Shut up! I'm not a destroyer!

This thing is a fire stick that she usually stores, used to maintain the flame when camping.

"Thank you."

The middle-aged man took the stick. Maybe it was because Veneto was afraid of getting too close to the fire so he found a long, straight stick, and the uncle was just the right height to hold it.

Following the uncle, Veneto moved closer to the small blackboard.

They first need to see if the mission is still there.

"No?"

But after looking for a long time, Veneto didn't see it.

"No."

The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly.

The situation reached a stalemate again.

It's like going to a restaurant and ordering food, but the dish you want is not on the menu.

"Why don't you just go over there and try it."

Veneto looked over there at the busy tables.

Obviously, what happened just now has left these civil servants with lingering fears, and they are all trembling with fear.

Some girls still had tear marks on their faces.

I really don’t know what these people are thinking. They come to work in such a dark place just to make money, but they don’t realize that they will encounter such things?

So who gave them the courage to do things? Money?

The middle-aged man did not comment.

He is now just a pawn trying to survive. He has to do whatever the guy who controls his life says, just hoping to live a little longer.

Leaning on a tree branch, the middle-aged man moved to the vicinity of the tables and went straight to the desks of the men.

Those little girls' desks were deserted, and it was obvious that they were where tasks were distributed.

However, after what happened just now, there were far fewer mercenaries at the mission connection point than before.

They didn't have to wait in line for long before it was their turn.

"What?"

The thin young man behind the table wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked.

The tone of voice is a little erratic.

"Catch the ship girl."

The middle-aged man blurted out three words.

Veneto glanced at him, but considering that this might be the way all mercenaries behaved when accepting missions, he said nothing.

Perhaps it was to prevent himself from revealing any information in such a place, so he spoke less.

"what?"

The young man behind the table was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at the black scarf wrapped around the middle-aged man's face.

Of course he couldn't see anything through the scarf.

"I said, the mission to capture the ship girl."

The middle-aged man repeated it again.

"Are you sure you want to take that mission?"

The young man was a little stunned.

The mercenaries who can come here are all experienced and capable, and many of them have capital.

People have always stayed away from this kind of thankless work.

The benefits are not much, but the risks are huge.

These guys who think they are doing business rather than selling their lives will not release the eagle until they see the rabbit.

For that little money, they are unwilling to bear the consequences of a fight with the ship girls.

You know, here, before doing anything, you have to think carefully about whether you can bear the consequences.

Because once something goes wrong, there's no one to help clean up the mess. You're either completely screwed or you have to find a way to survive on your own.

If you can't afford it, don't play.

Capturing ship girls is something that you can't afford to do.

"Sure, but I need to negotiate the price with my employer. The current price is not suitable."

The middle-aged man's tone was quite firm. He could feel the figure beside him, his eyes fixed on him. The naval gun at this distance was no joke.

NO.391 There is a problem, a big problem

"Meet with the employer to discuss the price? This... I can't make the decision. Please wait."

The young man took a closer look at the guy in front of him. He looked like an older mercenary.

The tavern owner had said before that the mission of capturing the ship girl should be carried out separately.

If anyone asks about it, report it and ask for the opinions of your superiors.

Even in this kind of underground employment agency, some things still cannot be mentioned openly.

Those things are often more terrifying than losing your head.

For example, if this kind of thing arouses the anger of all the ship girls, it will be a disaster for mankind.

But the money that should be earned still has to be earned. If there is a 300% profit to be gained, some people would even give up their lives for it.

Just like when this job is really put out there, there will be warriors like the middle-aged man who will rush forward to do it.

And some of the tasks, which the young man didn't know about, were of another extreme.

If the profit is high and the risk is low, then the task will be absorbed internally and will not be distributed at all. Even the clerks are unaware of it.

Some tasks will even be placed in another room where only big bosses are present, and the executives of this underground mercenary agency will personally auction them off to allow the big bosses to compete for the right to execute the tasks.

Or maybe just book a few mercenary groups from the beginning, and follow the order. If the previous one can't do it, look for the next one.

As for those outside who hope to get the kind of tasks with low risks and high profits from the small blackboard, it is too difficult.

Only occasionally would one or two be released to consolidate the exchange's position in the eyes of the mercenaries.

The young man asked the middle-aged man in front of him to wait at his table, then stood up and walked behind him.

There was a door there. Veneto had noticed that the Bananas and the Dog-headed Man all came out from that door.

In other words, it is very likely that this is the central organization here.

After a while, the young man came out, followed by the dog-headed man wearing a dog-head mask.

"Hello, which mercenary group are you from?"

The kobold took the young man's seat, and the latter automatically walked a little further away to avoid hearing the conversation here.

In this regard, the training of employees here is still somewhat professional.

"We are the Shallow Shore Mercenaries. We heard that you posted a mission to capture a ship girl in the tavern, and we think our mercenaries can do it."

The middle-aged man answered as calmly as possible and also asked his own questions.

"That's right, but you're too late. The mission has been offline."

The kobold was silent for a while, probably trying to figure out the origins of this mercenary group.

However, he obviously did not find this mercenary group from his memory.

It is either a fake mercenary group name deliberately made up by the other party, or it is a newly registered mercenary group.

But this group of people were able to find this place and knew about the tavern, so they didn't seem to be newcomers in the mercenary world.

Besides, judging from the voice of the old man in front of me, he should be quite old.

But a brother who was guarding the place just died, and it seems that someone has sneaked in.

This is the first time this has happened, but so far it has not caused any harm.

I sent someone to notify the boss, but there has been no news since then.

Only the numb-clawed kobolds are here, and they only dare to make harmless decisions.

Looking at the person in front of him, the dog-meat man felt confused again.

This is the bad thing about this kind of black place. If you don't recognize the person, it's difficult for you to completely refuse him. What if the other party is really the kind that can bring you profits? If you ignore him, you will be cutting off your own source of income.

And sometimes you want to recognize the other person, but you can't do it because the other person wants to hide his or her identity.

Now is not the time to be at ease, he can only find an excuse to refuse.

The other party took the initiative to do the task, which seemed suspicious no matter how you looked at it, but in this underground task exchange, it seemed very normal.

After all, the mercenaries who come here are here to take on missions, and they wouldn’t come here if they didn’t have missions.

"But I heard that the mission is long-term."

The middle-aged man's voice was full of confusion.

When he and his team took the mission, he did hear that it was a long-term mission.

At least in the short term, it is difficult to capture enough ship girls required by the mission initiator.

"Maybe you heard it wrong... We have some other tasks here, you can take a look."

The Kobold pointed to the four-sided blackboard bar in the middle of the room and said.

The reason why he listened to his men and rushed over to receive them in person was because he was afraid that someone from a large mercenary group had suddenly lost his mind or something.

This kind of thing has happened before.

The son of the boss of Saga's number one mercenary group, a rich second-generation, suddenly had an idea one day and wanted to prove himself, so he came to take the mission.

As a result, he lost and returned seriously injured.

From then on, whenever this place encounters someone who suddenly has a brain attack and is offered a task, high-ranking officials must be in place to check if the person is the child or relative of some big boss.

Although the kobold didn't recognize the middle-aged mercenary in front of him, he simply took a one-size-fits-all approach and didn't send out any missions.

No matter which big boss's man he is or just a stupid newbie, he doesn't care and will just not give him any difficult tasks.

After trying to divert attention, the dog-headed executive prepared to get up and leave.

He still had the business of catching intruders to do.

If the matter has not been concluded by the time the tavern owner returns, I'm afraid all the staff in this room will be punished.

"what to do."

Seeing this, the middle-aged man was at a loss as to what to do.

No matter how many years he has been in society and how slick he is, the other party will just go straight for the kill and he will have no way out.

As an introduction agency for hiring tasks, they simply stopped issuing tasks.

He didn't know whether it was here that the salary was stopped or the salary was stopped by the hired personnel, so how could he fight for anything?

"Think of ways to."

Veneto didn't know what to do.

In fact, she has never really entered society.

She had been going to school, graduated from the Admiral Academy, and then entered the naval base.

Now she is a ship girl and has entered the Admiral Academy.

To put it bluntly, she has never been in society, and she has almost no experience in dealing with such matters.

At this time, she could only place her hopes on this middle-aged man.

"Uh... wait! You're the most powerful underground mercenary mission exchange in Saga. You can't even send out missions that can be accepted at taverns outside?"

The middle-aged man held it in for a while, then suddenly spoke out loudly.