World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 197 - 197 135 Are you Yan Nai'er

197: 135: Are you Yan Nai’er?

The battle of conquest!

197: 135: Are you Yan Nai’er?

The battle of conquest!

After joining the Silver Wolf Legion, Suo Lun had spent most of his days idling in the Archer Camp.

Even as mercenaries, there was a saying about raising an army for a thousand days to use it for a moment.

Among the more than three thousand people in the entire Silver Wolf Legion, there were dozens of small teams.

Generally, no more than ten teams would be out on missions each day.

It was rare to see large missions that mobilized hundreds of people, and they would not come across such tasks more than a few times a year.

In their free time, most of the mercenaries spent their days training in combat within the barracks, with three days of leave each month to enjoy themselves in Tianye City.

Suo Lun had inquired about the mercenaries’ salaries.

Without a mission, the base salary for the most common mercenaries was five silver coins per month.

This sum of money would suffice for a month’s expenses for an ordinary household in the Rage Wave Kingdom.

But since mercenaries risked their lives, they naturally disdained such a meager amount.

Once on a mission, each mercenary could take a cut from the mission’s reward.

Even the lowest-ranking mercenaries could easily earn two or three months’ worth of pay for a single mission.

Therefore, what mercenaries yearned for most was to be sent on missions, as that meant a substantial amount of silver coins would be theirs.

Missions also varied in rank: ordinary missions were completed by mid-ranking Samurai team leaders of a hundred men.

Higher-ranking missions were handled by elite teams selected by high-ranking Samurai leaders of a thousand men.

The most difficult and highest-ranking missions were selected by the Wolf King himself, choosing only the most top-notch masters.

Now that Wolf King Yan Yan was absent, Yan Shuang had become the Young Wolf Master, and the missions she led were of the highest category.

When the people in the Archer Camp heard that Young Wolf Master Yan Shuang had actually summoned Suo Lun, they were immediately filled with indignation and jealousy.

“I’ve been with the Silver Wolf Legion for three years and have not yet fought alongside Miss,” an old mercenary complained bitterly.

“Hmph, I’ve been here for five years,” another mercenary said.

“I’ve truly seen Miss and the Wolf Commander face to face no more than three times.

It’s really unfair that this newbie gets summoned by Miss just a few days after his arrival.”

The ranking system of Silver Wolf mercenaries was very strict, no less than that of a regular army.

Ordinary mercenaries, team leaders of ten, leaders of a hundred, leaders of a thousand, Young Wolf Master Yan Shuang, Wolf King Yan Yan.

For ordinary mercenaries, the highest rank they usually encountered was a leader of a hundred, and a leader of a thousand was a rare sight.

As for the Young Wolf Master and the Wolf King, they could usually only glance at them from a distance.

Moreover, each rank of mercenaries received different treatments.

How could one rise through the ranks among the mercenaries?

There was only one path: battle, battle, and more battles, continuously earning merits.

Although Suo Lun and Fen Mo were regarded as geniuses with divine archery talents, they had just entered and still had to start as ordinary mercenaries.

With envious, jealous, and resentful gazes upon him, Suo Lun followed Yuan Jie toward the Central Army buildings.

…

The entire camp of the Silver Wolf Legion covered several thousand acres.

All other barracks were made of wood, ordinary large huts, except for the central building that stood five stories tall.

Normally, this was where Wolf King Yan Yan resided, but in his absence, it became the dwelling of the Young Wolf Master Yan Shuang.

Arriving at the Central Army building, they were stopped by high walls.

Two personal guard Samurai stood at the entrance.

“Please go and inform the Young Wolf Master that Yuan Jie brings Lanling to pay a visit,” Yuan Jie advanced to say.

“Please wait, the Young Wolf Master is meeting with someone else,” one of the personal guard Samurai said.

Then, Yuan Jie and Suo Lun waited by the entrance.

A full quarter of an hour later, a person came out from inside.

With disheveled hair, deep and wild eyes, and an unruly swagger, it was Fen Mo, known for his divine archery talent.

Suddenly, Yuan Jie’s face took on an unpleasant look.

As a member of the Archer Camp, Fen Mo had come to see Young Wolf Master Yan Shuang without going through him.

Then, a female Samurai approached and took a glance at Suo Lun, saying, “Are you Lanling?”

“Yes,” Suo Lun said.

“The Young Wolf Master tells you to come in,” the female Samurai said.

Then, Suo Lun followed her into the Central Army building, while Yuan Jie continued to wait outside, not permitted to enter.

…

The massive Central Army hall covered thousands of square meters, with a floor entirely paved with bluestone, and walls adorned with Silver Wolf decorations.

Atop the high platform sat a massive commander’s throne, crafted out of silver.

Hanging above the throne was a silver wolf, carved from pure silver, cold and fierce.

A white tiger skin lay spread beneath the seat, a whole skin peeled from a white tiger, with an intact tiger head that still looked vivid and powerful.

Though it was autumn and the location was in the south, making the weather quite hot,

upon entering the Central Army hall, one could feel the chilling, solemn atmosphere.

When Suo Lun entered, Yan Shuang had her back towards him, looking up at the silver wolf head ornament.

“Lanling, you possess a divine archery talent and could have served in any kingdom or entered the Divine Dragon Celestial Palace.

Why have you come to my Silver Wolf Legion?” Yan Shuang asked as she heard Suo Lun enter.

Her voice was naturally cold and frosty, as if keeping others at a thousand miles distance.

Suo Lun was taken aback—was this Yan Nai’er?

According to his sister Suo Ningbing’s description, Yan Nai’er was outwardly cold and stern but inwardly naive and passionate.

But the cold indifference of the Yan Shuang before him seemed innate.

Moreover, her dominance and the air of a high-ranking individual seemed to radiate from within and was in no way feigned.

“Why don’t you respond?” Yan Shuang turned around, her ice-cold gaze fixed on Suo Lun, and said, “Or perhaps, do you have ulterior motives?”