Millennium Witch.

Chapter 56 - Novice Mercenary
After sending the message, Yvette stood on the bank of the Lorne River and waited for a while. To her surprise, the first to reply was Welding Torch.

He didn't even reply with a text message, but with a shocked and excited voice call: "Holy crap, Miss Mage, you're not dead?"

“Some things happened that forced me to go into hiding for a while,” Yvette said.

"So that's it!"

Hearing that same calm and collected tone as four years ago, the welding torch was immediately relieved. It really was him; it was worth making that special voice call to confirm.

Then he excitedly said, "So, Miss Mage, are you still interested in our business?"

“Sure, how much do you want?” Yvette asked.

"Well... let's start with 10 portions." Welding Gun gritted his teeth and said. One Arcane Wind Blade costs 5, so 10 portions would naturally cost 50. This is not something an ordinary person can afford. Even he doesn't have that much working capital and would have to take out some small loans to afford it.

But he dared not buy too much, lest the young lady of the temple use the same trick again and suddenly disappear, leaving him, the middleman, with no business.

Meanwhile, Yvette purchased Black Tower Pharmaceuticals' remote packaging service after a long absence. After deducting the 5 packaging fee and adding the 50 credits transferred to her account with the welding torch, she suddenly had an extra 45 credits, making her much more financially secure.

However, this is definitely unsustainable. The welding torch manufacturer only took on a large order because he was afraid of running out of work later. Given the size of the gray market around Blackwater, it would probably take two or three months to process these 10 Arcane Wind Blades.

After hanging up the phone with the welding torch, Yvette saw a message from Mrs. Susan. She seemed to be preparing to set up a stall at the night market. After a moment of excitement, she took a few photos of Yvette before setting up her stall, the background still in the style of the Wright Apartments, and told her to come back and visit when she had time.

She also sent a voice message and transferred 5 credits to express her gratitude for Yvette's actions in the case of Regel's denunciation. It seems that she learned from some unknown channels how Yvette spent money to reduce her husband's sentence and how she gave Gos Groney a heavy sentence.

This was somewhat unexpected. After a moment of silence, Yvette accepted her thanks but did not accept the 5 credits.

For Mrs. Susan, who makes a living by setting up a stall and also has to support two children's schooling, 5 yuan is already a huge sum of money. She appreciates the sentiment but will not accept the money.

Then she asked Hans and Marie and learned that the two children were attending a boarding school. Although it was far inferior to Black Tower School, if they did well in the future, and if Regel Hoffman was released from prison and resumed his old ways, the couple would still have a chance to send the two children to the university section of Black Tower School, where they could reunite with their old classmates.

So, following suit, Yvette found a similar excuse for Rosalyn, and thinking that Mrs. Susan still had to work at her stall, she took the initiative to end the conversation.

……

Putting away the holographic image projected by the ring, Yvette left the banks of the Lorne River in a fairly pleasant mood and headed towards a bar on the dark street.

Although she already has nearly 50 yuan in start-up capital, she does not intend to give up developing her mercenary business.

Selling restricted techniques may seem easy and tempting, but in reality, the business cannot grow large. Once the reputation becomes well-known, there is a risk of being directly attacked.

But the mercenary business is different. In most countries of the Origin Civilization, including the United States of New Eden, mercenaries are a legal profession, and there are even legal platforms for taking orders. Even the police department occasionally entrusts some jobs that are related to the underworld to them.

Moreover, her dream this time is likely to last only three months, and apart from becoming a mercenary, there really isn't any faster way to make money.

"Since dreams are continuous, I should first establish a mercenary identity. Perhaps it will come in handy every time I enter a dream..." she muttered to herself.

Pushing open the door of this bar called "Floating Light Bar," unlike other bars with their deafening music, this place exuded a more lyrical atmosphere. However, Yvette had already gathered a lot of information online and knew that this was also a mercenary commission posting point, so she wasn't surprised.

She sat down at the bar and saw the bartender, a man in his twenties dressed in a black suit, walk over. He looked at her with amusement and said, "Little sister, are you sure you're not in the wrong place? Minors aren't allowed to drink alcohol, but you can order other drinks."

"A glass of mixed coconut juice," Yvette said calmly. After the bartender prepared the drink, she didn't reach for it with her hands. Instead, she used wind magic to bring the glass to her lips, took a small sip, and then silently put it down.

The bartender's expression changed slightly. He glanced at the magical ring "Black Tower S3" on the silver-haired girl's hand, and his tone became less frivolous: "Miss Mage, are you... taking orders?"

In the Origin Civilization, mercenaries typically seek commissions through online channels. These channels are often supported by eight super-corporations within their respective territories. One party places an order, the other accepts, and the commission is considered complete, appearing perfectly legal on the surface, no different from hiring a private investigator. However, the reality is certainly not that simple. Many commissions are illegal, and you can't actually post a commission on a platform asking a mercenary to kill someone for you. The police would be knocking on your door the next day.

Therefore, the agreement is usually reached offline first, and then the transaction is completed online under any pretext, with the platform acting as a guarantee for both parties. If the transaction is not completed within the stipulated period, the deposit will be refunded normally.

At this point, places like Floating Light Bar can come in handy. They often post gray-market commissions for others, and once they've reached an agreement with a mercenary, they find a pretext to complete the transaction on an online platform, essentially acting as a middleman for middlemen.

“You can call me ‘Nameless’.”

Yvette gave her the nickname of her account registered on the mercenary platform, saying, "I just arrived in Agasher and am looking for some commissions. I know that Floating Light Bar also offers this service."

“I see.” The bartender nodded. “Well then, Miss Anonymous, let me introduce myself. My name is Carter, and I’m the middleman at Floating Light Bar.”

After Ivy nodded, he asked, "Miss Wuming, what is your mercenary account number and what are your points?"

On the platform, a percentage of each transaction is converted into mercenary points. For example, completing a large order worth 100 million credits will earn you 100 points. These points, combined with the order completion rate, can help determine a mercenary's skill level to some extent.

After Yvette gave him her account number, Carter immediately searched for it and looked troubled: "Miss Mage, are you sure you're not joking with me..."

He had just found this mercenary account called "Nameless," and good heavens, it was a brand new account registered today with no information whatsoever. How was he supposed to make a judgment? He only knew she was a young female mage from the first thing she showed, otherwise he would have already turned her away. This kind of novice mercenary, instead of doing some legitimate business to gain experience, came to him to do gray-area missions. Wouldn't that damage his reputation as a professional middleman?

“I can pay a large deposit, over 10,” Yvette said.

“No… Miss Mage, that’s not how it works.” Carter sighed. “We middlemen value reputation and completion rates. Even if you can pay the deposit, a failed deal is still a failed deal. Clients don’t place deals just to earn the deposit… Do you understand me?”

Yvette was silent for a moment, then asked, "Do you have any long-standing, difficult-to-complete projects on your plate?"

Carter immediately understood what the silver-haired girl in front of her meant. She wanted to find a commission that had been posted a long time ago but had not been taken on for a long time due to insufficient funds or high difficulty to prove her strength.

That's a good idea. The key point is that these kinds of commissions have been sitting around for a long time. Mercenaries all know how awful these commissions are, and messing them up doesn't affect their reputation...

“There really is such a request, but I’m afraid you wouldn’t dare to accept it even if you knew about it.” Carter thought for a moment, then revealed a playful smile, seemingly anticipating the reaction of the arrogant mage in front of him.

“Go ahead,” Yvette said, her voice completely flat.

“You should know the ‘Werewolf Killer,’ right? That infamous serial killer who shocked the entire Agasha, the one with a $100 million bounty on his head by the AJSP last month,” Carter said.

Yvette had no idea, but she still nodded in response, signaling him to continue.

"A fearless female reporter wanted to investigate the true identity of the werewolf killer, but was afraid of being targeted, so she posted a request to find someone to act as her bodyguard during the investigation. 5 credits for five days, with additional credits available after that, calculated at 2 credits per day thereafter."

Carter clicked his tongue and said, "This job doesn't pay enough, and it's risky. Who knows what level that werewolf killer is at? Nobody wants to take it, and the deadline is approaching in two days. If you're confident, go be that female reporter's bodyguard. If you're lucky enough to kill the werewolf killer, you can get a 100 million bounty. How about that, all fired up?"

"I'll accept it. Now you can post the transaction on the mercenary platform."

"...Really?"

Carter paused for a moment. The other person's words were so natural that he doubted he had heard correctly. But the silver-haired girl's calm eyes and attitude seemed to have a magical power, making him subconsciously choose to do as she said.

At the same time, he remembered the propaganda pamphlets of the notorious cult "Holy Spirit Sect," which described the various necessary conditions for the birth of "vengeful spirits," and hurriedly muttered to himself, "I've said everything I need to say. Don't come back to haunt me as a ghost when you die..."

(End of this chapter)