Sean's words, dismissive of these nearly twenty mercenaries, naturally sparked great anger among the group.
Their strength was indeed nothing special, perhaps not even qualified to be pawns in the eyes of true powerhouses. But they had survived countless battles. Mercenaries lived the kind of life that meant walking on the edge of a blade, yet it didn't mean they were fools or idiots. If someone stronger came forward to speak these words, even if these mercenaries felt humiliated, they would silently back down.
But Sean?
Even if they had no qualifications to be pawns, they were at least good enough to participate on this grand stage as extras or a bit parts. A person who didn't even have the power of lower bronze would never have the opportunity to participate as an extra—whether they were mercenaries, soldiers, or applicants for other major guilds, they all had to possess at least the strength of lower bronze.
