Magicians never make wishes

"Captain, the reconnaissance missions in the association pay too little. We have to find some ways to make money," Evil Axe explained.

Ronan held up his money bag, inside which a bronze eagle jingled. "Did you make money?"

"There's a reason for all of this..." Evil Axe said awkwardly.

"Yes, yes, yes, an employer who was looking for their cat denied it, saying we broke the cat's leg..."

The burrowing mouse immediately protested indignantly, "Heaven and earth bear witness! If I didn't do that, wouldn't his cat run away again?"

"There was also a private employer who said he liked the strong, dwarf style and offered a high price. When we arrived, we saw that the employer was not wearing any clothes, and we were so scared that we ran away on the spot... We only made a deposit."

"There's also a wealthy lord whose mansion needs pipes installed, and he needs a halfling of suitable age and good looks..."

"So that's how you got your bounty?"

Ronan looked at the drilling rat, his gaze somewhat unbearable to look at.

"That rich man is a very kind person. He gave me the reward money as soon as I walked in..." the rat chuckled. "I ran away after taking the reward money. Why not make some money if it's free?"

So all these bronze eagles were deposits...

Ronan shook his head helplessly, "Don't take on these kinds of random missions anymore. Focus on the association's missions."

"But Captain, our mission hasn't even started yet." Evil Axe seemed a bit troubled. "The employer of this mission is very powerful. He has gathered people from many different factions and knows our background very well."

"Yes, yes, yes, they said if we breach the contract, they'll have someone deal with us," Drill Rat added.

"So arrogant?" Ronan asked in surprise. "How much money did they give you?"

"They said that's not true, but the other party does seem like someone you shouldn't mess with." Evil Axe nodded solemnly.

For Evil Axe to say something like that, there must be at least three opponents whose combat power is higher than his.

"As for the deposit..." Evil Axe said, taking out a vial of medicine from his bag.

"A basic healing potion?" Ronan recognized the magical potion at a glance and said incredulously, "Is this a deposit?"

Although the primary treatment is called primary, its therapeutic effect is immediate. It can be taken internally or applied externally, but it is very expensive.

"No." Evil Axe shook his head, then took out two more tubes and put them together. "These are the ones."

"One basic healing potion per person? What kind of mission is this big-scale operation?" Ronan joked. "Going to slay a dragon?"

"It's described as an exploration mission, but I'm unsure whether I should accept it, so I'm asking you for advice."

Evil Axe looked regretful and sighed, "The other side knows our background, so it's unlikely they'll be able to just run away with these three vials of potion."

So you guys take on private jobs just to embezzle deposits and run away with them...

"I'll accept." Ronan pondered for a moment before finally making his decision.

Such missions, which are not issued by a single faction, are either clandestine or involve a wide range of people and require the cooperation of multiple factions.

Ronan dared to assert that the exploration was merely the beginning of this series of missions, and that the purpose was not even the exploration itself.

More importantly, it provides an opportunity for people from different factions to cooperate with each other.

It's just a preliminary reconnaissance mission, so there shouldn't be any danger.

"Alright!" the drill rat shouted, running up to the evil axe and snatching a basic healing potion.

Each person received a dose of medicine, which was fair and just.

"Then get ready, we'll officially go to the assembly point tomorrow."

Ronan planned to freshen up properly. Having already mastered several spells, he felt more confident.

The next day.

Ronan, accompanied by Evil Axe and Drill Rat, appeared at a manor outside Moonless City.

The manor courtyard is very spacious, resembling a large square.

A large group of people gathered in the square, standing separately in small groups.

Squads also formed cliques, creating a nascent, clearly defined power structure.

Ronan and his two companions were adventurers, so they moved closer to the group belonging to the Adventurers' Guild, where many adventurers nodded in greeting.

"The Adventurers' Guild, the Arcane Society, the Mercenary Blood Alliance... basically all the major forces in Moonless City have representatives here." Drill Rat examined them carefully, listing them off as if they were his own treasures.

When the mercenary blood alliance was mentioned, Ronan and Evil Axe both instinctively looked over.

I glanced at it and didn't see any of the deputy regimental commanders.

Evil Axe secretly rejoiced that he hadn't encountered another formidable enemy; otherwise, let alone completing the mission, it would have been uncertain whether the team could even escape.

Ronan, on the other hand, was somewhat disappointed. His combat strength had increased significantly, and he was fully confident that he could fight Russell head-on.

He was confident that by fully activating his "magic shield," he could block Russell's previous sword strike.

The enemy didn't show up, but there were some unexpected people there.

He looked in the direction of the Secret Arts Academy and met the gaze of another three members of Squad 408.

The dwarf Redhammer stormed up to Ronan, but before she could speak, Evil Axe blocked her way.

"Madam, is there anything I can do for you?"

As soon as the evil axe spoke, Ronan and the drill rat turned their heads at the same time.

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes clearly conveying:

Hell?

"Hey handsome, go play somewhere else!"

Red Hammer reached out and shoved the evil axe aside, angrily shouting at Ronan, "You little liar, you're from the Adventurers' Guild after all."

The dwarf woman pushed the evil axe aside, but instead of showing anger, he stepped forward and said...

"Madam, I think there must be some misunderstanding."

Evil Axe spoke very politely, displaying both respect for women and composure in a formal setting. No one could find fault with him—if he weren't Evil Axe.

"Captain, does my boss know he's my boss?" Drill Rat asked Ronan, leaning close to his ear.

"Do you understand dwarf social interactions?" Ronan countered. "Perhaps this is their true way of socializing?"

"Captain, do you mean that dwarves are actually the most polite and cultured race?" Drill Rat asked with surprise.

"I don't know about other dwarves, but those two definitely aren't," Ronan replied decisively.

"Handsome, this is none of your business. If you stop me again, don't blame me for being rude." Red Hammer threatened verbally, but he didn't even take out his weapon.

"Madam, this is my captain, Bai Ye. I think you must have misunderstood."

Evil Axe seemed very patient. "If you have any problems, you can tell me, and I'll help you solve them."

"Captain, go down and explain yourself. I'm about to throw up if I keep looking at him like this."

The rat tried to push Ronan forward, but Ronan wouldn't budge. "What kind of eyesight do you have? Can't you see they're up to no good?"

"I didn't see that coming; it looks more like they're flirting."

"So you're the captain of the adventurer's party after all." The gray elf Grayleaf stepped forward, pointing his short staff at Ronan. "Why did you lie to me... about us?"

"You are not 'Red Star' at all!" the big orc accused in public.

"I didn't say I was..." Ronan said, looking aggrieved. "I've been saying you've mistaken me for someone else."

Gray Leaf recalled that he had indeed interrupted the other person several times, and the other person had also said something about mistaking him for someone else...

But in that context, who could have imagined that a complete stranger would arrive?

Yes, I'm not wrong.

After some mental preparation, Gray Leaf felt confident despite his lack of conviction.

She was about to launch into a debate when the crowd erupted in commotion.