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Chapter 363 Pamisa (Seeking monthly votes~)

The receptionist showed a total of three requests.

The first is the investigation team. The Northern Alliance is organizing an investigation deep into the far north and is currently recruiting mercenary investigators, requiring at least a second-tier mage to follow orders.

Celia shook her head after looking at it.

Is this the official team of the Northern League?
Hilarious! The Northern League's work efficiency and the officials' behavior are appalling. I hope that when it comes to paying money, they'll need approval slips and stamps, and go through multiple layers of review before the funds can be disbursed.

By the time the distribution time came, everyone had grown cold.

Moreover, this is a large-scale project, requiring the recruitment of dozens of people before it can proceed.

Celia couldn't wait.

"The second request is about gathering... By the way, is this request located deep in the far north?"

The receptionist glanced at it and said, "Yes, it is. However, according to the route given by the client, we need to take a detour and slowly go deep into the far north."

"How long will the commission take?" Celia asked.

"About a month."

“Never mind.” Celia shook her head and looked at the third one.

The third commission is about someone discovering a new ancient frozen ruin deep in the far north. The ruin is very beautiful, so the client wants to go and see if it is really that beautiful and plans to record it with a bracelet.

"Isn't this mission to explore ruins?"

The receptionist shook his head: "No, the client is the daughter of our supply town mayor. She likes beautiful scenery, so she issued the request to see if the newly discovered ancient frozen ruins are really beautiful. Once confirmed, she can return."

“This one looks good, and she’s the mayor’s daughter. I’ll take it.”

Beside him, Ross gave a strange smile.

But he didn't say anything.

The receptionist shook his head: "This commission requires you to go to the mayor's house in person and pass the mayor's test before you can accept it. According to the descriptions of the mercenaries we've accepted before, this test may require at least a third-tier level of strength."

"It's alright, I'm just a third-tier mage. Please tell me where the mayor's house is."

"Okay, the mayor's house is..."

……

The center of the far northern supply town is a large square with a tall statue standing in the middle. On one side of the square is a large mansion.

This house is the home of the mayor of the far northern supply town.

When Celia arrived, she saw a large crowd gathered in the square, bursting into laughter from time to time.

She walked over and saw several disheveled people running out of the crowd, ashamed.

"What are you doing?"

Celia squeezed through the crowd and went to the front row.

In the center of the crowd, a blue-haired girl dressed in mithril armor, holding a longsword, looked around and asked loudly, "Who else wants to sign up?"

"Register?" Celia was taken aback, then immediately noticed a piece of paper pasted under the statue, which clearly read "[Pamisa's Guardian Request Assessment]" with detailed assessment requirements below.

It's actually just one line of text—Defeat Pamisa, and the use of puppets is prohibited.

The first line of text makes it seem easy to many people, but the second line instantly discourages most mercenaries.

“Pamisa…isn’t she the mayor’s daughter?” Celia muttered.

Hearing her words, the mercenary next to her turned to look at Celia, paused for a moment, and then explained enthusiastically, "Yes, Miss Pamisa is the mayor's daughter. She is recruiting a guard team to explore the newly discovered frozen ruins in the far north."

Another person chimed in, "However, Miss Pamisa has recently advanced to the third rank. Without the puppet, it's impossible to defeat her. So far, we've only managed to recruit two guards."

"Tier 3? They managed to recruit two of them?" Celia exclaimed in surprise. "Does she really just want to go deep into the far north to take photos?"

"I don't know. The depths of the far north are too dangerous. Madam, why don't you join our mercenary group and explore with us... Where are you going? Don't be reckless!"

Before the mercenary could finish speaking, Celia had already stepped inside. Pamisa noticed Celia's arrival and pointed her longsword, "Are you here to participate in the assessment?"

"Yes, Miss Parmisa," Celia asked. "When are you departing?"

Parmisa showed interest: "So confident, asking me directly when to leave? Fine, I like that. If you can beat me, we can leave tomorrow."

"Okay, please."

Celia took out the Myriad Lights Sword.

The Sword of Myriad Lights did not become ugly due to the seal; it still shone brightly, immediately attracting the attention of Pamisa and the surrounding mercenaries.

"What a beautiful sword!"

Pamisa immediately became serious.

"Such a beautiful sword, you must be very strong. Well then, take this!"

As she spoke, Pamisa rushed over.

Celia held her swords in both hands, holding them upright in front of her, and an ice shield combo appeared, enveloping her.

boom!
The sword energy from Pamisa struck Celia's ice shield, leaving a shallow mark.

"Such a tough defense."

Seeing this, Parmisa was immediately spurred on by her competitive spirit, "Then let's see if your shield is stronger or my sword is sharper!"

Boom boom boom!
Pamisa's attacks rained down on Celia's ice shield like a storm.

The surrounding mercenaries involuntarily stepped back, giving the two a larger area to fight.

The spells of a third-tier mage are far more powerful than those of mercenaries who are mostly first or second tiers.

Even among the onlookers were many ordinary people; if they were accidentally grazed by the aftershocks of the sword energy, they would at least suffer serious injuries.

Those mercenaries with ulterior motives were all shocked by the fierce attack.

"Miss Parmisa is so strong!"

"Is this the power of a third-tier mage? It's terrifying!"

"Miss Pamisa is so strong, why would she need guards? She can go by herself, right?"

"This mysterious lady seems even stronger. Such a terrifying attack couldn't even break through her shield."

"What kind of spell is this? How can its defense be so high? Legend has it that the Earth Shield is the strongest in terms of defense among the third-tier spells, but this ice shield looks at least as strong as two Earth Shields!"

"What if this is the fourth level?"
"Where are the spells?"

"forget it."

"..."

A moment later, Pamisa, panting, said with dissatisfaction, "Hey, all you can do is hide in your turtle shell? You won't pass my test like that!"

Celia raised an eyebrow. "Miss Pamisa, is the assessment a test of my ability to defeat you? I thought it was a test of my ability to protect you."

Pamisa was taken aback. "The ability to protect me... that's true. The defensive power of your spell is indeed impressive. However, defense alone is not enough. If we encounter powerful monsters, defense alone won't be enough to deal with them."

"understood."

Celia casually dispelled the ice shield, her longsword hanging down. "Well then, excuse me, Miss Pamisa."

Before Pamisa could react, an ice shield enveloped her.

With a swing of her longsword, Celia used her ice shield to pull herself out of the crowd.

Pamisa touched the cold ice shield, looking completely bewildered.

"what?"

(End of this chapter)