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Viert had only walked halfway when the Great Alchemist pointed his Golden Staff at his face. No one could discern the expression on Gailte's face hidden beneath the Golden Mask: "Mercenary, you have two choices."
"Our transaction is complete; you could charge ahead and taste the consequences of attacking an Imperial Grand Alchemist."
"Or, you could follow me into the Deep Mine District. Once the task is done, I'll pay you a new commission, and it will be in real gold. I can guarantee it with my reputation."
"I'll give you two minutes to decide."
The Blood Axe Mercenary Corps was helpless. Faced with offending the Great Alchemist or gambling once more on his reputation, the Blood Axe had no choice but to choose the latter. From start to finish, there was only one possible choice.
