Two years later, Sellsword bar, Green Town.

On a bench in the corner, Silly-Head, who has forgotten what he used to be called, sits quietly, staring at the magic hint board, constantly flashing magic script, which contains several missions published this morning.

Silly-Head silently muttered, "Well, this mission requires B mercenaries, not for me, well, this mission requires more than three mercenaries, the level is enough, but who wants to team up with me?" That's not for me either. Well, it looks like we're going to have to do nothing again today."

The magical cue board continued to roll, but there was still no Silly-Head desired task, baffled, he thought bitterly: "His mother, why don't I have a suitable task?"

Silly-Head in the corner was worried about the lack of a suitable task for him, but the mercenaries gathered near the bar were busy talking to the union staff, and then, in groups, left.

Silly-Head's heart bled as he watched one task at a time being picked up by others. "My gold, my lunch..."

Silly-Head sighed for a long time, lying on the bench began to doze, dream, he received a super simple task, the reward is ten thousand gold pieces, he only spent a quarter of an hour to finish the task, the employer gave him a lot of gold pieces, he gave a shout, jumped into the gold pieces, busy counting up...

In the dream, when the protagonist is counting the number of gold coins in high spirits, he is awakened by a voice.

"Escort task, D mercenaries, the number of twenty, the level is not limited, their own transportation, can be temporary organization, ten days, the place is Mecca town, commission five hundred gold coins, starting at three o 'clock in the afternoon."

"We accept this mission."

Take the task is a 'genius mercenary regiment' of the C-level mercenary regiment, speaking is the deputy commander of the mercenary regiment, the name is what Silly-Head to forget, anyway, there is nothing new, that like his name, let people forget.

"Silly-Head, come here, we don't have enough, you're in."

"Why is that phrase so familiar? I seem to hear it often in dreams..." Silly-Head rubbed his eyes and looked incredulously at the speaker.

"You, don't you hear?"

"Yes, yes, Boss Jon, but I don't have transportation." Silly-Head suddenly remembered the man's name.

"Never mind. Just meet at the gate at three o 'clock sharp." 'said Jon impatiently.

Silly-Head felt a thrill, and silently counted that there were only twenty sellsword soldiers left in the union hall, no more, no less.

"Providence!" said Silly-Head. Silly-Head said to himself that he hadn't heard anything Jon and his men were saying, as if it had anything to do with him, but he was no longer concerned with what they were saying, and kept thinking, "If I can complete one mission, I can be promoted to F-mercenar. I'm now the lowest G-level."

Silly-Head immediately went to President Kerry, who had been taking care of him and had given him a job, and in a fit of madness went to the door of the president's office and gently knocked on it.

"Come in," he said. President Kerry said from inside.

"Hello, President." As Silly-Head entered, he bowed to the half-bald President Kerry before he spoke.

"Silly-Head, it's you. What can I do for you?" 'asked the president, putting down his papers.

"The president would like to take some time off, OK?" Silly-Head asks.

"Ask for leave? The president blinked doubtfully.

"Yes, the genius mercenary has accepted the mission to the town of Mecca, and asked me to go, it may take twenty days to return. I have agreed to leave this afternoon." Silly-Head's explanation.

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"Oooh! Well, to Mecca Town? The president of the Mercenaries' Union in Makkah is an old friend of mine. Will you take a letter for me?" When the president heard that Silly-Head had gone to Mecca, he was heartened.

"No way, free postman," he said. 'thought Silly-Head, with a look of doubt on his face.

"Of course I can't let you go for nothing. I taught you Fireball last time. How about I teach you Ice Blade this time?" One look at Silly-Head's face will tell him what he's thinking. We're all mercenaries.

"Really? Chairman, I will finish the job." Silly-Head was so happy to hear that he could learn another magic.

The president then began to teach Silly-Head how to use the spell. When he had finished, he told him to go outside and try it out, and to ask questions whenever he wondered.

After leaving the president's office, Silly-Head sauntered out of the union house and, finding an empty corner, stood still, saying to himself, "I wonder if the magic has returned after all this time. Well, try again."

As he spoke, Silly-Head began to stir up the magic in his body according to old memories and spells, but nothing appeared except that the air was stirred by his waving hand.

Silly-Head did not lose heart. He tried and tried and adjusted his methods, and at last he succeeded, but the ice blade was surprisingly small, only the size of a fingernail, and soon melted into the air.

As Silly-Head watched the ice melt and fall to the ground, he began to think, "I wonder. It is only spring now. Why did the chief teach me this magic? I remember that there used to be a water wizard who used to make cold drinks for the president in the summer. Now that the magician has left, I am supposed to take over. Well, at my current level, can I do it?"

At the thought of this, Silly-Head training mood suddenly disappeared, no more ice blades.

"How stupid you are! "Came a sweet voice.

Silly-Head did not have to turn around to know that it was the seventeen-year-old daughter of Vice President Hilton.

"Hello, Miss Betty," she said. Silly-Head said hello quickly.

"Well, Silly-Head, what magic are you practicing? I can see you waving your hands all the way away, but not a single spell comes out. Have you encountered some kind of problem?" "Asked Miss Betty, after looking Silly-Head around curiously.

This Miss Betty's occasional kindness always gave Silly-Head a headache. The last time she taught Silly-Head to practice fireball, Silly-Head's eyebrows were burned off. But the proud Miss Betty did not apologize, and complained that Silly-Head was too stupid. Silly-Head only reacted a little more strongly, and Miss Betty actually chased him a long way with the fireball. What a wicked miss! So when Silly-Head saw her, his head looked very big.

As a last resort, Silly-Head lied, "It's nothing. I'm shooting mosquitoes."

"Lies. How come there are mosquitoes now? Say, what are you doing?" When Betty sees Silly-Head not being honest, she immediately changes her tactics to force a confession, and a ball of fire appears in her hand.

Silly-Head stared at the fireball and thought, "Oh my God, you're not going to burn me."

With a feeling of weakness, Silly-Head decided to confess to Miss Betty what the president had told her. He even expressed himself in the way the president had spoken. As he spoke, he said to himself, "What a fool you are. Why do you say you are shooting mosquitoes?"

"Well, tell me so. What do you say, you know how to use ice blade?" Betty was very pleased with her confession, and not at all ashamed of herself.

Silly-Head looked at Betty as she pushed the ball away from her and then said, "I'm sorry, Miss Betty, but perhaps this magic is too deep for me to use yet. "

"Esoteric? So simple elementary magic is called profound? You're too stupid, I suppose?" Betty began to laugh at Silly-Head again, and it was almost a compulsory thing to do whenever she saw Silly-Head.

"But... Maybe I'm just stupid. ' Silly-Head at once pretended to be taught, and said, "Miss Betty, please be kind enough to show me a fool."

"Really stupid, well, for the sake of you being so open-minded, I will teach you, look at it, like this..." Miss Betty was quite pleased with Silly-Head's manner.

Although Miss Betty's tone and attitude are not very good, even can be said to be very naughty, but she teaches very carefully, and constantly corrects Silly-Head's actions, even at the cost of modifying Silly-Head's clumsy gestures, and corrects several grammar mistakes in the middle of Silly-Head. What a polymath!

It took her more than an hour to teach Silly-Head before she taught him to be Silly.

At last Miss Betty got a little tired, and said to Silly-Head, "Practice yourself, and ask me some other day."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Miss Betty, for taking your precious time out of your busy schedule to teach a fool like me, and I will certainly practice seriously enough to live up to your kindness today, Miss..." Silly-Head was kissing Miss Betty's ass as usual.

Silly-Head thanked her until a smile spread all over her pretty face. Miss Betty nodded with satisfaction and said a few words before she left. Silly-Head was relieved to see Miss Betty's back as she left.

At one point, Miss Betty talks to someone:

"My little Betty, how happy you are today!" Hilton, the vice president, asked her daughter.

"Praise me, Father, for another good deed I did today. I taught Silly-Head how to do ice blades. It took me an hour to do it." "Answered Betty, very pleased with herself.

"Really? A little beginner magic to teach for an hour? No, it wouldn't take an hour to teach a pig." Hilton said with a chuckle.

"Dad, what do you mean? Don't you believe it? ' Betty was a little angry.

"No, of course I believe you. Maybe he's dumber than a pig." Hilton heedily said.

"Hum!" Miss Betty shut up and ignored her father.

Somewhere, Silly-Head keeps sneezing.

"It's someone who keeps cursing me, and it's not my scheming to let someone see through it, and, hey, Miss Betty's had a long day, explaining and demonstrating, and letting me touch her little hand, hey... I'm sorry, but you chased me with a fireball last time." Silly-Head mumbles.