Grandmaster Hunter of Age of Mythology

Rubili stood quietly at the door, guarding his post like a sculpture, until the sky turned pale and dawn broke.

The lady in the room was like a sleeping fairy, peaceful and quiet. After a night of rest, her mental state improved slightly, and she sat up slowly, as if every tiny movement required a huge effort. Then, she carefully took out a bottle of precious healing medicine from her bosom, and swallowed it with clear spring water...

At this moment, even such a slight noise still woke up Rubili who was waiting attentively. He immediately stepped forward, bowed respectfully and said: "Dear employer, I will find a decent adobe house for civilians and pay some money to have it cleaned up. What do you think?" After saying that, he raised his head slightly, with a hint of tentativeness in his eyes, trying to guess his wife's thoughts.

Hearing what Rubili said, the lady nodded slightly to show her approval. Then, she said softly, "Well, I did sleep very soundly last night, and now I feel a little better. And I want to tell you that I am actually the president of the Shadowmoon City Mercenary Association. I once personally met with your team called 'Glory', and I naturally know something about your situation..."

Hearing this, Rubili was shocked, his face full of astonishment. He quickly bowed again, and said in a slightly panicked voice: "Ah! It's the president in person, what a sin! I'm really sorry, I haven't been to the association for a long time, and everything there is a little unfamiliar and vague. In addition, I am so down and out now, I really can't bear to think of the glorious days of the past, and I dare not easily set foot in the Mercenary Association to embarrass myself. I am able to meet the president here today, and I hope the president will forgive me and don't blame me." His words were full of humility and awe.

"Listen, the Mercenary Association has been massacred, and I am the only one who escaped by luck. There are spies everywhere outside now. So I can't show up in public, and this is when help is needed. I chose you because I think you must be a good person. Five of the six people in your team are already rich, and only you are living in poverty, so I decided to take a gamble. The mercenaries who are currently active must be being watched, so they cannot be used. You are very inconspicuous, and perhaps you can help me heal my wounds and do some things."

"President, just speak up. It's our duty. What are the consequences of the bloodbath in the association? How are the mercenaries who took the mission doing? Is there no one there now? This is simply unbelievable. Who is so bold?"

Daphne sighed: "It was done by the church armed forces, so they have as many spies as they have believers. I came here from the sewer, hoping to get your help. Food is easy to deal with, but these medicines, anyone who goes to buy them will definitely be targeted... So, your task now is to get me the medicine without anyone knowing..."

"Only the Mercenary Association's medicines are authentic. For other pharmacies, if they can achieve 80% efficacy, it's already pretty good. There's no need to take risks. President, how long can the medicines you carry last?"

"There is only two days' supply. You are not allowed to ask any acquaintances for help, and you must obtain the medicine without leaving any trace."

"I'll think of a way. Let me find a clean mud house to live in. I'll get you some food first. You take a rest first..."

I used three gold coins to buy the mud house of my neighbor's family of four. They had female family members, so they kept the house very clean.

The house made of rammed earth did not cost much at all. It could be exchanged for three gold coins, so they did not even need furniture. They took the money and left, then found a place to build another one. With three gold coins, they could live a good life for a few years based on the local prices.

So they checked in within two hours. Daphne felt that the environment here was much better. At least there was a bathtub and three rooms, which could meet her needs for rest and recuperation.

At around nine o'clock, he carefully selected a set of relatively intact clothes from the closet that would make him look more decent and put them on. He then tidied up his appearance, trying to make himself look energetic and dignified.

Then, he held on tightly to the armor-piercing handcart and walked with firm steps towards the more prosperous market, ready to purchase some daily necessities and luxuries that the president would need.

In the bustling market, the dazzling array of goods is dazzling. Rubili shuttled between the bustling crowd, searching for what he needed with a keen eye. He first came to the meat stall and picked a few pounds of high-quality venison jerky; then he went to the fruit stall and bought several fresh and juicy seasonal fruits; then he stopped at the door of a coffee shop for a while and walked into the store without hesitation to buy a bag of fragrant coffee beans. In addition, he also bought some precious spices and exquisite toiletries for the female members of his family. Of course, the delicious buttered white bread and various condiments that he usually didn't want to buy because they were too expensive.

After careful selection, Rubili finally bought everything he needed. He carefully placed these items on the cart, including a few lively fat chickens - they were excellent ingredients for stewing soup to nourish the body! In addition, he also bought two new and sturdy wood-fired iron stoves in case of emergency.

When Lubili, with a full load, slowly returned home dragging the heavy cart, he was already exhausted and out of breath, but his heart was full of hope for life.

As soon as he got home, Rubili did not take a rest and immediately started to prepare. He first placed the newly bought spices neatly in the kitchen cabinet, then put the fruits in a fruit bowl and placed it on the table in the living room, and finally carefully stored the precious spices in a hidden corner. After doing all this, he could not wait to set up the stove, light the fire, and prepare to slaughter three fat chickens to stew soup. As the fire became stronger, the pot gradually emitted bursts of rich and mellow fragrance, which made people salivate. With the addition of a variety of superior spices as auxiliary, the taste of this pot of chicken soup must be extremely delicious and memorable.

At this time, President Daphne, who had been silently watching Rubili's every move, came over. She frowned slightly and asked with a slightly puzzled tone: "Why didn't you buy any wine?" Hearing this, Rubili was slightly stunned, then smiled bitterly and replied: "I was worried that drinking would delay my work, and I have been accustomed to saving money for so many years, I really couldn't bear to spend the money to buy wine... So I didn't dare to take a look." After saying this, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought, feeling deeply moved.

"You can drink as much wine as you want in the future. You no longer need to scavenge, and you don't need to live here. After this, follow me and leave here!"

"Ah, I don't dare to expect these. I help the president without asking for anything in return. One thing is one thing. Helping with these trivial matters is not worth much reward, so I won't buy any wine."

"Well, the wine must be delivered to me. I want 'Fire Cloud'. Ten jars first, in the afternoon..." A check for a hundred gold coins was placed next to him.

Rubili was very happy and could not resist the temptation of strong liquor. The president's intention was very clear, that is, to let him drink as much as he wanted...