429 The Golden Sons Are All Lurkers (2/2)

Roland's eyes glittered during his seventh lap above the Northern Dawn Woods. He stopped and slowly descended after casting Slow Landing on himself.

Since his speed was greatly lowered, this spell could be totally used as a floating spell.

Roland perceived the terrain below for a while and then flew back into Pine Wind City.

At the same time, Betta left a message in the system. ”Brother Roland, we've got six quests related to the Silver Mercenaries. Are you coming over?”

Roland: ”No, you can take care of them yourselves. I've found the entrance. I'll do some shopping and make preparations for our exploration.”

Betta: ”Okay, then we'll begin our operation.”

…

Sitting in the mercenaries' base, Spara was somewhat ill at ease.

The Golden Son Mage hovered in his mind again and again. He didn't know what the guy was up to.

But he didn't think that he had done anything wrong.

After all, he had strictly forbidden his men from inciting conflict with the Golden Sons. All the mercenaries knew that many Golden Sons were branded with black leaves on their faces for ruining Winterwind. Those people were hunted by the Church of Light, the Church of Life, and even by other Golden Sons.

During the few months since then, the Golden Sons were clearly much more obedient.

They were not as unrestrained as before, and they would not threaten to kill anyone easily now.

The mercenaries were most sensitive about that. They could tell that the Golden Sons were really laying low.

The truth was that Spara wanted to cooperate with the Golden Sons if possible, as those people were really good at making money.

He had seen at least four mercenary groups who made a fortune after establishing connections to certain Golden Sons and completing their special missions.

The Dragon Claw Mercenaries in particular, who were his main rival, had cooperated with a group of Golden Sons named ”Phoenix” on an escort mission. Though they lost some men, they got a reward and compensation of twenty gold coins.

Spara was quite jealous.

Why couldn't they do that if other mercenary groups could?

But of course, the Golden Sons were very capable. They would never ask for help if they were confident of taking care of something on their own.

So, he had to make use of his advantages and force them to cooperate with him.

The five Golden Sons came to his Northern Dawn Woods, which meant that this place had something they wanted.

Spara was quite angry that he couldn't see or touch the treasure when he knew that it was out there somewhere.

He had to play some tricks and coerce the Golden Sons into working with him.

The Golden Son in the sky left after hovering a while.

Spara was supposed to be relaxed, but for reasons he didn't know, he was more and more uneasy, as if he had neglected something.

Time went by gradually, and Spara kept thinking in his chair. He hadn't figured out what he neglected by the time it was evening.

When he was about to return to the city and enjoy some wine, one of his subordinates barged in anxiously.

”Deputy captain, not good!” The man wiped his sweat and said quickly, ”The Golden Sons attacked us in the slums! Some of our brothers were killed, many were heavily wounded!”

Spara stood up abruptly and snapped, ”How is it possible? The Golden Sons dare not attack us randomly right now! Are they not scared of getting black leaves?”

”I don't know.” The man almost cried in fear under Spara's fury.

”No, I have to take a look.” Spara stood up. ”You ring the bell and ask everybody to gather. We'll all go there and find out why the Golden Sons attacked our brothers.”

In a slum, Betta glanced at the quest menu and said with a smile, ”Well, the quest 'Avenge the Blind Girl' is complete. Next, it's 'Granny Asana's Fury,' which requires us to kill at least two lackeys of the Silver Mercenaries and break the legs of ten.”

Holding his giant sword on his shoulder, Li Lin grinned hideously. ”Roland is indeed smart and vicious. He was right that we could trigger quests in this place. I love slashing those son of bi*ches.”

Around them, many heavily wounded members of the Silver Mercenaries were moaning in pain. Most of the poor people had been scared off and were hiding far away.

At this moment, a skinny boy came to them from the wall timidly. His clothes were dirty and patched, and his hair was as messy as a rat's nest.

He was trembling hard, but he summoned his courage and walked to Betta before he opened his hand.

Inside his dirty hand were three coppers. ”You're not scared of the Silver Mercenaries, right… Could you help me find my mom, please? She was taken away by them. It's been three days since I saw her. Please…”

Would you like to accept the elite quest ”Punish the Silver Mercenaries For Compelling a Female to Engage in Prostitution”?

They all looked at each other with a smile.

Betta took one of the coppers and said, ”Buddy, we'll accept your request.”