Rick lay on the ground, gasping heavily, and habitually tidying up his sweaty curly hair, but found that he had already cut it.

He began to understand what was going on.

The purpose of the trial land is to allow the summoners to defeat themselves. If their strength cannot be improved in battle, they will not be able to win, and the end may be that they are abandoned in the abyss.

However, for justice, summoned beasts should be exactly the same. When the summoner protects himself, the only thing that should be competed for is whose mental power can last until the end. In other words, if the mental power is broken through in the trial, he can defeat the opponent.

After all, physical strength can be infinite, but mental strength cannot be set to infinite. Otherwise, the replicant will trigger all summoned beasts in one breath and exist without limit, and the trialist will have no chance of winning.

But the challenge seemed to have failed for the person who should have been tested. Rick came to the trial land for some reason, and the goddess naturally found him an opponent, although the two were fighting hand in hand.

I passed the test, I can leave. Rick rolled his eyes and secretly scolded himself for finding something to do.

Sure enough, a corridor slowly rose, spanning between the platform and the stone gate.

When I approached the stone gate, I found that there was a beautiful woman carved on the door, who looked a bit similar to Belle. The woman was pressed against the sea, her hands were protected on her chest, and her lips were slightly opened, as if she was singing gracefully to the vast sea.

Rick easily pushed open the seemingly heavy stone door and walked into a small stone chamber. There was no decoration in the stone chamber. The only thing that attracted his attention was that a half-person-high sword was suspended on the ground. The blade was facing down and the hilt was facing up.

Just above the sword is a constantly rotating vortex, through which you can see the outside world covered by water, which is the way Rick finds.

The hilt of the sword was inserted into the scabbard, and the two were mixed with blue bodies, covered by exquisite carvings. Rick walked over and found that the sword body was about the same length as his legs, and was held in his hand. It was as light as a feather, and he could not feel the weight at all.

He looked at the spoils in his hand with joy. At this moment, a buoyancy came from his feet. Rick was not surprised. As expected, he seemed to be held by an invisible hand. He walked through the vortex above his head and rose from the bottom of the water.

Rick was sent back to the pool on the hillside. The outside world was exactly the same as he had guessed, and was showing magical images over and over again.

But this time Rick had lost interest. When everything was calm, he immediately went down the mountain, returned to the boat, and set sail and left.

I don't want to stay in this ghost place for a moment.

Rick stood on the deck and stared at the sword with a dark blue appearance in his hand. He slowly pulled out the sword and listened carefully to the wonderful sound when it was unsheathed. The sword edge reflected the sunlight. It was extremely shiny and must be very sharp. The sword body was shiny and slender, and it looked like a soft sword used by a woman. The width of the hilt was similar to that of the sword body. Moreover, the pattern on the hilt seemed to cater to Rick's hand patterns, which felt very comfortable.

This was simply tailor-made for me! Rick stroked the blue crystal embedded on the hilt of the sword and felt very satisfied.

Looking at the scabbard on his left hand, Rick felt that this thing should be more than just decoration.

He waved the sharp sword in his hand casually, and suddenly felt Linghu Chong's body.

In fact, Rick has never used a sword, let alone learned unreliable sword techniques.

However, thinking of the sea route that had been left for at least a week, Rick's restless heart suddenly calmed down. Fortunately, the days ahead were accompanied, although it was just a sword.

Lying on the hardwood bed, Rick held his sword sheath to block the dazzling sunlight. He found the name of the sword engraved on it.

...

The east coast of the Cato Empire is always so lively. The sailors carried cargo from the boat to the dock, and there were also people who were shouting and selling seafood. The crowds were crowded with people, and it was very lively.

Rick was already covered in stubborn face and haggard face, but his eyes were shining brightly, watching from both sides. In the eyes of passers-by, he was like a country bumpkin from another place.

In fact, Rick is indeed a country bumpkin, and so many Gothic buildings with unique shapes blinded his eyes.

After getting off the boat, Rick revealed the meaning of selling the boat to the sailors on the shore. They saw that Rick had just arrived at the dock and found a way to sell the boat, so they asked, "The ship was stolen?"

"Of course not, just forget it." Rick's heart was bleeding. The ship had been with him for more than a year, and it was Minska Carlo and the others' wishes. If Rick hadn't had money and could not have been able to accommodate it, would he sell it?

Seeing that someone suspected that it was a black ship, Rick was so angry that he turned around and left.

"Wait, who said he didn't want it anymore, everyone get on the boat and take a look." The sailors wandered around the boat, checked it carefully and said, "It's a good boat."

After weighing the gold coin bag in his hand, Rick left without looking back. After all, people also have feelings. This ship is like a knight's horse, accompanying him for so much time. Rick didn't care whether he was slaughtered hard, he was afraid that he would not be able to bear the ship again when he turned around.

Rick found a pretty good hotel to settle in. The cost was not expensive, and the deposit was two silver coins and one silver coin per day.

Rick has more than a hundred gold coins in total. According to the hotel manager, one gold coins equals one hundred silver coins and one silver coins equals one hundred copper coins. He basically doesn't need to worry about his residence.

So Rick threw a gold coin to the store manager, and he also counted it before the meal. He asked him for it if he couldn't wait enough.

The store manager dared not neglect. There are many rich and powerful people these days. He was a hotel owner for fear of not greeting these masters. Although Rick looks like a bad old man now, it is not difficult to find that he is a young man. He can take such a broad range of actions, so he is also classified as "master".

Rick's room was on the second floor, which was quite clean and comfortable. The important thing was that there was finally a soft bed for him to sleep with. The place to eat was on the first floor, but it was still early, Rick went out to find a bathhouse to take a shower first.

It's great! Wearing a newly bought samurai light armor. Looking at the sword hanging around my waist and touching my chin, Rick shouted in his heart.

There were noises in his ears. The tavern near him was filled with noises, and even the outside was filled with people.

Go over and take a look. Rick squeezed into the crowd and found a large blackboard covered with notes of large and small sizes.

"One-star mission: Mr. Bart recently wanted to give his beautiful wife a snow wolf fur coat. He asked to catch the snow wolf alive. The number was not limited, but try not to break their furs. Each horse can receive up to one gold coin for reward. Mr. Bart's housekeeper."

"One-star mission: Bastard. My favorite wine glass is gone. Do you know what it looks like. I will get it back for the uncle. I will reward him with fifty silver coins!! Mr. Mike."

...

There are a wide range of strange reward tasks, covering almost all aspects of life. Rick's eyes were dizzy when he asked passers-by carefully and he learned.

All taverns are basically mercenaries. They are almost all over the continent. As long as you pay a small deposit and handling fee, after a simple review, you can write what you want or what you want to do into small notes and paste it on the blackboard outside the tavern. Of course, the beginning must be indicated by how many stars the task is, and the end must be signed.

There will also be tasks on the walls in the tavern, but they are all three stars or more. As long as you have the strength, you can tear them off and save them properly. If you succeed, this is the basis for receiving remuneration; if you fail, you must also post them back to the original place.

The owners of the tavern are all well-known figures. They have business dealings with many mercenary groups, and their prestige is very high and their influence is great. No one is so stupid that they deliberately seek faults, otherwise they will be wanted by various places.

Tasks are divided into five stars according to their difficulty. Ordinary people cannot accept tasks without obtaining the mercenary certification in the tavern. A mercenary with one star can only receive tasks of one star at most, and so on.

Rick thought. Although the economy is not a problem now, money cannot be just out of money without income. Being a mercenary not only has an economic source, but also a good opportunity to exercise.

Thinking of this, Rick walked into the tavern. The waitress at the front desk was exposed in her clothes. Many strong men in the bar were drinking beer and drooling at her, but they did not dare to do it.

"Hello sir, this seems to be your first time to come to our Shark King Tavern. Do you need any help?" The waitress has good professional ethics and her voice is very sweet.

"I want to be a mercenary." Rick said lightly.

"Okay, sir, do you have any fighting spirit?" the lady replied.

Rick was stunned when he heard this. He didn't know that he needed to fight to be a mercenary.

The waiter smiled and said, "That's right. If you have fighting spirit, you can get the certificate of two-star mercenary immediately. If you have three-star or above, you still need to be evaluated; if you don't have fighting spirit, you can only become a one-star mercenary for the time being, and we need to conduct a simple test of your strength."

Rick suddenly realized and said, "I don't have any fighting spirit. How should I assess a mercenary of one-star?"

She smiled and said, "Please come with me."

The waitress took Rick to a small room in the tavern. A burly man protected his chest with his hands and looked at him coldly.

"You only need to defeat him, but you cannot use weapons or take his life." said the waitress.

"Hey, my dear, do you think this hairy child can hurt me? Don't joke, the physical fitness of the one-star mercenary is getting worse and worse now, because you have brought this hairy child in." The strong man said dissatisfiedly: "This time I won't show mercy. Young man, put my muscles and bones on Mr. Mike."

This is the old man Mike? As expected, his words are like the other person. Rick thought of the boring task he offered, and indeed his attitude was so arrogant.

Rick answered him with a sneer.

After lysing the ring around his waist, Rick did warm-up exercises in radio gymnastics.

One, one, one, two. He pressed his legs and shouted softly.

"Are you finished? Look at the fist!" Mr. Mike's face became ugly. Seeing that he was ignored, he punched Rick in the face with anger.

Rick immediately stopped the leg pressing action, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He easily avoided the punch, leaned forward, raised his right arm to his chest, and hit the strong man's neck with an elbow.

Mr. Mike obviously underestimated the young man in front of him. Fortunately, he had been struggling for many years and was not hit by the actual situation. However, he still suffered a little injury. However, if he was hit directly, he would have been lying down long ago.

He touched his hot neck and said viciously: "Good boy, you're very ruthless." Rick was too lazy to talk nonsense to him, so he raised his leg and kicked it out.

Uncle Mike originally planned to resist this whip leg, then grabbed him and used his best tiger hug to deal with him. Who knew that the strength of this leg was extraordinary. The strong man's right thigh was already unable to move due to this blow, but he rushed forward and threw himself into nothing.

Seeing that although Rick was flexible but not lacking in strength, Mr. Mike found that he still underestimated his opponent. At this time, his thigh pain was unbearable and his movement ability was greatly limited, so he might not be able to win.

Just when Mr. Mike was extremely regretful and was helpless and was about to admit defeat, he suddenly noticed that Rick was aiming at his crotch.

Ah!!! A scream echoed inside and outside the bar.

Uncle Mike covered his lower body in pain, his face turned red, his eyes stared at Rick tightly, and then he fell back unwillingly.

Just kidding, my brother and Mins have practiced punches and foot skills for so long, and are you afraid that you won’t be able to beat the little character of you? Rick thought coldly.

After all, Mins is a man who has reached the extreme physical cultivation and has fighting spirit. He has a bad temper and has fought with people a lot. The ability of a yin man has long been learned by Rick.

The waitress covered her mouth and chuckled, glanced at Mr. Mike who was falling to the ground and said, "Sir, you have passed our test, please follow me."

Rick tied the ring crack back to his waist and walked out swaggeringly, leaving only the sound of the room full of thunder.

The waiter who returned to the front desk handed him a form, which was nothing more than filling in some personal information. Rick finally pressed his fingerprint on it and received a badge in the shape of a shark head. A star showed off in the center, which was the proof of his one-star mercenary.

Rick kept it properly and thought to himself: "It's much easier than I thought."

In fact, one-star mercenaries are aimed at the general public and have a lot of manpower requirements, so the assessment is actually not difficult. Mercenaries above three-star must have fighting spirit and the tasks they handle are also very dangerous. However, they are usually entrusted by some people who are either rich or noble, so the rewards are considerable.

There are two main taverns in the mainland. One is the Shark-Head Tavern where Rick is located, which is mainly distributed in cities along the sea; the other is the Lion Tavern mainly distributed in the southwest, which only has lion-Head Badges with more than two stars.

What most people trust is the mercenary certificate issued by these two taverns. The threshold for the lion tavern is relatively high, but it has given up a huge number of people at the bottom.

Rick went back to the hotel and finished his dinner voraciously, and then walked around. After the freshness, he went back to bed.

The next morning, Rick rushed to the entrance of the Shark Head Tavern and selected the task. But he was new to him after all, and the dazzling entrusted task in front of him made Rick not know what to do for a moment.

Catching a cat? How did I know where it was hiding? Rick saw that these one-star tasks were not reliable at all, so he couldn't help but shake his head.
Chapter completed!