The ânew recruitsâ among the mercenaries whispered as they watched the former bandits step forward.
âWow, those guys have some loyalty after all.â
âGuess people really can change for the better.â
âI had my doubts about them being former bandits, but today I see I was wrong.âNoÌv(el)B\\jnn
Hearing the murmurs, the bandits thought to themselves:
âIdiots, thatâs not it.â
âIf Tyron himself had shown up, we might have a chance, but against the second-in-command? No way, not even a crowd of us could handle that guy.â
âTsk tsk. Always so full of bluster, just like Claude.â
Osvald constantly bragged about being a âreal man,â but despite his size, he was all bark and no biteâalways making excuses to avoid danger.
Watching the exchange, Zark sneered, his expression dripping with disdain.
âWhatâs this? Thatâs your secret weapon? You think you can take us on with just that tiny group?â
Ghislain, Julien, Kyle, and ten former bandits stood ready. Meanwhile, Deneb had stepped aside, preparing to treat the injured.
In contrast, the Ironclad Lion Corps boasted a hundred men. The disparity in numbers made it seem impossible for Ghislainâs group to win unless their strength was overwhelming.
Still, Ghislain remained calm, responding with a casual smile.
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