In the tavern, low conversations mingled with the crisp clinking of glasses.
Several drinkers sat around a table, discussing recent events. One of them said in a low voice, "Have you heard? The commander of the Amna Region recently came to Fortress of Will."
Another drinker frowned. "That commander of the 47th Regiment who's been taking advantage of the Empire?"
"Yes, that's him." The first drinker nodded, a trace of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
"He actually had the nerve to come to Fortress of Will?" a mercenary said disdainfully.
"What, are you going to tell the commander of the 47th Regiment where he can go? He's a noble. Even if he's taking advantage of the Empire, he hasn't done anything wrong." Another adventurer shot back with a sneer, his eyes full of contempt.
"Hmph! If I run into him, I'll teach him a lesson!" the mercenary said indignantly, clearly harboring hostility toward Ang.
A burst of laughter rang through the tavern, and the mercenary's expression turned somewhat awkward.
"You'd better focus on your training. Have you even seen the commander of the 47th Regiment? He wears precious Enchanted Armament. Don't freeze up so badly you can't even speak when you meet him." The adventurer's tone was full of disdain.
The mercenary's face alternated between red and white. He said nothing more, pursed his lips, and sat down.
The atmosphere in the tavern gradually relaxed, but then one drinker suddenly said, "I heard the lizardmen in Amnath have all been cleared out, and the commander of 47th City has invited Imperial immigrants to settle in Amnath."
"Really?" Another drinker clearly did not believe it, his brow tightly furrowed.
"Of course it's true." The first drinker nodded. "The news came from the Third Legion. The commander of the 47th Regiment came to