I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world.

Chapter 125 Employment
The sun rose fully, but it failed to dispel the gloom that shrouded Golden Harbor.

The nobles' hasty and chaotic preparations for their escape continued, with horses neighing, wheels creaking, and a scene of utter chaos.

Amidst this chaos, there is an undeniable sense of anxiety and despair.

"With just these guards, we can't possibly reach the capital safely!" A marquis, usually pampered and dignified, was now covered in cold sweat, his voice trembling. "We could encounter those magical beasts in the wilderness, or the vanguard of the orcs, at any moment! We're going to our deaths!"

“But who else can we count on besides them?” Another viscount looked around in despair, his eyes filled with confusion.

The city guard has collapsed, the nobles' private armies are insufficient in combat power, and the adventurers have either already fled in this critical situation.

Even if someone demands an exorbitant amount of money, there's no guarantee that they can provide sufficient security.

All eyes eventually fell on the villa in the distance, piled high with orc corpses.

There, "Jack," who had displayed extraordinary power the previous night, became their only hope.

After a series of urgent and hushed discussions, the most prominent nobles of Goldenport—including the highly respected Count Reinhardt, the wealthy Baron Fabio, and General Brandon, who held the last military power—formed a temporary delegation.

They straightened their disheveled robes, forcibly suppressed their inner fear, put on the most humble smiles, and cautiously walked towards the "Dawn's Residence".

When they arrived at the villa, Jemin had already finished dealing with things inside and was standing at the gate, calmly watching them approach.

His robes were spotless, a stark contrast to the bloody carnage behind him.

“Lord Jack!” Count Reinhardt stepped forward first. Although he was old, he bowed deeply with even greater reverence than when facing the king.

"I have no choice but to trouble you again, sir. But this concerns the survival of our family, so I hope you will forgive me."

"My Lord Earl, what brings you here?" Jemin asked in a flat tone.

Count Reinhard straightened up, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face, which was quickly replaced by a resolute expression.

He took a deep breath, as if making a decision, and said in a deep voice, "My lord, last night you turned the tide and saved our family. We will never forget this kindness! But as you know, the orc army is about to besiege the city. Golden Harbor is already in danger. We have no choice but to abandon the city and flee to the capital."

He glanced at the anxious Baron Fabio and General Brandon beside him, and continued, "However, the journey from Golden Harbor to the capital is long and fraught with danger. There are unknown magical beasts along the way, and we are more likely to encounter orcs pursuing and ambushing us. Although our family has some private soldiers, they are... far from enough to deal with the real danger."

“So…” Baron Fabio began, rubbing his hands anxiously, his fat face full of pleading, “So, we beg you, sir! We beg you, sir, to… to escort us to the capital! If you are willing to help, our family is willing to give everything as a reward!”

General Brandon stepped forward as well. Although he had once commanded a large army, he could only bow and clasp his hands in greeting: "Your bravery is unparalleled! If you can escort us safely to the capital, our family will not only offer ten thousand taels of gold and silver, but also all our treasured magical items and ancient books! Upon arrival in the capital, we will introduce you to the royal family and cabinet officials, and strive to secure the most prestigious titles and even fiefdoms for you! Your journey will not disappoint you!"

Money, magical items, secret treasures, titles, fiefdoms, and even direct introductions to the royal family.

These temptations, which would normally drive any adventurer mad, now surged toward Jemin like a tidal wave.

What they can offer is the highest level of resources available to them as top-tier nobles.

Jemin listened quietly to their terms, his expression shifting slightly. He seemed to be trying to remain calm, but a hint of greed still crept into his eyes.

The shrewd individuals noticed this scene with remarkable precision. They exchanged a glance privately, their expressions brightening with delight.

As long as desires remain, things become easier. In this world where individual strengths differ greatly, the wealth accumulated by nobles over generations far exceeds the imagination of ordinary people.

So what if his desires are a little big? There are plenty of ways to satisfy them!
However, none of them noticed that there was not a trace of emotion in Jemin's eyes.

Looking at the group of people in front of him, Jieming's thoughts surged like the tide.

This is an amazing opportunity, a perfect opportunity!

He established his authority in Goldenport under the identity of "Jack," killing many villains, but his identity does lack a sufficiently reasonable explanation.

Now, accepting the escort mission from the nobles and becoming a "guardian hero" is the best way for him to clear his name and legitimize himself!

Moreover, the capital of the human kingdom is one of the most central cities in the Erosian plane. It is not only the political and military center of the human kingdom, but also the place where the belief in divine power is most intense in the mortal world.

Countless believers prayed there, and great temples stood there.

This presents him with an excellent opportunity to delve into the Erosian plane's divine power belief network and observe the deeper influence of deities in the mortal world.

In addition, his previous behavior was enough to make everything develop in the direction he expected.

He slightly raised his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over the group of tense and desperate nobles before him, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Since you earls, barons, and generals are so kind..." Jemin's voice rang out slowly, carrying a unique and undeniable magnetism, "then, I'll accept this 'business'."

Upon hearing Jemin's affirmative answer, the nobles' faces instantly lit up with immense joy.

Count Reinhardt's lips trembled, and he was almost in tears: "That's wonderful! That's wonderful! My lord! You are the savior of our family!"

“However…” Jemin’s voice rang out again, pulling them back to reality from their euphoria. His indifference remained undiminished, instead carrying a chilling sense of oppression. “My reward is not something that can be measured by the ordinary wealth you speak of.”

Count Reinhardt immediately tensed up: "My lord, please speak freely! As long as our family can afford it, we will not hesitate to pay!"

“My requirements are simple.” Jemin’s sharp gaze swept over every noble present: “First, during the escort, I have the highest command authority over the team, including the route, campsites, defensive deployments, and even the right to deal with anyone who disobeys orders. Your private soldiers and mercenaries must obey my orders completely and without the slightest disobedience.”

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the nobles changed slightly, as this meant that they were entrusting the life and death of their families entirely to Jemin.

But considering his terrifying combat prowess last night and the impending danger of being pursued by orcs, they could only grit their teeth and nod in the end.

"Secondly, all supplies, wealth, magical items encountered along the way... any spoils that do not belong to your private family will belong to me. This includes any spoils obtained from orcs," Jemin added.

He doesn't need these supplies for much, but they can enrich his "persona".

“This…this is only natural! As the leader, sir, all the spoils of war are naturally yours!” Baron Fabio hurriedly declared.

“Third,” Jemin said, his gaze deep, pausing deliberately to make the nobles’ hearts leap into their throats, “after we arrive in the capital, I want you to use all your connections to secure royal recognition for me.”

The conditions sounded a bit strange, but the nobles exchanged glances and their eyes revealed an expression of "I knew it."

They had investigated "Jack" long ago, but naturally, they found nothing useful.

No matter how you look at it, the other party's past information suggests that he is just an ordinary adventurer.

Although the intelligence gathered by the spies seemed very accurate, they couldn't connect it with the powerful figure before them.

In addition, given the actions this guy took after arriving in Golden Harbor, the nobles of Golden Harbor naturally regarded Jack as a "spy" planted by some nobles.

Moreover, it is highly likely that they are spies of nobles from other kingdoms.

During their discussion, General Brandon also expressed his opinion.

He discovered that, judging from the traces of the battle around him, this "Jack," though powerful, did not seem to have mastered any formidable combat techniques.

This actually fits the other party's background: the most important thing for a spy is secrecy, not strength.

Conversely, if a spy becomes too powerful, it may arouse the host's suspicion and distrust—just like this "Jack".

Judging from Jack's previous actions, the other party most likely wanted to make some arrangements in Gold Harbor in advance.

But there is no doubt that the orc invasion also disrupted his plans.

What is the best way for a spy who is feared by his master and whose mission has failed to escape?
Of course, it's to clear my name!

So... this must be their real purpose!
But it doesn't matter, it's good for them anyway, as long as he's willing to escort them, anything is negotiable.

“This…this is not difficult! My lord! We will do our utmost to secure all of this for you!” Count Reinhardt promised almost without hesitation.

In their view, this requirement was far easier to fulfill than titles and gold coins.

“Very good.” Jemin smiled faintly, a hint of satisfaction in his smile. “In that case, hurry up and prepare to depart. I am fully prepared and can leave at any time, but I don’t want you to be dawdling when the main orc force arrives.”

The nobles smiled as they glanced at the huge package that Jemin had placed beside him.

It seems the other party had been planning to leave this place for a while.

This is great!
Both parties can only maintain consistent interests when they share the same goals.

"Rest assured, we are ready and can depart at any time!"

(End of this chapter)