Prince Regar Virmilion
The Isfahan Wolf Guild

Walking through the snow storm. Because it is not possible to ride a horse, Regar finally arrived also at noon in the city of Isfahan which is located not too far from Elisabeth's grandmother's farm.

There were five large guilds operating in the city of Isfahan. While the Prince Regar Virmilion lamar was the sixth or smallest guild. Even the strongest in the guild was only Rank S, even the founder of the guild and he rarely participated in missions.

The cursed prince passed through a long queue that registered to the five great guilds. If they did not escape, then they would register with the sixth guild or the Isfahan Wolf guild.

The Isfahan Wolf Guild only existed in the city of Isfahan, Asteria Province alone. They had no branches in other provinces, due to the difficulty of recruiting great Swordmen and Archers who had been recruited first by other large guilds.

Guilds have flourished ever since the Kingdom of James waged an open war with the Kingdom of Sirius 15 years ago.

The Celestine King, needed great strength to stem those endless Yakjud Kingdom Warriors. Due to the lack of a reliable Swordman and Archer, he was forced to contract guilds from outside the Sirius Kingdom.

Of course the guilds that originally served as security guards only or escorted merchants, turned into mercenary suppliers.

With the lure of high pay and a contract system that can be chosen for a week, a month or a year, it can already make money from killing those Goblins.

The guilds would place their members to the forefront of the battleground along the eastern border of Sirius Kingdom.

***

After walking for a while, Prince Regar Virmilion's eyes were fixed on a classic two-story building, like a medieval European building.

At the entrance gate of the building was emblazoned with the inscription, ‘Guild Wolf Isfahan’ in which it appears some people are queuing to register to become members of the guild.

“Hmm, it looks like I'm number 15,” Regar's group counts the number of applicants in front of it.

“Awas you a boy!” exclaimed the large-bodied man with a large sword strapped to his back. His arms alone were already bigger than the head of the damned Prince.

“Hey, what the fuck are you!” prince Regar Virmilion snapped at the big man.

“You dare to yell at me!” the big man shouted as he turned around to look at Prince Regar Virmilion who was wearing the covered clothes, he covered his face with a mask and also wore sunglasses to cover his brown eyes which were very taboo in the Latina mainland.

“You can't just increase your muscles! But the brain also makes thinking!” the Tejek of Prince Regar Virmilion is back.

“You brat! Must be told, how to respect people stronger than you!” he swung his great sword.

Not bothering, Rear pulled the trigger of the G-2 he was carrying.

“Dorrr!”

“Dorrr!”

“Aaaaaaaa akhattttttt!” shouted the big man who made people who were waiting in line immediately crowded to see the incident.

“Wau .. what is it, why is it like an arrow!”

“Hey, young man ... did you sell your unique weapon?”

“Betul, I also want to buy!”

“I too!”

The suitors to Isfahan's Wolf guild commented on the G-2 Pistol Rear used to shoot the big man.

They ignored the big man who was in pain. He then pulled a bullet from his calf using a knife. Because when he tried to make a recovery by channeling Mana to the place where the bullet was lodged. It even increased the pain, so he took the initiative to remove the first two bullets that were lodged.

***

“What is this? Why don't you guys queue up? If you don't want to sign up or be troublemakers. Don't stay here, find somewhere else!” exclaimed a bespectacled woman, with a book in her left hand and a pen in her right.

Just contact everyone back to their respective ranks.

Regar was just confused, everyone seemed to be afraid of him.

“Hey fool! Quickly back to the queue. Do you want to not be accepted into Isfahan's Wolf guild?” said a man who was in front of his queue earlier, before being dragged by the big man who was shot by him.

“Eh, who is he?” ask Regar while whispering softly to him.

“He was the lover of the owner of this Isfahan Wolf guild. He only respects those who obey the rules. While the wayward-bandel immediately rejected, even though they are the strongest Swordman or Archer!” sahut the man.

“Oo, so so .. I am amazed by the idealism of the mistress of the owner of this Isfahan Wolf guild,” said Prince Regar Virmilion again nodding in agreement.

One by one the queue in front of him had finished doing the application. Some looked glum as they came out and some looked smiling.

Prince Regar Virmilion was still confused, actually what test was given by the Isfahan Wolf guild. Want to ask he was embarrassed, finally he just joined the queue. He was just lucky in the end.

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