"It doesn't matter! We are the employer and the employer should be able to pick the people he wants anyway." He was just a child of six or seven years of age, but the old man was slightly surprised by the seriousness on his face.
Indeed, they were the employers, and as long as they could afford the commission, they really did have the right to pick the people. So, the old man nodded: "Alright then! Please sit for a while, Young Master, while I post the mission." The old man said, and asked the two people to sit inside for a while, while he asked a man outside to post the mission.
When they saw the newly posted mission, the mercenaries outside surrounded the notice. However, when they saw the description of the mission, their expressions became strange one by one.
"It's really those two children? And they even want to pick the people?"
"So the two children want to go to Hundred Rivers City."
