The Night Watcher is the boss here.
And the Night Watcher is famous for its strict order.
Even a shrewd merchant like him can only sell regular goods for a bit more, not daring to sell counterfeits.
Watching this shrewd merchant, the scaled young man wasn't a fool; after thanking the Night Watcher, he glared fiercely at the Half-Elf before leaving.
"Tch, so what if you have a lot of supplies, just a bunch of fools."
The Half-Elf muttered curses.
On the other side, a group of humans wearing mercenary leather armor gathered with a few mixed-bloods, among them a burly man with a booming voice: "What's there to be afraid of? The Night Watcher's ship is big and sturdy enough, with ample supplies. Once we're there, whether it's fierce beasts or ghosts, just slash through them, clear the perimeter with the main force, safe and profitable!"
Who is the happiest since the Adventurer's House was set up?
Without a doubt, it's these mercenaries.
