Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"Hmm... the question is, how do we define her record?"

The mercenary wearing a baseball cap chuckled: "It's simple, just see if that female mechanic has the best record among everyone."

"Including the Giant Spirit Clan?"

"include."

"Oh ho, these conditions are a bit harsh."

"So, do you have any ideas?"

"Come on, I, the invincible man, am fearless."

"This one……"

"..."

"Count me in, count me in! How can I miss out on something this interesting?"

Just as most people were hesitating, a rather young-looking man ran over from a distance.

“No problem.” The baseball cap mercenary shouted with a smile, “What’s there to hesitate about? It’s just for fun anyway.”

With the encouragement, more and more people joined in.

There were even giants patrolling nearby.

The several burly and simple-minded giant spirits strode over with menacing expressions.

"I bet she won't get first place!"

"Are you so sure?"

The giant sneered, "How could someone who only knows how to exploit loopholes and win by sneak attacks possibly defeat our Lord Chris?"

"Alright, I admire your courage in supporting your own people. You truly are a member of the Giant Spirit Clan! Brother, how much are you going to bet?"

"Count me in too, Lord Chris is the best in the world!"

Just as more and more people were gathering in the vicinity, a high-ranking member of the Giant Spirit Clan arrived after hearing the news.

"What are you doing here? Do you even know where you are?" he demanded angrily.

But he got even angrier when he saw that only three times as many people had bet on Enron to win first place.

Are all of you blind?

He threw the money hard at the head of the mercenary wearing the baseball cap.

What is boldness? This is boldness!

We can lose anything but our spirit!

After placing his bet, the executive left feeling quite pleased with himself.

With him taking the lead, the other giants of the race were even more confident.

As the break time approached, the people around the mercenary wearing the baseball cap gradually dispersed.

A dozen minutes later, he twisted his slightly sore fingers and plopped down in a corner of the bar.

Across from him, the young man who had started out so naive had already taken his seat.

"As expected of you," the mercenary remarked.

"If they knew you were ripping them off, they'd probably want to kill you."

He looks like a young man, but speaks in a female voice.

The mercenary chuckled: "If it weren't for targeting people I know well, how could I have tricked so many people into coming here all at once? As long as you don't expose yourself, they won't suspect me."

"Pleasant to work with."

"Happy cooperation!"

After shaking hands, An Ran, disguised as a young man, turned and walked into the night.

She originally only intended this as a prelude to the war, hoping to earn some "pocket money," but she didn't expect the giants to be so cooperative.

When everyone splits the money, Anran's share will still be a very tempting amount.

Of course, the premise is that Anran must achieve first place.

"I'll take one of the two Guardians and go head-to-head with you. I refuse to believe I can't achieve the best result!"

An Ran smiled.

By this time, she had already begun manufacturing the third Guardian in her Ether Machinery Factory.

The first two Guardians are identical in appearance, while the third Guardian was built to resemble its own demonic form.

Functionally, it's not much different from the Dragon Knight Guardian; the only difference is its appearance.

In short, "big" is the key!

You can just create any shape and make it a little ugly, and that's fine, but it won't be convenient for selling the product later.

An Ran was quite satisfied with her demon form; it looked "alluring" enough.

She also plans to build a Guardian that looks like the Crimson King, so that she can bring out the Crimson King to play a "disguise game" in the future.

After a day of rest near Skyhold, the Elven race's civil war broke out again.

Countless warships led the way, and cannon fire roared before the massive fortress.

When the war first broke out, the situation between the two sides was still very tense, so Anran did not rush to attack, and Herlich, who had accepted the mission, was also very calm.

"What if she doesn't come?"

Herlich calmly sipped his black tea: "That's alright, in fact, it would be better if she didn't come."

"This……"

“With one less formidable enemy, the chances of winning this war are much higher. Isn’t that a good thing?” Herlich said.

The man next to him nodded: "That's true, but our mission is to kill her."

Herlich waved his hand: "That was just a side task. To get the rest, we only have one goal: to ensure that the Li Luan faction wins the final victory in the war. I'll save my energy if she doesn't come."

"..."

The person sighed softly.

"Perspective, that's what perspective is!" he exclaimed repeatedly. "I'm not as good as you, no wonder I've always been unable to surpass you over the years."

Herlich laughed heartily: "You still have a lot to learn. Being a mercenary isn't easy. It's too easy to provoke enemies. Sometimes, you have to be timid. There's no benefit in sticking your neck out."

"you're right."

Herlich advised, "Think things through. Mercenaries don't just rely on brute force. If brute force alone could conquer the world, there wouldn't be only one legendary mercenary over the years."

After drinking black tea for more than three hours in the spaceship's dining area, Herlich suddenly received a notification—

The target has been spotted!

He put down his teacup and stood up: "It's time to stretch my muscles."

He still hoped that Anran would not appear.

Even if he really killed Enron, Meisel wouldn't pay him more. It's better to avoid such tiring work if possible.

But now that Anran has appeared, we still have to go all out.

So Herlich took all his underlings and the mercenary who had just spoken to him with him.

"There's nothing shameful about ganging up on others. Besides, what's face worth? We're not warriors chasing glory; for us, mission completion rate is the most important metric."

"..."

The mercenary felt he had learned another lesson.

He had only recently entered the mercenary profession, but fortunately, with Helrich's guidance, his first experience as a mercenary was quite good.

When Herlich jumped out with a large group of people, Enron was driving two Guardians around "committing crimes," like an eagle chasing chicks, extremely fierce.

That's the end of it.

Herlich suddenly blocked the path that the dragon-form guardians were destined to take.

He stood tall with his hands hanging naturally at his sides, and then, a "sword" more than 20 centimeters long popped out from his right hand.

Herlich looked relaxed, showing no fear even when facing a guardian hundreds of times taller than him.

Although he was small in stature, his aura was not weak.

"It feels like this has potential!"

In the distance, the people in a chaotic fleet were watching the virtual screen nervously, where Helrich and the Guardian were facing off.

The difference between large and small was so obvious, yet a feeling inexplicably arose in their hearts.

Herlich's knife would easily pierce through the enormous mechanical dragon.

"Ha ha……"

Herlich smiled.

He held a cold scalpel in his hand, and with this scalpel he had cut through countless bodies, whether human or cosmic behemoth. Every time he made a cut, a surgical accident was bound to occur.

Only a very small number of people walked out of his operating room alive.

"Let me see if you're one of them."

Herlich narrowed his eyes; he was preparing to attack.

At the same time, An Ran's eyes narrowed.

Before he knew it, Helrich had reached level 192, and he was covered in a bunch of buffs that increased attack, agility, armor penetration, bleeding, and true damage conversion.

This boss is different.

Most importantly, although Hellish was powerful, he kept a low profile, so his reputation was not well-known and his total reputation was even lower than Anran's, thus the weakening effect of the [Dark Knight Medal] was not triggered.

A 2% attribute increase is no small number on a level 190+ boss.

Using 2800 as the standard, 2% is 56.

Seeing the large group of people standing next to Herlich, An Ran realized even more clearly that they had come prepared.