A day later.
While Dhruv was celebrating his success with the spellcasting, Marty had found his team of mercenaries.
There were seven of them, with all of them reaching the minimum of tier 3 in their ascension. Three of them already reached the top of tier 3 and needed just a few more levels to ascend.
They were hoping this dungeon would be that fuel.
Activating his mana senses, Marty looked at the man who was standing in an upright posture.
The man was Vael Ashcroft, the captain of the mercenary group, the Valor. His eyes glint with a hint of green, and his head is adorned with dark copper hair. Aside from the faint and ugly burnt scar bisecting his left eyebrow, everything was beautiful about this man.
"Hello Vael…" Saying Marty extended his hand.
Shaking his hand, the man just nodded his head.
"The paperwork is all written in the contract, so you don't have to worry about it…' Sighing, Marty glanced at his team member once again and asked.
