âYes, I understand!â
Osvald could do nothing but nod furiously, repeating his agreement over and over. Humiliated beyond belief, he knew his career as a mercenary in the region was over. The fact that he was still alive despite having started this whole mess was a blessing in itself.
Ghislainâs low, calm voice continued.
âEveryone here will now join Julienâs Mercenary Corps. If you donât want to join, thatâs fine, but forget about being a mercenary in this area ever again.â
âY-yes, I understand.â
âFor those of you who donât want to join and donât plan on leaving, you can always try being bandits.â
â......â
No one dared to take that option. With someone like Ghislainânicknamed the âBandit Crusherââin the region, choosing to become a bandit would be a death sentence. It was better to leave, but for people who had spent their entire lives as mercenaries, starting anew elsewhere was a daunting task.
Left with no other options, most of the mercenaries reluctantly joined Julienâs Mercenary Corps.
Ghislain addressed the newly inducted members with a confident smile.
âWelcome, friends! While our beginnings might have been a bit rocky, weâre now one big âfamily.âân/oÌ/vel/b//jn dot c//om
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