"Hey, Roger. I heard that someone from the Marquis's Mansion wants you over?" Roger was just thinking when Randy came in, holding onto the wall. After coming back from Klin, he got a large commission. With the money, he went to the brothel every day. In just over a month, he lost a lot of weight, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eye circles were dark. If you didn't know, you would think he had an incurable disease. Now he has to hold onto the wall when he stands.
"Well, to be exact, it was the Marquise who asked me to come over." Roger stepped forward and pulled him to sit down at the table. "I said, are you possessed by a lustful ghost? You don't know how to control your little cock. If you continue like this, you will be ruined sooner or later."
"I don't want to either!" Randy spread his hands and said, "Leona just called a friend recently, and the two of them cooperated so well, one in the front, the other in the back, four lumps of flesh, soft and fluffy, that feeling, wow..." After saying that, he looked lewd again.
"If you die in a brothel, remember to take off our group emblem before you die." Roger shook his head. "It's about time for Matar and Elfa to come back, right?"
"Matar is back. I just heard she's going to take a bath. As for that Elfa that guy, he said he was going to do some private business when he entered the city. Damn, I knew he was going to look for that little cow again when he acted like that."
"Haha, this guy is quite loyal." Roger laughed.
"Let's not talk about anything else. I'm going to meet the Marchioness. Are you ready?"
"What are you preparing for?"
Roger opened his eyes and looked at Randy's terrified expression, "What's wrong? Do you need to prepare a gift to meet the Marquise?"
"Haven't you heard of the Marquise's rules? Didn't those who came to notify you tell you?" Randy looked at Roger as if he were a monster.
"Well, no." Roger nodded and then shook his head.
"If you want to meet the Marquise, you must first pick out a dress and a new pair of boots. Don't wear this rotten leather armor and put away these iron shoes. Wipe off the mud and sand on the soles of your new shoes, and don't bring this broken heavy sword, in case it is confiscated. Take some time to trim your weed-like hair. You look more and more like a beggar." Randy began to nag like an old woman. Roger was confused and for a moment he forgot to resist and let him insult him severely.
"Hey, have you met the Marquise?" Roger asked curiously, pushing away Randy's hands that were rubbing his hair. "Who told you all this nonsense?"
"Yes, I have. I went to see the Marquise with my former captain last time. I walked in wearing leather armor and was thrown out naked. What do you think..."
***
Following Randy's instructions, Roger not only changed into expensive clothes, but also had his hair cut neatly. After dressing up inside and out, he looked like a young nobleman at first glance.
Following Randy to the gate of the magnificent Marquis's Mansion, Roger handed over the iron plate, and a maid led him to the hall of the Marquis's Mansion. Roger originally wanted to let Randy go in with him, but Randy had a psychological trauma and refused to go in no matter how much he was dragged. In the few seconds when Roger handed over the iron plate, he disappeared out of thin air, which made Roger very angry.
After waiting in the hall for a while, the maid took Roger to the door of a room and told him that he could go in directly. Roger knocked on the door, and seeing no response from inside, he pushed the door open and went in.
The room was simple and formal, with no unnecessary decorations, only large bookcases filled with thick archive books. Roger walked around a screen and cautiously approached the desk at the back.
The large black-painted wooden table was piled with all kinds of documents, which were neatly divided into several piles and neatly stacked on the table. Behind the piles of documents was a lady holding a quill pen and writing furiously.
The bright moon in the north is indeed as charming as the moon in the sky. Her long brown hair falls down to her shoulders, and she has a braid on each side of her temples, which elegantly wraps them up. She has snow-white and rosy skin, a small and delicate nose, cherry-like lips, and a pair of beautiful eyes with pupils as clear and pure as the water of Lake Meadow, so blue that it touches the heartstrings.
Time seems to have left no trace on this woman in her early thirties. She is still as slender as a girl, but she has more nobleness than girls, and a noble demeanor that is convincing.
"You...you are Madam Sophia?" Seeing a woman more beautiful than Lilith for the first time, Roger's tongue didn't work for some reason.
"It's me!" Sophia didn't even raise her head, but pointed to the chair next to her. She said coldly, "Sit there for a while."
Although he didn't like the condescending tone of these nobles, Roger was still very obedient in other people's territory. He walked to the chair next to him and looked around the room while waiting. There happened to be a book "Chronicles of the Holy Mages of Nirn" on the table next to him, so he picked it up and read it. Roger, who was already very interested in the history of Nirn, was immediately fascinated after reading it.
"Chronicles of the Holy Mages of Nirn" is an epic about magicians, recording the life stories of heroes who have reached the stage of Holy Mages in the history of Nirn.
In Nirn, magicians are generally divided into nine ranks.
1st rank is an apprentice
2nd to 5th ranks are magicians
6th rank is a great magician
7th rank is a mage
8th rank is a great mage.
They are like a pyramid. The higher the rank, the fewer the number. Only two or three people who can become great mages appear in a hundred years. Such magicians are often important figures in a country.
The forbidden spells in their hands are great weapons on the battlefield and a symbol of a country's strength.
The Holy Mages are above the Great Mages and can almost be called demigods. If the Great Mages are the stars in the sky, then the Holy Mages are the bright moon across the starry sky. This level of existence may not appear once in hundreds of years or even a thousand years, so once it appears, it will definitely be written into the epic and sung by future generations.
Roger was so engrossed in the book that he forgot where he was for a moment. He only came back to his senses when he heard a cough. He turned his head and saw Marquise Sophia staring at him silently with her beautiful eyes.
"I didn't expect that you, a mercenary to be so studious." Madam Sophia's tone was full of surprise.
"Haha, a little hobby, a little hobby." Roger put down the book, scratched his head and chuckled a few times.
"Hades Mercenaries, you have done a really good thing in Klin. Old Martin praised you all to the sky in the letter he sent me."
He doesn't know if it's natural, but there is always a sense of coldness in Sophia's tone, as if the person she is chatting with is not a person, but an object.
"Well, it's not a great thing. Taking money from people and help them get rid of disasters. It's my job." Roger waved his hand and smiled.
"Did you really see the Yellow Springs Monster?"
"Yes, the people of the Gathering Religion summoned the Yellow Springs Monster in the cave. Fortunately, we dealt with it in time, otherwise the whole of Klin would have been razed to the ground."
"I'm very curious, how did you four, three at level five and one at level four, kill a Yellow Springs monster? I heard rumors that there's a mage in your team who knows the forbidden spell 'Great Flame Spear'?"
"No, that was just the orcs' spear throwing. We just took advantage of the fact that the monster had not yet crawled out of the formation and its body was unstable to launch a serious attack and win. We were not as heroic as the rumors outside said."
"Oh, so it seems that you were lucky to kill the Yellow Springs Beast." Madam Sophia nodded. "But to be able to kill a high-level Hell Beast with this configuration, your teamwork is pretty impressive."
Being praised, especially by such a beautiful woman, Roger's waist straightened silently. He shook his head slowly and said solemnly: "As their captain I certainly played a big role in this battle."
Sophia smiled, like a blooming iris, intoxicating. If it weren't for the following sentence, Roger would definitely be intoxicated by this smile for a long time.
"You secretly let the spies from the Freeland go, which is indeed pretty impressive!"