Chapter 179: A Pill Shop
Rhain's dark grey eyes swept over the five Core Formation mercenaries standing before him.
No matter how firmly Vulcan vouched for this mysterious Master, these were hardened mercenaries who had survived decades in the brutal Inner Province by trusting no one easily.
He knew it perfectly.
Loyalty born from a single display of power was hollow and unreliable.
To earn their genuine loyalty, he needed to bind them with tangible profit.
Without a word, Rhain reached into his spatial ring.
Flash! Flash! Flash!
Six bottles materialized in the air, hovering gently before each of the mercenaries and Vulcan.
"You can take them," Rhain commanded.
Vulcan didn't hesitate.
He grasped the bottle immediately, already knowing what was inside.
The five mercenaries exchanged a brief glance, and then they also reached out and took their respective bottles.
Luka was the first to pop the cork.
