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Chapter 223 A Prince? What a miser! (Seeking monthly votes!)

Everyone says the Royal Mercenary Group was formed by members of the royal family. Celia doesn't know if it's true or not. To avoid being recognized by the royal family, she disguised herself well before going to sell her mercenaries... oh no, she dressed up a bit.

Soon, Celia became a different person.

Elena looked at the completely unfamiliar Celia with a strange expression.

She suddenly asked a question—

Which appearance is Celia's true face?
Was the person who was with me before really her true self?

Seeing her doubt, Celia smiled and said, "Don't worry, since we left Southern City, I've only shown you my true self."

Elena couldn't help but ask, "Everyone knows we're on the same team now, so what's the point of changing your appearance?"

Celia retorted, "How do you know that what others see of me is the same as what you see of me?"

Elena: “…”

The elven girl suddenly felt a little terrified.

"Just kidding. Maintaining the disguise also consumes magic power. I wouldn't normally do that. Anyway, let's go."

"..."

Soon, the two arrived at the location of the Royal Mercenary Group.

As the two mercenary groups that were sent to explore ahead of the main force, they, like the Eternal Night Mercenary Group, occupied a very good location by the pool.

They even used local materials to cut down some timber and make wooden fences to enclose their encampment.

The wooden fence isn't high, only about a meter high. If you really wanted to get in, you could just jump over it.

But most people use the main entrance; nobody would bother jumping over the fence to get in.

some.

As Celia and Elena walked through the main entrance, Ross's phantom stepped over the fence beside them.

While she and Elena explained their purpose to the mercenaries guarding the camp, Ross had already entered the Royal Mercenary Group's camp, wandering around and touching everything.

Celia felt that if he wanted to, he could quietly take everything from the entire camp without the Royal Mercenary Group noticing.

However, Ross still retained a trace of divine majesty, merely wandering around without touching anything in the camp.

While talking to the mercenaries stationed at the camp, Celia secretly glanced at Ross, wondering if he had discovered something interesting in the camp.

After all, Rose rarely comes out.

However, Ross didn't tell her, and she didn't dare to ask.

Elena seems to have sold intelligence to the mercenary group before, and she appears quite adept at handling this situation.

Soon, the mercenaries stationed there led them into a large tent.

Inside the large tent, directly opposite the curtain, there was a low table, behind which sat a young man who looked exceptionally noble.

There are also two tables on either side of the tent flap, and the three tables together with the flap form a cross.

“This is our leader, Pascal,” the mercenary leading the way said.

"You two must be the legendary mercenaries who entered the ruins this morning? Please have a seat."

Pascal gestured for the two to sit down.

Celia looked at Pascal, feeling like she'd seen the name somewhere before, but couldn't quite place it.

She began to recall what she knew about the royal family.

According to official sources, the Ishtar royal family currently has nine princes and princesses, but apart from the first three, the identities of the other princes and princesses remain shrouded in mystery and have not been revealed. It is said that they are currently studying at various top magic schools.

Celia has no contact with that circle for the time being, and doesn't know where they all are, but they are definitely within the Holy Magic Academy.

Celia made her judgment after observing Pascal in front of her.

"It must be one of the princes."

Ordinary nobles cannot maintain a gentle demeanor while exuding an air of superiority. Only the most noble among the entire empire possess this quality, a "nobility" cultivated from being served by countless people since childhood.

If it's a prince... then we have to squeeze him for a hefty sum.

Celia looked Pascal in the eye and asked, "The ruins are open. Won't Lord Pascal go in and explore?"

Pascal smiled slightly: "I'll give this opportunity to my sister. I'll go after she's explored it."

Another sister?
Those appear to be members of two royal families.

Elena smiled and said, "This is a very rational choice, because the 'First Trial' that leads to the true gate of the ruins is extremely dangerous."

Pascal asked with interest, "Extremely dangerous? How dangerous?"

Elena thought for a moment, "A danger that could wipe out the entire temporary camp."

Pascal chuckled: "Haha, it seems the two ladies encountered a great challenge inside. However, perhaps it's due to their lack of experience. It sounds like you've only just arrived at the entrance of the ruins and haven't actually entered yet?"

Such keen observation skills.

They were so confident in their conclusion that they hadn't gone in yet, as if they weren't afraid of being wrong.

Celia looked at Elena, sensing that Pascal's decision to seat them so far apart was deliberate.

By deliberately preventing them from communicating, they can be divided and gain an advantage in subsequent transactions.

In response, all Celia could do was speak first before Elena could, saying, "Mr. Pascal, the [Initial Trial] is not so easy to complete. Under normal circumstances, it will take at least eight hours, and without our intelligence, your sister will definitely fail. Do you believe that?"

Celia doesn't believe that the royal siblings are united and loving.

Otherwise, why not explore the new ruins together instead of leaving Pascal at the camp and waiting for his sister to return from the exploration?

Pascal smiled and said, “You don’t know my sister. What you two can do, my sister can naturally do as well. You may not know this when you enter the ruins, but my sister only arrived today. The reason the ruins’ gate is open is because she brought a pure magic crystal and left it on the gate forever, which is why the gate is open and all mercenaries can explore it.”

This was something that Celia and Elena didn't know.

After they returned, they didn't have time to go to the tavern at the temporary camp to hear the news. After discussing it, they ran over.

Celia exclaimed, "Your sister has great courage. I wonder if Mr. Pascal has the same courage? Core walkthrough data for the Ruins of the First Trial, a flat price of twenty gold coins."

Pascal's smile vanished: "Madam, although our Royal Mercenary Group may seem wealthy, we are not fools. The so-called 'Initial Trial' is merely a test before entering, not top-secret information for clearing the ruins. I apologize for the price."

Celia frowned slightly.

Why is this prince so stingy?

It's outrageous that they can't even spare 20 gold coins!

Celia couldn't help but miss Benovia. She wondered which noble or merchant Benovia was the child of, who used the Heart of Gold to practice runes and casually gave her 200 gold coins when exploring ruins.

In comparison, this prince is a real miser!
Celia chuckled softly, "This is today's special price; it'll double tomorrow."

"Are you so confident?"

Celia gestured for Elena to stand up: "Mr. Pascal, if you don't take it now, it'll be 40 gold coins tomorrow. We welcome you anytime. Remember to get ahead of us before we set off to explore the ruins; it's incredibly valuable!"

“If Pascal has any doubts, he can wait and see if his sister will be back in at least 8 hours. Besides, she definitely hasn’t completed the ‘Initial Trial’ and might even come back injured.”

　I'm not going to celebrate 520 anymore; I'd rather enjoy writing.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)