte, Old Liu had this confidence, even without the relationship with the Charle family, it wouldn't be difficult to kill his way back through thousands of troops and horses.

  The little nun ignored him and continued to feed sunflower seeds to Kachusha and Guoguo.

  Liu Zhenhong turned his head towards Colonel Rosy.

  "Her father is the great magician Puscas, Master of Saint-Cirq." Captain Rosy was taken aback and said: "She must be Sister Joan of Arc, the famous nun from our Dolotte Abbey. I haven't seen her myself, but this emblem can't be wrong."

  "Obisuraqi!" Liu Zhen said.

  The two fairy dragons' faces also changed at the same time, and the faces of the two staff-wielding priests also sank.

  Liu Zhen had been mixed up in the Aegean mainland for so long, and only at sea did he meet a wind system magic guide like Naga Elder. Relying on the Wind Avoidance Bead to bully him enough, actually if there was no Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation at that time, according to Ge Ruin's introduction, this Naga elder had steeled himself to escape, even if Huo He and he joined forces together, there was no absolute guarantee of intercepting another wind system magic guide.

  Sheng Qiao is already at the pinnacle of magic, able to summon forbidden spells. The difficulty of advancing as a magician is rarely seen in the world, and the increase in strength is also so.

  Confined to qualifications, 99% of magicians can only cultivate and use one or two systems of magic. The Saint Qiao magicians can break through this bottleneck, they can mix two kinds of magic together, turning it into a composite magic, also known as "Holy Order Magic" usage, and then re-select one system that does not conflict with the magic.

  To reach the level of Saint Magician, the degree of specialization in all three systems of magic will not be less than that of a Magic Conductor.

  If the Dragon Clan is rare, then the Saint Qiao Magician is even rarer. Such a magician, even if it's a stronger dragon clan, has to give some face. This kind of magician, who is more powerful than a giant dragon, generally won't intervene in the conflicts between continental nations - in the words of magicians, human wars are just like ants fighting for territory in the eyes of Saint Qiao Magician.

  "How many Saint Quartz Magicians are there on the Aegean Continent?" asked Jingyu to Rosy Captain.

  "Only two, just two." Colonel Rossi said with a trembling heart, he also saw that the backstage boss he had just defected to seemed not to have done anything good to Sister Joan.

  "What three systems of magic did Master Puskás specialize in?" Liu Zhen asked.

  "Fire, Thunder and Wind." Daisy said.

  "Do you two know?" Old Liu said.

  "Nonsense! Who doesn't know that?" Nana said with a bitter smile.

  "What's there to fear? Even Saint Qiao's magic may not be enough to take me down." Liu Zhen said with a cold smile.

  "It's not that simple, a magician of this level and you fighting is hard to predict the outcome, let alone his followers' levels. But think about it, how many human nations are trying to win him over? And what about you, just a small country like Mont Kingdom, whether they will support you or not is still uncertain." Daisy said seriously: "This time you've hit a brick wall!"

  "Taigo's butt is untouchable!" Liu Zhenhong burst out laughing, he was a dead match who wasn't afraid of being scalded by boiling water, anyway, he had never lost to anyone until now, and the Saint Qiao magician, although powerful, also needed to be tested to know his worth.

  "It's actually a Double Dragon Festival." Captain Rosy could only smile wryly.

  "But what I don't understand is that this Saint Qiao's age is also unexpectedly young, right? Are there really so many geniuses in this world?" Old Liu still looked at the little nun with some incredulity, thinking to himself that she didn't look like the daughter of a great Saint Qiao magician at all. Looking at her small stature, she was at most sixteen or seventeen years old.

  "Master Puskás is already over two hundred years old." Colonel Rossi sighed again.

  "Over two hundred years old? Can a two-hundred-year-old old ghost still give birth to a daughter?" Liu Zhen's face was like a kicked watermelon, and he leaned in to stare at Xiaoxiu for half a day, no matter how he looked, it didn't seem right.

  Captain Luo seemed to have something difficult to say and hesitated for half a day without opening his mouth.

  "Mages are the most intelligent people, and excellent mages even more so. It's not surprising that a Saint Quirin mage can live up to two hundred years," Nana said. "There is no infinite lifespan in this world, but with the abilities of high-ranking mages, extending one's life by a hundred or two hundred years is still possible."

  Daisy whispered into Liu Zhen's ear, "I heard from the seniors in our clan that Master Puskas had a habit of visiting brothels. He created a unique magical system called 'Ingel Faller' to help those beautiful prostitutes enlarge their breasts. This girl might be his accidental descendant."

  "My mother was a dancing girl, and I am an unintentional product of her birth." Little Nun looked up at Daisy and Old Liu who were fooling around and said calmly.

  "How can a magician...?" Suddenly, Jingyu couldn't continue, in her imagination, a magician should be an outstanding and elegant scholar!

  "Who says wizards can't...? Wizards are human too...... But he's a bit too much, isn't he?" Liu Zhen was not particularly surprised by this point, what surprised him was that Master Puskás, over 200 years old, could still have a daughter, it was simply super-stallion! Old Liu had practiced "Iron Crotch Kung Fu" in the army before to improve his combat skills, but he didn't have the confidence to say that even at the age of 200, he could still be so vigorous.

  "It's said that Sister Jeanne was personally entrusted by Master Puska to the Pope and arranged in the Dolotte Convent. It's also said that the next Saintess will be succeeded by Sister Jeanne." Captain Rosy is now quite headache, how did he encounter good luck at first, but soon turned into bad luck?

  "I've already converted ninety-nine of the most wicked and irredeemable souls, and with just one more, I'll be able to leave Dolotte and report to the Vatican headquarters in Divan." Little Sister Jeanne smiled sweetly.

  "What is Du Hua?" Liu Zhen felt his scalp explode with a bad premonition.

  "Follow him, and with my eyes tell him that what he is doing is sinful." The little nun bowed her head again to feed Guo Guo a jujube.

  My day! Your old man is a Saint Qiao magic master, who dares not to be converted by you? Liu Zhen was shocked and depressed to death, this little nun is also too naive and boring.

  "My last object of reformation is you, look at yourself, your whole body exudes violence, on the street you even dare to blaspheme a nun, just now you said blasphemous words, saying that the red-robed bishop was kept... You must be very wicked..." The little nun stared at Old Liu with that clear and piercing gaze that could make one impotent.

  Lao Liu let out a long sigh, what's the point of this! Thugs really can't be done anymore, in the future if you want to play thugs, you can only pick familiar ones, this kind of unknown origin is too easy to get into trouble.

  "....Look at your subordinates, each and every one of them looks like a thug!" The little nun's words made the militiamen blush instantly.

  "But I have spiritual beauty!" Fei Luo rolled her eyes and retorted.

  "These pretty sisters must have been kidnapped by you?" Little Nun blinked her eyes and looked at Old Liu.

  "You're quite nosy for a little nun, aren't you?" Mo Er sneered coldly. Ai Wei'er had always been fearless of heaven and earth.

  "I am not a little nun!" Sister Jeanne's face turned red with anger, and she quickly made the sign of the cross on her chest.

  "Even the lustful Prince of San Francisco would be polite to her." Rosie leaned in to tell his boss, wanting him to understand that this was someone you didn't want to offend, whether it was the Vatican or Saint Clio herself, neither were people to be trifled with, and even the Double Dragon Festival wasn't worth taking the risk.

  Guo Guo burst out laughing and fell onto the table, staring at Old Liu while continuously slapping the table.

  The two men with the staffs were muttering in their hearts about the four words "Calamity Beast".

  The horseshoes outside the tavern suddenly rang out in unison with a "ding-ding" sound and then came to a neat stop.

  Two crisp sounds, and the push-pull door of the bar was cut into fragments by a swift sword light.

  A large team of holy knights with oak leaves and sword patterns on their chest armor rushed in from outside the door, each with a cold face and sharp eyes.

  "Who has desecrated Saint Joan?" the lead Templar almost bellowed.

  "It's me." Liu Zhen said, puffing on a cigar, raising his hand slightly.

  "You heathens should go to hell! Kneel down!" The Holy Knight flashed out his cross-shaped bladeless great sword: "Holy Knight Joaquin will have your blood wash away the wrongs you've committed!"

  "It's really gone crazy, what if she is the daughter of Saint Quio Magic? Saying that is underestimating people too much?" Daisy snorted.

  "I've never seen anyone dare to speak like that, especially after knowing the identity of Joan of Arc." The leader of the Holy Knights sneered: "You have three breaths to kneel down, otherwise you will be slaughtered without mercy!"

  "It seems like this matter can't be resolved after all." Nana said coldly.

  Liu Zhenhong heard Nana's words, suddenly enlightened and nodded, stretched out his magic claw and twisted another handful on the small nun's full chest, with a cigar in his mouth, lewdly saying: "The monk can touch it, why can't I?"

  The little nun let out a blood-curdling scream and the militiamen snatched up their guns.

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