Velin turned to Cassius and asked, "How are things with the army?"
"All fifty High-Bronze Tier Warriors have broken through. Star Prayer Camp has now gained twenty-five Swordsmen, fifteen Bowmen, eight Spearmen, and two Shield Bearers, greatly encouraging the soldiers below. Their enthusiasm for training is running high," Cassius respectfully reported to Velin.
"Keep a close grip on those below, leaving no detail unattended. Pay more attention to warriors who have rendered merit and show strong potential. At the same time, do not neglect their ideological development."
"Yes." Cassius nodded in reply.
After dismissing the two of them, Velin began to rest. He had been busy for three months straight; it was time to take a proper break.
Tomorrow, he still had to visit the commercial camp to find the adventurers he had taken in three months ago. He needed to carefully plan this move.
Early the next morning, after enjoying the Ferocious Tiger foreleg meat Kyle had cooked, he brought several guards with him to the commercial camp.
"This dance hall is still around. It seems the higher-ups have reached some kind of agreement with them."
Velin stopped before the dance hall run by the Shia Beastmen. Guests still came and went in an endless stream. He shook his head and dismissed his doubts.
Since the higher-ups had reached an agreement with them, there was no need for him to meddle.
He patted his Red Phosphorus Horse and continued onward.
After searching around, Velin found a mark Milada had left in front of an inn.
Following the mark, Velin arrived at a courtyard.
Calling it a courtyard was generous. It was more like several wooden boards thrown together to enclose a patch of land, with a few wooden houses built inside and rented out to adventurers.
As for who