More than 20 bronze tier warriors chatted in groups of twos and threes outside the Blackmoon Castle; they looked nervous.
All of them had gifts. Some had magical beasts, and some had armors and weapons. Some even had carts filled with meat and wheat. It was not an exaggeration to say that some carts had dismantled beds, tables, and chairs on them—perhaps they had torn down their furniture and brought them there.
Most of the bronze-tier experts within a ten-kilometer radius were there.
Three old men, who had also applied for the job last time, were also there; they chatted with each other.
"I brought four people this time. Young Master promised me four Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken eggs," one of them said.
