Chapter 1662: Chapter 915: Getting Straight to the Point (Part 2)

Finally, the majestic city walls of Cyrus City appeared before everyone.

The walls were tall and thick, built from large stone blocks, remaining solid as ever despite the passage of time.

On the walls, the guards stood tall and straight, holding Long Spears and observing the movements below.

Lis and his companions slowly followed the crowd into the city. The streets were wide and clean, flanked by rows of shops, and various signs swayed gently in the breeze, making creaking sounds.

The street vendors enthusiastically called out their wares, their voices rising and falling, attracting the attention of passersby.

After entering the bustling city, Lis already had a plan in mind.

He led Hanna and the others straight towards the Mercenary Guild.

He knew clearly that to achieve his goals quickly, boosting his reputation in Cyrus City was a good option.

Perhaps the people of Morlock Temple would hear of his deeds and proactively invite him.

This is also why so many extraordinary strong people came to Ryan Kingdom.

Soon, the distinctive building of the Mercenary Guild came into view.

It was a tall building made of solid gray stone, giving an impression of solemnity and authority.

The doors of the guild were open, with mercenaries constantly coming and going, bustling with activity.

Lis and his companions entered the Mercenary Guild, and inside it was quite lively.

The mercenaries here seemed to come from all corners, wearing various styles.

Some wore lightweight leather armor and held short daggers, moving with agility, clearly assassins skilled in stealth; others donned heavy armor and wielded massive war axes, imposing and fierce...

Their speech carried many different accents, some with a rough and bold tone, others smooth and gentle, making one feel like being in a melting pot.

Lis ignored the noisy surroundings and went straight to the guild’s front desk.

There were three or four well-dressed servants, with good looks and graceful manners, busy attending to mercenaries picking up tasks.

Some servants smiled and introduced the tasks’ contents and rewards to mercenaries, while others carefully recorded the mercenaries’ information.

Lis went forward and directly spoke to one of the servants, explaining his purpose.

"You want to see the guild master?"

The servant looked at Lis and his group with some surprise.

These people seemed unfamiliar, likely newcomers here.

They didn’t wear mercenary badges, clearly not yet registered as official mercenaries.

How could they directly request to see the guild master?

Seeing this, the people around cast curious glances towards Lis.

"Of course, I heard that becoming the strongest here allows one to join Morlock Temple?"

Lis said with a smile:

"I think with my strength, I shouldn’t need to go through all that trouble!"

Lis straightforwardly explained his thoughts.

In his view, there was no need to waste so much time.

Hearing these words, those around directed amused looks over, with a few mercenaries nearby laughing outright, as if watching a farce.

Who is this clueless about the ways of the world?

Is he a descendant of some noble?

Does he think just looking good allows entry into Morlock Temple?

That temple only considers strength?

The last mercenary from this city to join Morlock Temple was five years ago!

Lis paid no attention to the mockery of others, merely chuckling softly as he looked at the servant before him.

The servant didn’t mock him but seemed troubled.

Someone like Lis wanting to see the guild master directly was basically impossible.

Yet for some reason, Lis seemed to exude a unique charm before her, leading her to instinctively want to help.

Moreover, her years of being a servant gave her a faint intuition that the person before her might not be joking.

As they got closer to Cyrus City, Lis and his companions clearly felt the atmosphere becoming increasingly bustling.

Along the way, they saw more and more merchant caravans.

These caravans varied in size, some consisting of just a few carts and a handful of people, others forming a long line of dozens of carts, with the drivers brandishing whips and occasionally shouting, urging the horses forward.

During this period, they hadn’t encountered any more pursuers, allowing Theodore, Hanna, and the others to gradually relax.