Within Black Crow Castle, no one dared to easily offend the members of the Bronze Shield Mercenary Corps.
If there were indeed such blind individuals, committing such acts meant the possibility of light beatings to having their bones broken and thrown out of the castle.
Especially when it came to barging into the room of the Mercenary Corps leader so casually.
For the majority of people simply passing through under this contract, no one dared to do so unless they truly wished to court trouble.
After understanding this, Violet naturally grew bold and carefree in her own room.
She scribbled on her notebook, reckoning that an ample amount of text is needed for the foundation of a new religion.
Mixing what little religious information she remembered, she almost always took up a pen to write something on paper whenever she had time.
