Just as Ozul had thought, his demands were strongly opposed by the mercenary guild. Although they were a neutral faction, they also had their pride and didn't want to accept a request from some newbie just to be able to invite him.
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- In a room with a long round table -
A couple of middle and old looking men sat around the table, each having a solemn expression on their face, not letting the others get any read on them.
"He is only an arrogant brat! No need to accept anything," an old-looking man commented, breaking the stillness.
"Exactly. After advancing to Rank-9, he thinks too highly of himself already," the middle-aged man with shiny red hair expressed his agreement.
Another old looking man also chimed in, "I also have the same thoughts. There is no need to invite such a presumptuous person. It will only ruin the good atmosphere."
