Several groups rejoiced while a few others were worried. The emotions of those mercenary leaders who had sent their men out the previous night were like the coldest winter night, whereas the others celebrated their predicament discreetly.
However, that was only the beginning. After the mercenaries reorganized themselves, they were to proceed toward Mount Kuluo's peak to fight against the creature of rumors, the Phoenix.
The client made a mental note of the individual performance of each group. One could only say he looked at those mercenaries with disgust and disdain when no one was looking.
"That group of wastrels even had to cheek to call themselves mercenaries. They're simply ridiculous."
