Brand could even clearly see the deep suspicion in the eyes of the middle-aged man standing with Bujia, but was this suspicion necessary?
He was somewhat confused.
Then he couldn't help but recall the incident he encountered outside in the afternoon. From the words and actions of that young man named Ecco, it seemed that this mercenary group's mission to eliminate the bandits wasn't as simple as it seemed. Did they have another objective, or did they encounter some trouble? Brand wanted to understand this point.
He didn't want these mercenaries to be after the same thing he was, that would be a huge problem.
Thinking of this, Brand couldn't help but frown deeply.
"Brand, what's wrong?" Romantic blinked: "Are you angry with me?"
"Of course not." Brand glared at her, knowing that this young lady was certainly not afraid of him being angry, but was just making conversation for the sake of it. Then he turned back and asked: "Antitina, what did they say their mercenary group's name was earlier?"
He suddenly remembered something, which was a new question for him.
"Gray Wolf Mercenary Group."
"What's the matter, is there a problem?" Antitina asked.
"Nothing," Brand responded casually, then muttered to himself: "...Gray Wolf Mercenary Group, Gray Wolf?" Shouldn't it be Mountain Wood Blue Mercenary Corps? 'Mane Wolf' Macaro should be him. Yes, the middle-aged man looked exactly as described, it couldn't be wrong. But why was there a discrepancy in the mercenary group's name?
Could it be that history had changed?
He raised an eyebrow. Another possibility was that the mercenary group had changed its name, but within this domain, changing a name wasn't a trivial matter. Not to mention getting registered under the Adventurers' Guild subordinate to the Flame Temple would be a cumbersome and enormous project. Under normal circumstances, the application could hardly succeed unless something significant had happened.
Brand looked up, gazing at the natural light streaming through the stone window, his dark brown eyes flickering with uncertainty.
The red-haired middle-aged man touched the scar on his face and turned back to ask.
Standing on a high place, the cool breeze brushing against his face felt pleasant. He couldn't help but squint his eyes, staring at Chablis Town below. The town looked like a man-made hill, with winding and twisting stairs rising step by step up the slopes.
The name 'Mane Wolf' Macaro had been renowned in the mercenary world for about six or seven years now. It was a name he had earned when he first entered the trade. It meant that he was good at fighting and unafraid of death, like a fierce head wolf. In the southern mountains of Erune, the head wolf was also called the silver mane wolf, hence the name.
"Ha." Bujia placed his hand on his forehead and smiled slightly: "The kid's military swordsmanship was extraordinary, almost at a master's level, even within the army..."
He suddenly coughed: "You know what I mean, if we only talk about talent and accomplishments in swordsmanship, I'm not his equal. That young man named Brand is a true genius, born for the sword. It's hard for me to believe a person of that age could have such profound understanding of swordsmanship. Did you know, I couldn't even feel at ease in front of him—"
He chuckled: "Before meeting young master Ecco, I never believed in geniuses. One's achievements come from personal effort and hard work. But after meeting young master Ecco, and especially after today's events, I increasingly feel I made a mistake."
After speaking, he flashed a smile with his white teeth.
"You're comparing him with young master Ecco?" Macaro turned back. The scar on his face was rumored to have been left from a battle with the Night's Son. But those who knew him well understood that even before becoming a mercenary, he already had that scar on his face: "I didn't see that the young man had that level of skill."
"That's why you're the commander and I'm the swordsman."
"So, you think highly of him?"
"Yes, but that young man reminds me of an acquaintance."
"A stubborn guy. Anyway, what I'm saying is, I think this young man isn't an undercover agent sent by 'Paper Card'." Bujia said: "If they had such an outstanding reserve talent, it would have been known by everyone long ago."
Macaro shook his head and smiled: "It's hard to say, this season is too sensitive. I don't believe 'Paper Card' is here just to compete with us for a task. Chablis is just a small town without much value, could it be so attractive?"
"You said it yourself, didn't you, you think they have another agenda?" Bujia turned back and asked.
"What's their agenda? Is there some secret with those lizardman bandits, or what?"
"I'm not sure, but Ecco has been acting very unusual lately," Macaro closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "It worries me. I can't let a group of ill-intentioned people keep following us. They caused us trouble on the last mission, and this time, I want to end it once and for all." Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel•fire.net
Bujia glanced at him.
"Did the Master agree?"
Macaro nodded, then shook his head: "The Master didn't say anything."
"Then how about we wait a bit longer?"
"We can't wait any longer. The Shepherd Tree Men are catching up, haven't you noticed?" 'Mane Wolf' answered against the wind: "At most, within three days, we will move out."
"What about that young man?"
"Let him follow along."
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