Settled in a resting area within the labyrinth, the mercenary group members were all checking their respective equipment.
After looking over the other members one by one, the Captain approached the last remaining person and asked.
'How's your condition? Are you sure you don't need to head back soon?'
'I'm good for at least two or three more battles.'
The mercenary with long, clean hair tied back replied confidently with a vibrant smile.
It was the high-spirited youngest member of this mercenary group—Chris.
A few consecutive battles had taken place so far, but this was well within his limits. Unless they suddenly hit a massive trap, there wouldn't be a problem.
The Captain nodded as if understood.
This time, Chris looked toward a mercenary sitting nearby and asked.
'More importantly, is the Vice Captain still staring at that?'
'Yeah. He's debating whether to sell it or not.'
