Chapter 258: Chapter 260: Tigers in Sheep’s Clothing

Chain quests?

Feng Bailing listened closely to everything being said.

“There are many people around, it’s best to be cautious. Let’s not run into spies from other Mercenary Corps and leak our route.”

But at this moment, Dongfang Yong and his companions stopped talking.

Feng Bailing thought for a moment, then got up and walked over to the neighboring table.

“Are you gentlemen mercenaries?”

The group became alert all at once, looking toward Feng Bailing.

Especially Dongfang Yong, whose eyes grew dark as they fell on Feng Bailing, and his hand tightened on the short gun on the table.

Seeing that the other party was not tall and somewhat frail, with a scholarly appearance, the seasoned mercenaries relaxed a little, one of them nodded slightly, but did not speak.

Only Dongfang Yong still had an icy face.

“Young Master, we’ve found the mercenary brothers.”

Feng Bailing looked overjoyed.

Ouyang Chenchen heard this and walked over, delighted.

“Real mercenaries? Tsk tsk, look at those muscles, and this head, and these knives and guns, I must have found the right people.”

After speaking, Ouyang Chenchen also didn’t forget to touch Dongfang Yong’s bicep.

Dongfang Yong’s face lengthened. Where did this brainless nouveau riche’s foolish son come from.

“Young Master, don’t forget our purpose. The old master sent us out to find cheap candles.”

Feng Bailing “pulled back” his own nouveau riche “young master,” earnestly advising.

“Yes, yes, yes, I almost forgot about the candles. Several mercenary brothers, I heard you know where to buy cheap candles? I am Young Master Ou from the Daye Ou’s chamber of commerce, my name is Ou Chen.”

Ouyang Chenchen said aloud.

The few mercenaries looked at each other and nodded.

These mercenaries came from various places, including some from Daye.

The accent of Ou Chen was indeed that of someone from Daye, and indeed there was an Ou’s chamber of commerce in Daye, which was a very large chamber of commerce.

In fact, the Ou’s chamber of commerce was also a business secretly run by the Royal Family, used to control the commerce within Daye Country. Of course, apart from those inside the Royal Family, outsiders were not aware.

“Young Master Ou, if you want to buy candles, you should ask in the market.”

Dongfang Yong gestured and stood up with the other mercenaries, preparing to settle the bill and leave.

“Mercenary brothers, wait, I’m willing to pay ten thousand taels for the recipe for cheap candles.”

Ouyang Chenchen, with his cavalier attitude toward money, pulled out a silver note worth ten thousand taels and with a slap, placed it on the tea table.

Dongfang Yong frowned.

Around them, several gazes turned their way.

One should never exhibit wealth so openly; this brainless son of a nouveau riche really does not know what danger is.

“Young Master, you’re looking for cheap candles? I know the recipe.”

A man with a rat-like appearance hastily came over with a smiling face from another table not far away.

Seeing this, the few mercenaries wanted to say something, but Dongfang Yong was silent and walked out. The mercenaries could only shake their heads and followed suit.

Ouyang Chenchen grew anxious, still wanting to stop Dongfang Yong and the others. Aren’t all mercenaries enticed by money? Why isn’t it working?

Feng Bailing also felt a headache coming on.

Chenchen is just Chenchen, always so crude in his approach.

Wealth should be kept hidden, yet this kid can’t help but display it overtly.

However… Feng Bailing glanced out of the corner of his eye, noting that the rat-like man had a tattoo on his left arm, resembling a rat.

The other party was after all a mercenary.

“This brother, you said you know the recipe for cheap candles?”

Feng Bailing politely invited the man to sit down.

“Ah, actually, this is a secret recipe, I usually wouldn’t tell anyone, but you two seem friendly, so I am sharing it.”

With a shifty look, the mercenary named Zhang Erfa, was an old-timer from Ka City, according to him, he was part of the Golden-furred Rat Mercenary Corps, a well-known local corps.

“These cheap candles, actually, not many Mercenary Corps knows the method, only a few long-standing Mercenary Corps are aware of it, others wouldn’t dare to tell you how to get it. Just give us ten thousand taels, and we’ll take you there.”

Zhang Erfa vowed.

“Really? That’s great then, Brother Zhang, when will you take us to see the recipe? If everything checks out, we will pay and get the recipe at the same time.”

Ouyang Chenchen was very happy to hear this.

She didn’t expect that they would so easily find out the method for making cheap candles.

But Feng Bailing felt something was not quite right.

Her observation was meticulous; when she previously mentioned the method for making cheap candles, in the eyes of several mercenaries allied with Dongfang Yong, there was a flash of evasiveness, obviously unwilling to talk more.

Although there wasn’t much interaction with Dongfang Yong, Feng Bailing remembered that Dongfang Yong seemed to be quite skilled.

Ten thousand silver taels was neither a large nor a small amount, if it was easy to earn money, the Mercenary Corps would certainly not refuse.

The group came to an agreement and arranged to see the recipe early the next morning.

On the bustling streets of Ka City, Dongfang Yong’s face was expressionless.

“Brother Yong, why didn’t you tell those two just now that the recipe they want is dangerous and could cost them their lives?”

A few mercenaries felt somewhat distressed.

Those two, one fat and plump, the other powerless as if unable to trap a chicken, were too easy to deceive.

To offer ten thousand taels at once, in a place like Ka City, wasn’t that seeking death?

“Seeking a dead end, why should we stop them?”

Dongfang Yong said with disdain.

Such so-called noble offspring who had been pampered, indeed, deserved a lesson.

If it had been a few months earlier, they might have known the recipe for cheap candles, and ten thousand silver taels could have been mentioned.

But now, that recipe was different.

A mishandling of it could be deadly.

Dongfang Yong did not want to earn money that weighed on his conscience; only small Corps like the Golden-furred Rat who had their reputation destroyed in the Mercenary World would yearn for it.

“Go and take on a mission.”

Dongfang Yong strode towards a mansion.

Feng Bailing and Ouyang Chenchen wandered around the market again in the afternoon of the same day.

Still, they did not find the method for cheap candles and also heard another piece of news.

Previously, Mercenary Corps indeed had a supply of cheap candles.

But recently, it seemed even the established Mercenary Corps no longer had a source for cheap candles and began purchasing in the market.

“Could Zhang Erfa be a swindler? If he dares to deceive me, I’ll beat him to death.”

Ouyang Chenchen also felt something was amiss now, waving her fists.

“It’s unlikely he’s deceiving people, but there must be a catch to this. After all, we have made connections with a Mercenary Corps, we’ll find out tomorrow morning.”

Feng Bailing smiled.

Zhang Erfa, because he thought he had encountered an easy mark, didn’t realize that these two seemingly harmless sheep were in fact wolves in sheep’s clothing.