However, this provoked the mercenaries, with one even beginning to curse.
"This is clearly a guild, are you messing with us?"
But before things got out of hand, the leader stopped them and even took the initiative to leave.
"Boss, why are we leaving? That's definitely a guild."
"Looks like this task isn't simple; we should keep a low profile, figure things out first."
Where should we gather information? For mercenaries, there is only one place.
Soon, a group charged into the tavern, and a burly man slapped the bar and shouted.
"Get your boss out here!"
Meanwhile, the others were examining the tavern and couldn't help but comment.
"Feels so quiet."
"Not many mercenaries, very different from headquarters."
"Probably all went to those ruins."
Their entrance drew the attention of everyone in the tavern.
But most looked at them like fools, some even ready for a show.
A few days ago, what happened to the troublemakers? These new fools...
