After Redi spoke, no one interrupted. The cool night wind swept across the battlefield, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood. The demonic leader of the Paper Card Mercenary Group and the Dark Priest stood silently in the wind, as if chewing over the information contained in those words.
Conrad raised his head and smiled slightly. It seemed like he appreciated the young man's cooperation, but he always appreciated it, whether it was the opponent's death or their obedience.
"Twelve Silver Level guards." He repeated the young man's words: "What do you think?"
"Twelve?" The Dark Priest raised his head slightly: "It seems possible—even if it's a deliberate ruse, the fact remains that the young man is not present among Macaro's main forces."
"No, there's no need to doubt anymore. Indecision only worsens things." Conrad waved his hand to interrupt, then looked back at the young man kneeling on the ground: "Are you a noble of the Heavenly Destiny Country?"
Redi was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly nodded.
"Good, you seem more valuable than those others." Conrad laughed like a demon: "We don't need worthless people, so they've been dealt with. But you are different, determined, knowing what you need. The Gray Wolf Mercenary Group is finished, and those who understand the times are wise. Are you willing to work with us?"
The young man with the white hair raised his head, momentarily dazed, not understanding what the other meant by saying this. Of course, he was afraid that this demonic figure would take advantage, as Conrad had mentioned his identity earlier, fearing it might bring trouble. But the other's words were already clear; if he refused, his fate would be the same as those useless people.
Redi once again felt conflicted. He had already betrayed his conscience once. At this moment, he felt like a merchant suffering a loss, who had invested more money to try to turn things around, but now found that the money might be going down the drain. He subconsciously didn't want this to happen. Conrad offered him a final lifeline, and he hesitated only for a moment before grabbing it tightly.
Even if he had to die, that would be a matter for the future.
The young mercenary leader grinned: "Alright, I'll lend you a person—no, a team. Take them to track down those fifteen people. You don't necessarily have to kill them, but if you do—I'll let you take my position as leader of the group." Conrad bent down, patting the other's cheek: "Don't worry, I won't deceive you. After all, once this task is completed, I'll be off to another place."
However, Redi didn't fully hear his words. The young man with white hair let out a sigh of relief upon hearing that he was only meant to chase down Brand. He had already prepared for dire sacrifices, but of course, if they weren't necessary, that would be for the best. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a bit fortunate, glad that his choice wasn't wrong.
Besides, there was that tempting condition.
Although the Paper Card Mercenary Group wasn't as famous as the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group, it was still one of the larger mercenary groups in the Southern Territory. Thinking that he might possibly sit in the leader's position, Redi couldn't help but feel a bit excited.
But when he raised his head, he was taken aback. He saw the person in the black priest robe move aside, revealing behind him a figure cloaked entirely in a long black cloak, shrouded in black mist. Redi was momentarily stunned but recognized the weapon revealed from beneath the cloak: "Qian..."
"Oh, she was originally called Qian?" The Dark Priest smiled grimly: "Let's keep that name, I don't have much talent for naming anyway. Complete this task, and she'll be yours—"
The young man with white hair felt his throat tighten, his hands involuntarily clenching subconsciously. He liked that red-haired girl, which was a well-known fact among the mercenary group. However, Qian only cared deeply for Ecco, treating others merely as siblings or family, and Redi knew this well. Yet he still harbored a bit of hope, hoping that perhaps after Yura and Ecco's wedding, he might get a chance. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel✦fire.net
But he knew himself that the chance was very slim.
He took a deep breath. Although this current Qian looked somewhat different from the past, what difference did it make? He suddenly recalled Conrad's words, that the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group was done for, but he knew Yura was still alive—in fact, few knew that he not only liked Qian but also eyed the blind girl. However, this was an impossible scenario, so he buried this ambition deep in his heart.