Tyron paused, his memory tracing back.

"Ah, right... Julien Mercenary Corps."

He had heard about them a few times before. At the time, he thought they were reasonably skilled. But that was all. The thought had long faded from his mind, as there was no reason to pay attention to such a small, newly formed mercenary group.

And yet, they had now united all the mercenaries in Nodehill! When had they managed to pull off such a bold move?

For a small mercenary group, their growth rate was astonishingly fast. However, rapid growth and following his commands were entirely different matters.

“Didn’t you propose my terms to them?” Tyron asked.

“Yes, since they’ve now unified, I thought it would be easier to manage and passed it along. But... they refused.”

“Refused? They refused my proposal? Do they not know who I am?”

“No, they know you well. But...”@@novelbin@@

“But what?”

“They said not to force them. That mercenaries work for money and will go anywhere as long as the pay is right.”

“These bastards...”

Tyron’s eyes burned with fury. He was a predator. Any mercenary who dared to defy him was thoroughly crushed. That was why all the mercenaries in the region feared and followed him.

With a voice that threatened to boil over, he commanded,

“Contact them immediately. Tell them to meet me right away if they don’t want to die.”

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