Bounty Mercenary Group
Chapter 43 - 43 43 Mercenary Guild

43: Chapter 43: Mercenary Guild 43: Chapter 43: Mercenary Guild His vigorous stabs were not driven by any righteous purpose, but pure vengeance.

He did not respect any form of accord, only viciously attacking.

Again and again, attack after attack, the frenzy reddened his eyes with blood vessels.

The fallen servant on the ground, whose struggles and cries gradually weakened, stripping him of his breath completely, laid lifeless.

Blood flowed from his mouth alongside his internal organs onto the scattering of Gold Coins underneath him.

The presence of human blood melded with the glint of gold, evoking a captivating color.

No one dared to resist the Mayor’s brutal assault.

Everyone watched this chilling scene from safe distance.

He had not strained himself in such a way for a long time.

Although the revenge offered a slight gratification, the moment he stopped, sweat started to pore out.

Dressed in armor passed down from his ancestors and still reeking of iron oil, he held a keen longsword, attacking an utterly defenseless person.

But what did it matter as long as he was satisfied?

Thinking so, he cast his gaze towards the cowering servants.

“Are you all dead?!

Can’t you clean up this mess?

Or should I do it myself?!”

His roar terrified the remaining servants who cautiously surged forward, removed the corpse, and placed blood-stained Gold Coins back into the box.

Once everything was tidied, they straightened their backs, silent before the Mayor.

With a cold snort, he ignored the bloody stains on his sword and let a servant carry the coin-filled chest hastily towards the Mercenary Guild hall.

To the mercenaries, this was simply an unbelievable spectacle.

They never imagined a day when the town Mayor, clad in bulky and inappropriate armor, would storm into the Mercenary Guild hall with murderous intent.

Meanwhile, several individuals lounged lazily on chairs inside waiting for…

something.

The Mayor signaled for the servant to place the chest on the table.

He opened it, and the brilliant gold glow instantly swept away the gloom inside the Guild.

Many pairs of greedy eyes ogled at the coins inside the chest as if they were gazing at the most enticing physique.

These bastards would do anything for money.

If you subjugate most dutiful mercenaries, the greater part of them operates by a principle; the amount of money equates to the volume of life-risking labor.

Yet, these degenerates defied that logic.

These scumbags possessed power, but preferred to stoop to grimy tasks than suffer honest hardships.

Thus, they often engaged in blood-stained activities.

Despite humans being far superior to magical beasts, the scenario changes when the predator becomes the prey.

These money-hungry fiends boasted that hunting humans was far simpler than hunting beasts!

They gave no importance to the bloody past of the coins.

After all, once the money was in their hands, it mattered little whether it was dirty or clean, as long as it could be spent!

The mayor coldly watched them.

He opened the box to draw them to his side, waiting until he had gathered a satisfying number of such men.

He grabbed a handful of the blood-stained gold, letting it fall from his hand, creating a delightful clinking sound.

“Whoever wants this money, bring your weapons and storm Black Crow Castle with me!”

“Behead Violet, that filthy woman, and I’ll give you a hundred Gold Coins!

Chop off any noble-looking man’s head, and I’ll give you a thousand Gold Coins!”

The mercenaries exchanged glances, a mysterious smile spread on their faces.

“A head of a noble-looking man is worth a thousand Gold Coins!”

They knew what was needed of them.

At this moment, an elderly butler with silver hair and straight back emerged from the Guild’s backstage.

He was responsible for managing the tasks at the Mercenary Guild.

Any posted job allowed them to deduct their commission.

There were no exceptions, not even for the mighty Mayor standing before him, he still had to conduct his business.

The elderly butler approached the Mayor, with a slight bow he glanced at the chest brimming with Gold Coins on the table, saying, “Mr.

Mayor, allow me to hold on to these Gold Coins for now.”

As he spoke, he laid his gloved hand atop the chest.

This scene was unbearable for the Mayor.

Losing all these coins to the Mercenary Guild was exactly like throwing money into a bottomless pit.

Even the strongest mercenaries had only ever given money into the Mercenary Guild, never withdrawn any.

But he had made up his mind and was determined to pay any price to see Violet’s head severed.

Even imagining crushing her under his foot brought him satisfaction.

He raised his bloodstained sword and roared.

The greedy mercenaries responded in kind, lifting their weapons.

They held no morals, goodwill, or justice in their hearts.

As long as they could turn the chest full of Gold Coins into a pocket full of Gold Coins, that was enough for them.

They stormed out of the Mercenary Guild hall led by the Mayor.

Nobody noticed the sneer on the elderly butler’s face as they left.

He pulled a delicate lock from his pocket and secured the chest.

He then instructed the maid, who was tallying accounts behind the counter, to carry the chest directly into the vault and lock it up.

All along, he sincerely believed these ragtag warriors were incapable of any significant feat.

Hands clasped behind his back, he watched the departing figures, a rare cold smirk rising on his face.