Chapter 539 - Chapter 8: The White Poppy Flower_1

The morning in the City of Freedom was immersed in a bustling atmosphere, with bands of mercenaries visible everywhere. These mercenaries, laden with heavy gear, were running neatly along the city streets. As they ran, they continuously swung their blunt-edged swords, executing cleaving movements. Being a mercenary, no one would be foolish enough to slack off during morning training. There's a saying in the mercenary industry: one extra step in training means one step further from the Grim Reaper. Everyone believed in this saying, as those who didn't had already perished.