The dense, broadleaf forest at the foot of the mountain range.
“Let’s get going.”
“Yes, sir.”
I ascended the mountain, leading Jebeon and his mercenaries.
Maybe because it’s the foothills? There were a few people on the mountain, but even though it’s a mountain range, the lower slopes didn’t seem too dangerous.
“By the way, what was your mercenary group’s name again?”
Since it would take time to reach the mid-region of the mountain anyway, I asked Jebeon, figuring we might as well chat.
Come to think of it, I’ve only been calling him Jebeon; I didn’t know his mercenary group’s name.
“Us, sir? It’s… the Black Wolf Mercenary Group.”
“Ah, you guys are Black Wolf?”...
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