I have a city in another world

Chapter 6884, Article 1195: The Generous Cultivator

Upon hearing Yves's answer, the rookie mercenaries were slightly taken aback.

"How could it be such bad luck that all the rooms were already rented out when we came to stay here?"

A young mercenary shouted, his words tinged with doubt, suspecting that Yves was deliberately refusing to let them stay.

It was already night, and this was the only inn nearby. If they couldn't find a place to stay, they would have to spend the night in the wilderness.

For some time before, the mercenaries had been spending their days in the wilderness, enduring hardship and sleeping outdoors.

Now that we have finally left the forest and returned to the civilized world, we all feel a sense of relief.

I long to sleep in a soft bed, take a warm bath, eat delicious food, and drink a pot of mellow mead.

Having come with high expectations, only to have them dashed, one is naturally filled with frustration.

It's not like they're not paying, so why can't they even get a room?
Seeing the mercenaries' reaction, Yves chuckled to himself. They were indeed a group of naive young people.

They can't keep things to themselves; their joy and anger are written all over their faces, making them easy to read at a glance.

But this is good too; without too much scheming, communication is more relaxed and comfortable.

The blonde woman with a hoarse voice, presumably the leader of this group, stepped forward and said, "You can prepare food for us first. There's no need to rush for guest rooms. If there's really no spare room, we can make do in the lobby for the night."

There were no beds to sleep in the hall, but it was still better than sleeping on the grass outside. At least you wouldn't get your clothes wet with dew, and you wouldn't have to worry about waking up cold in the middle of the night.

The other party backed down, so Yves didn't try to drive them away anymore. He wasn't a hotel owner and couldn't interfere with other people's business.

Just then, the innkeeper and his wife returned, pushing a wooden cart.

The truck was loaded with fruits, a few pieces of venison, and two rabbits, which must have been purchased from elsewhere.

Tomorrow morning, someone will deliver ingredients to meet the hotel's food needs for the day.

Upon inquiring about the guests' requests, the couple immediately got to work, appearing very enthusiastic.

This is a down-to-earth couple who live life earnestly and work hard without complaint. Although they benefited from the legacy of their parents, they still work hard enough, otherwise they could not have made their lives prosperous and affluent.

Yves felt a little envious of this kind of life.

This thought was fleeting; compared to the mundane lives of ordinary people, Yves yearned for the dazzling splendor of the extraordinary world.

Asking him to give up everything he has and become an ordinary mortal is absolutely unbearable.

The group of rookie mercenaries took off their packs and equipment one after another and found a suitable place to pile them up.

No matter what you're doing, there's always someone keeping an eye on those waterproof packages to prevent them from being lost in case of accidents.

The package contained the spoils of their trip—medicinal herbs that everyone had risked their lives to collect, which could be sold for a considerable sum of money.

Once the money is in hand, it can be used to maintain the operation of the mercenary group. The daily expenses for food, lodging, and equipment maintenance add up to a considerable amount.

Mercenary group leaders always keep a reserve fund to deal with various needs.

Before receiving high-reward missions, or even before an employer is willing to issue missions, venturing into the deep mountains to collect herbs is the best option for new mercenaries.

During the process of collecting medicinal herbs, participants familiarize themselves with the wild environment, hone their survival skills, and prepare for future missions.

Only after making a name for themselves, completing a few hired missions, and showing their talent can they possibly end their life of collecting herbs in the mountains.

Before that, one must silently endure the boring days, wandering in the desolate mountains and forests year after year.

After removing their armor, swords, and guns, everyone felt light and airy, and their smiles became even more relaxed.

When gathering herbs in the forest, these weapons and equipment are rarely used unless one encounters a ferocious wild animal.

However, everyone still carried them, simply to get used to these devices and make them a part of themselves.

For mercenaries, this is also a form of training and tempering, allowing them to slowly grow stronger in the monotonous days.

A group of young people, full of dreams, sat around an old, weathered oak table, chatting about their travels and their plans for the future. Since they were all familiar teammates, they spoke without restraint, their laughter and banter making them feel close and at ease.

Considering the presence of outsiders, they tried to lower their voices, but how could they possibly conceal it?

The noisy and flamboyant young people make one frown involuntarily, feel a pang of envy, and involuntarily reminisce about the old days.

Yves remained silent, quietly sipping his tea, as if none of this concerned him.

They didn't have to wait long before a steaming hot meal was served, and the hungry young man immediately devoured it.

For some time before, they ate dry rations and used an iron kettle to boil water, throwing in some pine needles or wild fruits, which produced a sweet, sour, and astringent taste.

No matter how it's prepared, it can't compare to the food cooked by the restaurant. It's bland and hard to swallow, yet you have to grit your teeth and eat it.

Although the hastily prepared food wasn't very good, it was plentiful, filling, and oily, just enough to satisfy the mercenaries' needs.

Watching a group of young mercenaries feast around the table, Yves surprisingly felt a little hungry.

He asked the hotel owner to cook and roast the two rabbits for his late-night snack.

Serving a pot of mead, heated to the right temperature, along with the roasted beef, makes for a truly delightful experience.

The charcoal fire in the stove was burning brightly. The male shop owner cleaned and gutted the wild rabbit, then skewered it on iron sticks for grilling. Before long, it began to sizzle and ooze oil.

Wild rabbit meat doesn't taste very good; it's lean and tough. Mercenaries often catch one to eat when they're in the mountains.

The owner of this shop is quite skilled; he applies various sauces, making the rabbit meat taste incredibly delicious. The aroma of the roasted meat drew the attention of a group of mercenaries.

"Boss, give us two roasted wild rabbits too!"

A young mercenary called out to the innkeeper, clearly also attracted by the aroma of the delicious food.

"I'm sorry, we only had two rabbits left tonight, and they've already been bought by this customer."

The innkeeper quickly apologized, feeling a little regretful. He thought to himself that he should have asked a few more hunters, which might have allowed him to gather more ingredients.

"Since they want to eat, I'll give them one; it's on me."

Yves' voice rang out, and it was quite generous.

Upon hearing this, the young mercenaries immediately stood up to express their gratitude. Knowing that Yves was no ordinary person, they were naturally quite polite.

As Yves sipped his mead, his gaze swept over a group of young mercenaries, and he suddenly spoke up: "I have a commissioned task with a very generous reward. I wonder if you are up to the task?"

Upon hearing this, the young mercenaries were first slightly taken aback, and then showed different expressions.

Some looked excited, some looked doubtful, and others looked serious, staring intently at Yves.

In the inn outside the city, a strange cultivator they encountered actually issued a mission to the mercenary team.

Although this was something I had been looking forward to, when the opportunity suddenly presented itself, I became hesitant.

After a moment's hesitation, the blonde woman, who was the leader, took the initiative to walk up to Yves.

"Could you please tell us what kind of job it is? We can then determine whether we are qualified to accept it."

This is the right attitude to do things, and Yves chose to tell the truth.

"I need someone to help me run errands, handle some trivial matters, and be responsible for daily security and protection."

If you participate in combat, the reward can be calculated separately, ensuring you won't suffer a loss.

Of course you can refuse; I won't force you to participate in the war.

My enemy is very powerful; you may not be a match for him. If you rashly get involved, you might lose your lives without even realizing it.

At this point, Yves looked at the serious-looking blonde woman and gave her another piece of advice.

"If there's nothing important, leave this city as soon as possible, the farther away the better."