"I.d.?" The guard in front of him asked as he stretched out his hands.

Luke passed the fake i.d. he had bought to the guard. Luke was not worried about the guard recognising it unless he was a rank 5 magi.

Luke didn't want to use his original i.d. to trace him back to the village hence he bought a new i.d. He hoped his sister was smart to not use her i.d. as well, but then remembered she didn't have her i.d. with her. But he knew from the route she has been following she is going to come here.

It should be easy for her to enter the capital without an i.d. with the capabilities she has shown in the village, as long as there aren't any roaming apostles around.

The guard looked at the i.d. and back at him while surging his magi particles through the card, before passing it back to him and motioning him to enter the capital.

Luke didn't wait to idle around or admire the beautiful capital as he quickly made his way to the shopping district. He had done enough of that in his previous life.

He went with the flow of people until he sighed in relief seeing that the place he was looking for was still there. 'Drum and Flute' was the pubs' name. It was a local favourite for mercenaries.

Not only that one can commission request to the mercenaries in there without having to go through the mercenary organisation. The benefit for doing so was he didn't have to pay the commission required for the Mercenary association, along with the request won't be recorded down in their association for the empire to look through.

However, rarely did a proper commission come here as most of the time people here tend to scam each other saying they completed the mission or running off without paying after a commission was done.

Luke chose this place as this was the best place to set a commission without it being recorded down for the agents in the empire to trace him and his goals.

Luke walked up to the barkeeper.

"A commission." Luke told the barkeeper before he could even ask what Luke wanted.

The man looked at Luke for a second before passing a pen and paper to Luke.

Luke took the paper and wrote his commission down. He took a while before he finished before passing it back to the man. The man took the paper without even bothering to look at the content and pinned it to the board on the side.

'Track the person drawn below.

Reward 10 silver.

Do not engage with the target or let them notice you.

Once you have an eye on the target come here between 1 and 2pm of that day.'

Luke had drawn a rough sketch of Linda on the commission paper.

Many people were attracted to the new commission on the board. People suddenly started murmuring while Luke made his way out. Luke knew this was bound to happen due to the reward he had offered.

Low-rank mercenaries barely make 1 silvers a week, if they worked extremely hard and here he was offering 10 weeks of reward for a single mission.

He ignored it and focused on way to get stronger.

He used to be an award user previously, his power being the power of the lightning itself, hence his nickname Storm of misfortune. However, he knew how strictly award user was regulated in the world.

There was no way for him to become an award user unless he enter the servitude of a powerful noble or join the army and swear to them an oath of loyalty.

He had no plan to join or serve anyone now since his sister was alive now. He had previously enlisted in the army hoping that he could die fighting, but now he yearned to live.

Luke then decided to proceeded to make use of all the hidden opportunities hidden inside the empire, from his past life, to get strong quickly. Luke had promised such a huge sum for the commission eyeing these lost or hidden opportunities. Hopefully the changes to the past hasn't been too great that all these opportunities were all lost or discovered.

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The barkeeper looked at the young man coming in. It was the 6th day he had come looking for anyone who made a completion of his request.

At first the barkeeper felt sorry for the boy, especially the first day he came back after commissioning the request.

Few mercenaries had teamed up citing they had information pertaining to his target and took him out. The barkeeper had said a silent prayer hoping the boy wouldn't be foolish and resist them fearing the worse.

However, 15 minutes later the boy came back casually with bloodstains all over his clothes. Since that day no one had ever heard or knew what had become of those mercenaries.

Those who still wanted to carry on scamming the boy had 2nd thought seeing the missing mercenaries and the bloodstains on him.

He waited here until it was 2 pm before he left.

The boy followed to come back every day, each time few foolish one daring to challenge the boy only to disappear. But as the tries increased the number of challengers decreased and the people knew the boy was not to mess with at least not for the price he was offering for the commission.

As the boy sat down in front of the counter, the barkeeper saw a young lady in her early 20's walking in. She was quite the stunning person to the locals.

She looked around before stopping her gaze at the boy. She walked forward swinging her hips to the side while her sword swayed with her.

"Are you the one who commissioned the request?" The charming voice of the lady assaulted even the barkeeper.

"You have anything?" The boy nodded while asking her back.

The lady looked around noticing the glares of everyone on her before saying "Follow me."

The boy got up as usual and walked out.

The barkeeper kept an eye on the clock.

1 minute... 2 minute... 3 minute... 4 minute... 5 minute... 6 minutes.

The barkeeper sighed while thinking 'Finally someone who actually completed the commission.'

Suddenly the door opened a man of towering 2m tall walked. His face screamed danger and shady person due to the scars, unshaven beard and scruffy hair alongside his large sword.

"Has the commission been completed?" The man asked as he sat down.

"I think it has since he has been gone for a while. Why? Are you eyeing him as well? I suggest you don't. Not with the amount of mercenaries that has been gone missing, since they had the walk with him." The barkeeper advised the man.

The man smiled menacingly "Darn, so close to making some free extra cash. Anyway, is the toilet free?" The barkeeper nodded and the man walked to the toilet holding his stomach.

After a few minutes the front door opened, and the boy walked in with bloodstain all over him as usual.

'Oh, seems like a false alarm. And the false alarm seemed to be quite the strong one.' The barkeeper thought as he watched the boy.

The boy sat in his chair as usual waiting for the time to pass.

Seeing the barkeepers inquisitive stare, the boy replied "Poison." The barkeeper nodded finally understanding why it took so long for him to dispose of her.

The man who went to the bathroom finally came out. Seeing the boy his eyes shone for a bit before saying "Brat I found her."

The boy got up from his seat and walked out following the man.

The barkeeper sighed at the man's foolishness. He was one of the few people the barkeeper enjoyed having a company with.

The barkeeper kept an eye on the clock.

1 minute... 4 minutes... 7 minutes... 11 minutes... 15 minutes... 19 minutes...

Suddenly the door opened, and the tall man walked back in smiling.

He went and sat in front of the counter with his usual toothy grin. "Get me the best beer."

The barkeeper sighed as he prepared the mans grin. "How much did you get?" The barkeeper asked him.

"15 silver notes." He replied as he showed off the notes.

"Was he still breathing when you left him?" The barkeeper asked looking at the tall man's sheathed sword by his side.

"He was, I don't know whether he still is." The man replied.

The barkeeper was silent for a while as he cleaned the mugs.

"So, were you stronger than him or just about equal?" The barkeeper asked.

The tall man shrugged his shoulder as he replied, "How am I supposed to know?"

The barkeeper's eye widened for a second before he asked, "Did you not fight him?"

The tall man looked confused for a minute before realisation dawn on him as he started laughing.

"Wait, you found his target?" The barkeeper asked back embarrassed he even got to such a conclusion.

"Obviously. Why would I steel such a measly sum from a kid?" The man replied as he asked for another mug.

"Then what was that response about you don't know about him being alive or not?" The barkeeper refilled his mug and passed it back to the tall man.

The tall man hesitated for a second as an unknown emotion passed through his eyes. "The commissioned target of that boy, I hope he won't find her attention or get in her way."

The barkeeper nodded seeing his eyes, as he took the commission off the board and threw it in the bin.