Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 209 A large number of people naturally have an advantage.
Anser had learned about the movements of the Claw City-state nobles from Quentin beforehand, including Tyrone Salberg, who had caused trouble.

The Claw City-State, which was already a disorganized mess when it existed, completely disintegrated after losing its territory. Instead of sticking together for warmth, they schemed against each other.

So much time has passed since the disaster, and many nobles have squandered their wealth, forcing them to downsize their guard teams.

After Tyrone Salberg offended Anser, no one dared to get close to him, and he had nowhere to go if he wanted to leave.

To the east of Drag lies a vast green plain, fraught with unknown dangers. The only option is to head south to Amn, but everything there requires money. Amn merchants are like wolves in sheep's clothing; if you have money, you'll be targeted, and if you don't, you'll be exploited.

These minor nobles have been having a tough time lately, plagued by internal conflicts.

Therefore, when the Federation's invitation arrived, Bearded Adolf did not hesitate, deliberately avoiding others, and came to the Federation alone.

Anser hadn't expected him to arrive so quickly, so he sent someone to invite him to his office.

Adolf had a large beard, a rugged appearance, and a tall, strong build. He was not wearing armor and carried a giant axe on his back.

Upon seeing Anser, he couldn't help but recall the previous conflict, and his face showed some unease, even though the two hadn't spoken directly at the time.

“Mr. Adolf, please have a seat.” Anser said with a friendly smile.

The die spun slightly, and the target information quickly appeared:
[Adolf, Human, Level 10 Barbarian (Beastman's Path)]

"Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Chairman. May I ask what brings you here?" Adolf feigned politeness, but his awkward phrasing revealed that he was not used to this way of communicating.

"The Baldur's Gate has been overrun by subterranean creatures, Claw Bay has fallen, Cormier's purple dragonflight is fighting a fierce battle against the orcs, sinkholes have appeared in Zanbia, the magic network is in disarray, the Scourge has descended, and there is no safe place in all of Faerûn."

Survival is no easy task. I have an island in the Fallen Star Sea, connected by a teleportation array, and I'm short of people to defend against pirates..." Anser spoke calmly and slowly.

Adolf's expression was a mix of emotions. He was hearing much of this information for the first time, but he also knew that this prestigious paladin guild leader would not deceive him.

He was particularly drawn to that overseas island. He wasn't afraid of pirates at all; very few skilled professionals would become pirates, unless they were wanted criminals or members of large pirate groups.

He had an employment relationship with Salberg, which could be terminated at any time, but staying in Durag would be somewhat awkward, so leaving would be the best option.

Moreover, joining the ranks of a paladin noble is easy to say and sounds good, without any psychological burden.

Anser saw that he was interested and knew that only one step was left.

How much does Salberg pay you?

“Seventy gold coins a week, uh… he helped me many years ago…” Adolf blurted out, then realized it wasn’t quite right, tried to add a couple more sentences, but couldn’t quite express himself, so he simply shut his mouth.

He was once the second most important person in Salberg City, but he felt inexplicably nervous in the face of Anser's scrutinizing gaze.

Anser smiled, took out a magic contract, and pushed it in front of Adolf: "I will give you one hundred gold coins every week. This is a magic contract. You can sign it now if you want."

A weekly salary of 100 gold coins, which amounts to about 5,200 gold coins a year, is definitely worth it to buy the effectiveness of a level 10 professional.

As far as he knew, the entire Claw City-State couldn't muster ten Level 10 professionals, and these people had the potential to advance to higher ranks.

Amn offers a base salary of 10,000 gold coins per year to recruit high-level professionals, along with numerous additional benefits such as official positions, residences, titles, and magical items.

Adolf almost agreed immediately, but luckily he wasn't a novice and held back at the crucial moment. He picked up the magic contract and examined the terms one by one.

The contract is a standard employment contract with a five-year term. The employer can terminate the contract at any time, but the employee cannot reverse the contract, cannot betray the employer, and will be punished for violating the law.

"President, I still have more than a dozen subordinates who have been with me for many years..."

"Come on, but follow the rules."

“No problem, I’ll keep an eye on them.” Adolf grinned and decisively signed the magic contract.

Anser's face was full of smiles. Adolf was unaffected by the magic network and his combat power was much stronger than that of the giant tail. As soon as he joined, he became the number one combat force under his command.

Although Lin Qiancheng is a high-level mage, he only has the level but lacks the corresponding spellcasting ability, so he can only sail ships and do some management work. High-level professionals are already in high positions and are difficult to recruit; elite professionals are the backbone of every force. As long as their numbers are sufficient, they can overwhelm and kill ordinary high-level professionals.

After the contract was signed, the atmosphere of the conversation immediately changed.

The two discussed their respective situations, and then Anser gave Adolf an advance of twenty gold bars, instructing him to go back and gather his men and arrive at Jacquelineburg before nightfall.

After he left, Careno led Macaria, the leader of the Philo Mercenary Group, into his office.

“You’re getting more and more beautiful.” Macaria sat down opposite Anser casually, leaning her weapon aside.

"Have you been busy lately?" Anser noticed the fatigue between her brows and knew that she was not as relaxed as she seemed.

“We’re spending more than we earn.” Macaria shook her head, staring intently at Anser. “Did you call me here for a big mission?”

"How much does your mercenary group earn in a year?" Anser asked, seemingly unrelated to the question.

"Hmm?" Macaria was a little puzzled, but she didn't hide anything. "Ten to twenty thousand gold coins a year, I guess."

"So little?" Anser asked in surprise.

The Philo Mercenary Group is very strong, with three elite professionals and more than twenty regular professionals among its sixty-plus members.

“Young?” Macaria rolled her eyes and smirked. “It seems you come from a distinguished family and have no idea of ​​the hardships of ordinary adventurers.”

“You’ve misunderstood.” Anser waved his hand. “What I mean is that the Philo Mercenary Group should be able to earn more.”

The 10,000 to 20,000 gold coins also included compensation for the deceased and equipment damage. After deductions, the remaining amount was divided among more than 60 people, which was less than what one could earn by joining a high-ranking noble family.

“Phiru doesn’t take on overly dangerous missions, doesn’t make enemies, and doesn’t get involved in noble disputes,” Macaria said with a light smile, her tone firm.

"Oh." Anser leaned back in his chair, suddenly feeling a bit awkward.

I initially thought I could solve it with money, but it seems it's not that simple.

"Are you interested in doing something for me?" He was prepared to give it a try, or else not.

"You want to support me?"

"cough~"

“It’s not impossible.” Macaria raised an eyebrow, seriously considering the suggestion.

“Long-term employment!” Anser emphasized, “Including the entire Philo Mercenary Group, I will provide a salary for each of you, and you will fight for me.”

"Oh, I see. What a disappointment." Macaria crossed her legs and leaned back on the sofa, a half-smile on her face. "Personally, I'd love to, but that violates the mercenary group's rules, so it's impossible."

"How can there be such a rule? Isn't taking risks more dangerous?" Anser asked doubtfully.

Makaria paused for a moment: "Because we come from the same Tyflin tribe, we can't cause trouble for the tribe."

Anser suddenly realized: "How many people are in your tribe?"

“Several hundred,” Macaria said, giving a vague number.

“With the natural disasters upon us, the situation is completely different from before, and it will be difficult for your tribe to remain unscathed. I have an island in the Fallen Star Sea, isolated from the world, which may be more suitable for settling down in this chaotic world…” Anser’s heart stirred, and he felt that this was a good bargaining chip.

Macaria listened attentively, her expression clearly showing some interest. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "I'd like to go take a look first."

"no problem."

(End of this chapter)