The next morning,
Jacob felt refreshed after sleeping in an actual room, without being careful about any animal attacks or running rainwater from the roof.
After dressing in casual clothes of the natives, which he bought from the rain town the other day.
"I should get the identity of a star mercenary first today. That place should be close to the Town Lord's Mansion…" Jacob locked the door and headed toward the most prominent area of Rain Town.
The Star Mercenary Agency was established and sponsored by the Zodiac Taurus Bank when the Humane Kingdom was founded. This agency was not only exclusive to the Humane Kingdom but, just like the bank, its roots were widely spread.
The Star Mercenary Agency was quite lax with the members and its purpose was quite simple: they would accept missions from anyone for commission, and as long as you have sufficient mercenary rank, you can take the mission and earn corresponding rewards.
Furthermore, besides the mission, they also deal with the animals and beasts as well as anything that can interest them. They have an ample amount of resources to buy anything.
That was what make the Star Mercenary Agency so compelling to common folks. But this job was also very dangerous, and few survived the life of a mercenary.
The rain town plaza was the most bustling place in the entire town. It was not because of the lord's mansion, but because the building of Star Mercenary Agency was located here, and it was even more lavish than the lord's mansion.
Many mercenaries were going in and out. Some held large bags dripping with blood, while some were going in to accept the mission.
At this moment, a silver hair man appeared outside the building, drawing some attention, but not much.
Everyone was minding their own business because in the Star Mercenary Agency there wasn't any rule about any infight and if you provoke someone with a deep background, you might die on your next mission mysteriously.
Especially a place like the Rain Town, which was closest to the rainy mountain ranges, and many adventurous souls come here and some of them vanished without any traces.
It was a very common case, so no one dare to provoke anyone, not without knowing their background first.
Jacob entered the lavish building and saw a spacious hall with some tables and chairs. Many mercenary teams were discussing their mission while some were waiting.
'Now, this place has the vibes of a fantasy place.' Jacob curled his lips slightly.
His eyes scan the place when they landed on a huge blackboard with many posters and there was a huge crowd swarming around it.
Then he noticed a large counter in the west, and five beautiful receptionists were dealing with queues of mercenaries.
He directly headed their way. He noticed the bronze signs in front of those five receptionists.
'Mission Registration & Information, Mission Completion & Rewards, Material Sales, Material Trade, and Registration.'
Jacob looked at the queue in front of the Registration Counter, which was the shortest, and join them as he waited for his turn.
Jacob observed the person at the very front, and he was answering the questions of the receptionist as she noted them down on a paper.
After the questioning was done, she handed him the paper and direct him toward the stairs not far away from the counter, and he headed toward the second floor.
After waiting for fifteen minutes, it was finally Jacob's turn.
The receptionist was a pale skin beauty with long black hair and sharp eyes, any man couldn't resist her invisible charm.
"First and Last Name." She said impassively, as she didn't glance at Jacob and kept her eye on the registration form.
It was her daily job, so she cared little about who took the test since there wasn't anything worth seeing in this countryside town.
Jacob also impassively answered, "Jacob Steve." He didn't hide his name since it, he wasn't a wanted criminal or any refuge, so it wasn't worth hiding.
She jotted it down before she called again, "Age and gender."
"Male, 24."
"Citizenship?"
"Gloria Country, Rain Town."
"Please show me your identity proof."
Jacob had already seen the person before him giving an identity proof, which looked like the identity card he found in Decker's possessions.
He coolly said, "I lost it."
The receptionist finally tilted her head and looked at Jacob, her eyes dilated slightly at seeing such a handsome man in this town.
She said with a hint of gentleness, "Sir, if you didn't have any identity proof, you have to pay ten times the registration fee."
Jacob's eyes flash for a moment. "One gold coin?"
She nodded. "Yes, the registration fee is 10 silver coins, but without any identity proof, you have to pay the penalty."
"Come on, man, if you didn't have money, get out of the way." A burly with average height sneered impatiently.
Jacob didn't retort and took out a gold coin from his pocket and put it on the counter. "Thank you for your trouble." He had twenty gold coins from Decker, and now nineteen were left.
The receptionist smiled and received the gold coin. Before she filled the identity section.
The man behind Jacob also showed an embarrassed smile, but he didn't dare to speak anymore. He was silently afraid that Jacob would take revenge.
Anyone who could take out a gold coin wasn't someone ordinary in the rain town.
The receptionist handed Jacob a paper with his information and said with a smile, "Please go to the second floor, where an examiner will test your strength and allocate you a corresponding mercenary rank."
"Thanks." Jacob received the form and headed toward the second floor, minding his own business.
When it was finally the burly man's turn, the receptionist's expression turned stony again as she said, "Fifty silver coins first."
The burly man's face fell, and he knew he will have to pay the price for his foul mouth since he can't cause trouble for the managing staff, or he could just forget about the mercenary license!