Feng Chou slept until the evening. He went downstairs to eat something and then came back to rest. The next morning, he left the hotel full of energy.
When he left the hotel, Feng Chou was no longer wearing an expensive and gorgeous aristocratic suit. He had changed into a smart hunting suit.
Walking out of the hotel, Feng Chou walked along the street into a quiet alley. While there was no one around, he put on a plain mask and a wide-brimmed hat.
Coming out of the alley, Feng Chou called a rental carriage that was waiting for business at the corner of the street and went straight to the mercenary union.
Once again arriving at the mercenary union, Feng Chou did not hesitate to receive the development mission of the Benedict Family's territory.
This mission was somewhat different. It was not as simple as receiving the mission at the mercenary union.
In this mission, the mercenary union was actually just a middleman. They would screen the mercenaries who wanted to receive the mission according to the requirements of the Benedict Family and issue a mission letter to those who met the criteria.
The mercenaries who received the mission letter had to go to the hotel where the representative of the Benedict Family was located according to the address on the mission letter. After getting the approval of the representative of the Benedict Family, they could join the exploration group organized by the Benedict Family and be transported to the development base in the western part of the Benedict Plains by the ship hired by the Benedict Family.
In the development base, there was a development committee composed of members of the Benedict Family and representatives of the church. The committee would issue various development missions to the mercenaries in the base according to the situation. These development missions were clearly marked with silver coins as the unit of merit.
The mercenaries who participated in the development had to bear all the costs in the frontline. The Benedict Family would guarantee the logistics of the mercenaries, but to get these logistics supplies, the mercenaries had to pay out of their own pocket.
After explaining the operation of the mission to Feng Chou and making sure that he understood, the staff of the mercenary union signed the mission document with him.
After receiving the mission document and the letter of introduction, Feng Chou left the mercenary union, called a carriage, and went straight to the Turkey and Ale Hotel near the dock.
The Turkey and Ale Inn wasn't a high-class inn, but it was extremely large.
The hotel occupied about a quarter of the area on the south side of the street. The whole hotel was divided into two parts: the front yard and the back yard. The front yard was the same as the Casalanca Mercenary Union's. It was a rectangular courtyard surrounded by four three-story buildings. The back yard and the front yard were connected to each other. The difference was that the front yard was the guest rooms, tavern, and restaurant, while the back yard was the warehouse, stable, and storage yard.
At the bottom of the building in front of the hotel, there was a doorway. This was the main entrance of the hotel. At the main entrance, there was a pair of cast-iron fences. After the double doors were opened, the doorway could allow two carriages to enter side by side.
Behind the gate was a courtyard surrounded by four buildings. Carriages could be temporarily parked in the courtyard. Behind the courtyard, in the middle of the buildings, there was a doorway about the size of the front door. After passing through the doorway, one could see the backyard of the tavern.
On the left side of the first floor of the courtyard was a tavern, while on the right side was a restaurant.
The four buildings surrounding the hotel were all four-story buildings. The second floor and above were all guest rooms. It was said that this hotel could accommodate thousands of people at the same time.
This huge hotel mainly served foreign merchants, small merchants, and high-ranking mercenaries who worked at the docks.
The rental carriage stopped at the small plaza in front of the hotel. Feng Chou tossed the coachman a silver crown and got off the carriage.
He looked up at this extraordinary hotel and walked towards the small door next to the hotel's main entrance.
The doorway that could allow two carriages to enter side by side was for carriages to enter and exit. If one was on foot, they could enter through the small door beside the main entrance and reach the front desk directly.
Although it was called a small door, it wasn't small at all. It was a wooden door with two openings. When fully opened, it was more than three meters wide.
Compared to the luxurious hotel Feng Chou stayed in last night, the front desk of this hotel didn't look luxurious enough. It didn't have smooth marble floors, white walls, or beautiful murals. The roof wasn't high enough either, and there weren't any beautiful chandeliers.
However, this hall gave off a warm feeling.
There was a wooden floor, the same brownish-red wooden walls, and the dim but not dim magic wall lamps. The warm color made it easy to ignore the tension brought by the unfamiliar environment.
Feng Chou walked through the door, looked around for a moment, and went straight to the front desk. He asked a chubby girl sitting lazily behind the bar, "Excuse me, is the Benedict family's office here?"
The slightly plump girl raised her head to look at Feng Chou and said lazily, "Third floor, South Room 332."
Feng Chou thanked her and went up to the third floor along the stairs in the corner of the hall.
Passing through the open corridor facing the inside of the courtyard, Feng Chou quickly found room 332.
He found a lot of people gathered here. After approaching and asking, he learned that several rooms on the left and right sides of room 332 had been booked by the Benedict family.
Feng Chou and several other new mercenaries were invited by the servants of the Benedict family to wait in the guest room next to room 332, waiting to be summoned by the plenipotentiary of the Benedict family.
The room was a bit simple, with a wooden floor, rough walls painted with white mortar, a simple bed, and log tables and chairs.
In order to accommodate more mercenaries, the room was full of chairs.
Feng Chou waited for more than an hour in a group of mercenaries before it was his turn.
Hearing the servant's announcement, Feng Chou came to the door of room 332, politely knocked on the open door, and walked in.
The bed in room 332 had been removed, and a large desk was placed in the center of the room. A thin middle-aged man with a mustache, wearing a black silk Frac suit, a triangular hat, and a mustache sat behind the desk. He frowned with obvious impatience on his face.
Feng Chou bowed slightly to the other side and sat directly opposite him.
The middle-aged man looked at Feng Chou unhappily and said, "You should be polite in front of a noble."
Feng Chou raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm sorry, may I ask who you are …"
The middle-aged man said, "Bishop, you can call me Sir Bishop Bishop."
"Oh, it turns out to be a respected Sir. Please forgive my ignorance. You should wear a wig so that even an ignorant person like me will not mistake you." With that, Feng Chou stood up and made a gesture of saluting again.
Bishop waved his hand and said, "Well, tell me, which mercenary group do you represent?
How strong are you? "
Feng Chou said, "No, I represent myself. I don't belong to any mercenary group …"
"Tell me about your class and level," Bishap said, interrupting him immediately.
"Sixth-level warrior, part-time fourth-level rogue."
Bishop frowned and said, "Barely qualified."
He hesitated a little before taking the mission letter from Feng Chou and signing his name on it.