Three mercenaries

the mysterious visitor

In this world, wherever there are continental highways, there are always treehouse bars, even in the ice world, frozen continent is no exception.

The Dragon Tooth Mountain Continental Highway has a fork in the road on the east side of the ice forest, connecting the Hami Kingdom capital to the north and the Hami Kingdom to the east, to the west, it crosses an ice forest to connect the frozen citadel and Vatican City, the Northern Federal Center of the Holy See. On the north side of the intersection, there is a dense tree, it seems to be a kind of silver conifer, about 5 meters in diameter, at least 10 people need to stretch his arms to fully embrace it. Ten metres above the ground is the famous treehouse bar.

At the bottom of the bar was a square bluestone. If a guest wanted to enter the bar, they only had to stand on the bluestone before they would be added with an upward teleport spell. The teleport would end at the treehouse bar's entrance.

The Treehouse Bar, which houses the three guilds of sorcery, mercenaries and thieves, is never short of customers. Like all treehouse bars on other continents, a few pretty elves flutter their transparent blue wings and serve drinks and food.

"Our guest is here, our guest is here..." an obedient monkey orc said as he leaped up and took the ice-covered hat from the middle-aged man who had just walked in.

At first glance, the man should be a nobleman, as can be seen from his very polite greeting to the monkey orc waiter. Only nobles do not lose their manners at any time, and only true nobles are willing to sincerely thank a lower race such as orcs.

The nobleman turned slightly and pulled out from behind a boy of sixteen or seventeen.

As the nobles and the boy approached the bar, more and more people in the bar stopped chatting and looked behind the boy, who was carrying a two-handed sword about his height, if it was iron, the weight of this sword is probably about the same as a two-handed axe or a lance, which shows that the teenager has considerable combat power. And, even more curious, the sword did not have a blade.

The boy was also very good-natured, like the nobleman, or more like a young scholar, with flaxen hair, naturally bent, half over his shoulders, her skin was obviously red from years of exposure to the Sun. Beneath her thick eyebrows was a pair of decent eyes. There was a hint of shyness in her eyes that was typical of a teenager, and a smile naturally appeared at the corner of her lips, from the top to the next in a white snow bear fur coat, deftly walking between the tables and chairs.

Most of the regulars in the bar were mercenaries, perhaps curious about the oversized two-handed sword. A large man, apparently a mountain berserker, stretched out his long legs in an attempt to trip the boy as he passed by.

The timing was perfect. It was such a tried-and-true trick in pubs that most people could imagine the boy tripping over a large sword.

The boy did not pay attention to the changes at his feet. As he walked, he looked around the bar curiously.

However, when his leg was about to trip the moment, the boy suddenly very naturally hollow step, deftly stepped over the trap. The crowd that was about to burst into laughter could not react to the boy's quick movements for a moment. The perpetrator of the prank was also stunned with the wine glass in his hand. The boy himself didn't even discover the little plot.

"Hey, Mr. Pretty, come sit here," a woman in a bright red cardigan greeted Eric in a coquettish voice.

Seeing the empty seats in front of her, he tugged at Émi and walked over to the woman.

"Damn it, Kid, where are you looking?" The woman gave Émi a triumphant thrust into her snow-white breasts, revealing the depth of her cleavage.

Poor little Émi was so shocked that her eyes were all white, it was Eric who came to his rescue, "Miss, don't get me wrong, my nephew is only 14. This is the first time he came out, in our small village where there is such a natural beauty miss, miss less so fashionable to wear. It was probably the first time he had ever seen a beautiful lady's breast, but he didn't know how it felt."