Who taught him to restore his country like this?

We'll either die together, or we'll become slaves together.

This was the boldest decision she had ever made in her life, and it was also a way to repay the king and the eldest prince for their care for her.

She had a general idea in her heart that she was probably going to die.

So she returned to the palace, wanting to see her few friends for the last time.

As a result, a third scenario occurred.

After the Kingdom of Lah was declared extinct, Ron miraculously escaped the shackles of enslavement without dying.

She found it incredible that she was not bound by the shackles of enslavement.

"I want to go to the magic capital of Moragun to study magic."

Glovi answered after careful consideration.

Before that, she wanted to see that person again.

Keltia, unaware of Glovi's thoughts, simply smiled with satisfaction.

Glover was finally freed from his constraints, like a bird breaking free of its cage and soaring through the vast sky.

Chapter 5 Commissioned Tasks

With the once-powerful Kingdom of Lah defeated and withdrawn from the stage of the third war of the gods, everyone who was paying attention to this war openly and secretly offered their best praise to the new king who led the Kingdom of Lah to this point.

Given the advantages created by the former king of the Kingdom of Lah, even if a pig were to succeed him, it would be difficult for the Kingdom of Lah to reach this point.

However, thanks to the new king of the Kingdom of Lah, the chaotic situation that was originally uncertain in terms of how long it would last has suddenly become clear.

A sage publicly predicted the third war of the gods: within three months, the Emerald Kingdom will draw the curtain on the third war of the gods and gain the qualification to enter the divine kingdom.

Seemingly in response to the sage's prediction, on the third day after taking over the territory of the Kingdom of Lach, the Kingdom of Emerald assembled its army and marched in a grand procession toward the Kingdom of Diam, which bordered the southern border of the Kingdom of Lach.

The war is about to start.

In the third battle of the divine kingdoms, if the Emerald Kingdom's combat power is 5, then the combat power of the other three countries is 2.

With the only kingdom that could rival the Emerald Kingdom gone, how long can the remaining three kingdoms hold out even if they unite?

Everyone thought that the first battle between the Emerald Kingdom and the Kingdom of Diam would be an easy victory.

Only the person they 'praised' didn't think that way.

They may have forgotten that the Kingdom of Lah launched a week-long attack on the Kingdom of Diam, gaining nothing and suffering mysterious deaths, including the late king and the eldest prince.

As the ultimate winner of the third war of the gods in the original work, the Kingdom of Diam is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

……

Just as the Emerald Kingdom launched its attack on the Kingdom of Diam, a masked youth walked into the Mercenary Guild of the Emerald Kingdom's Gray Mist Territory.

"I want to delegate a task."

The young man slammed his hand heavily on the registration counter.

The visitor's hostile attitude immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

If you're going to delegate a task, then just delegate a task. Why are you yelling so loudly?

The mercenary waiting for his mission by the counter saw the young man looking disheveled and like a beggar, and was about to make a few sarcastic remarks.

But then the young man moved his hand away from the counter, revealing a high-quality magic crystal.

They were stunned.

The young woman who had been sitting behind the counter immediately stood up upon seeing the alluring high-grade magic crystal and asked respectfully, "What kind of task would you like to commission?"

"Escort me around the Dusk Swamp. It requires at least three people who know third-level martial arts." The young man said.

"May I ask your name?"

Barrett.

“Mr. Barrett, perhaps you’re from out of town and are unaware of the situation at Twilight Swamp…”

"I know," the young man interrupted the receptionist's kind reminder, "there's a gray mist permeating the Dusk Swamp. It dissipates magic power and interferes with its concentration. Magic can't be used in there, is that right?"

"Uh...yes."

The receptionist explained the situation to the client very responsibly: "The magical beasts that inhabit the Twilight Swamp are extremely dangerous, so the commission fee will be higher than normal..."

"Isn't that enough?" The young man pushed the high-grade magic crystal over.

"That's enough, that's enough."

The saleswoman happily put away the magic crystal: "Is there anything else you require?"

"Nothing."

"Okay, we'll arrange something suitable for you..."

"Miss Misha, we'll take this mission."

Before the counter clerk could finish speaking, a large, rough hand reached out.

The young man looked up and saw a burly man, over two meters tall and shirtless, standing beside him.

As soon as he appeared, all the mercenaries who had originally wanted to steal the mission dared not approach.

"Lord Byron."

The lady at the counter looked at the burly man with some fear, and said with embarrassment, "This gentleman's commission requires three mercenaries with third-level martial arts skills, but your team..."

As the saleswoman spoke, her gaze drifted toward the man's back.

The young man also looked over curiously.

Good guy.

One person brings four girls.

Two of them were orcs.

One of the orcs gave the young man an apologetic look, seemingly quite helpless about the burly man's behavior.

The saleswoman mustered her courage and continued, "None of the four of them seem to know any third-tier martial arts techniques."

“Then I’ll trouble you to revise your requirements.” Byron looked down at the young man, his hand, which could cover the young man’s entire head, resting on the young man’s shoulder: “I can do the work of three people by myself.”

The young man calmly observed him without making a comment.

"Byron, you must not be disrespectful to your client!"

An aged, dignified voice came from deep within the Mercenary Guild.

Their voices were heard, but their faces were not seen.

Upon hearing this voice, Byron couldn't help but purse his lips and reluctantly removed his hand from Ron's shoulder.

The counter staff breathed a sigh of relief. She bent down, her face apologetic: "I'm so sorry you had a bad experience. I'll find you the best quality service right away..."

“No need, he’s the one.” The young man suddenly said.

Byron, who was about to leave with the four girls, stopped in his tracks upon hearing this.

Five pairs of astonished eyes looked over.

No, it's six pairs.

The saleswoman was taken aback, thinking she had misheard. Just as she was about to continue selecting high-quality mercenaries for the young man, she heard him speak again.

"But I have one condition."

The young man's gaze swept over the five people, finally settling on Byron, and he said, "I want to learn a martial art or magic from each of you."

"no problem!"

Byron grinned and agreed without hesitation.

Fearing the young man might regret it, they quickly went to the counter to register the task.

Although Byron's mercenary group, which had only been established for a few days, did not yet meet the requirements for accepting B-level missions, Ron had already made up his mind, so the receptionist had no choice but to register him for the mission.

After registering their mission, the group left the Mercenary Association.

"When do you plan to go to the Twilight Swamp?" Byron asked.

"Time waits for no one, let's set off now."

The youth are moving at a hurried pace.

Byron followed closely behind.

"Although I don't know why, I'm still very grateful that you chose us," he said.

Seeing the young man looking at him, he chuckled and said, "To be honest, our mercenary group has never received a B-level mission."

"But don't worry, I've done B-level missions before, I guarantee I'll bring you back safely from the Twilight Swamp," he said, patting his chest.

His past seemed to be quite eventful, but the young man wasn't interested and just gave a slight "hmm."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Byron, and I am the leader of the Skywalker Mercenary Group."

Then he introduced the four shy girls behind him: "These four are children I adopted when I was on a mission. Her name is Reggie, she's from..."

He rambled on for a long time, and when he saw that the young man didn't react, he began to assess the young man's strength.

He sensed a considerable amount of magical energy within the young man and asked, "You previously said you wanted us to each teach you a martial art or a spell, right? You wanted to learn my third-tier martial art, didn't you? To ensure you can learn it, I'd like to know your current strength?"

What is my skill level?

The young man had a sudden thought.

A panel that only he could see appeared before his eyes.

Name: Ron Rheinter

Race: Human

Age: 17

[Level: LV.24]

[Affiliation: Kingdom of Lah (King)]