Elsewhere, members of the Wandering Merchants followed the trail markers left by the Black Merchant and arrived at the area ravaged by the Mutated Carrion Squirrels.
The burly man in a gray mask showed not the slightest fear at the sight of Mutated Carrion Squirrels packed into the corridor like mountains and seas. To him, such scenes had long become... commonplace.
As the Wandering Merchants' most secretive Gray Merchant, the thing he and his subordinates did most every day was purge Demonic Beasts in underground labyrinths.
And the place with the most Demonic Beasts was the sewers. The Gray Merchant had led his men into the sewers many times, where they had faced encirclements far denser and more terrifying than this.
So, faced with this swarm of Mutated Carrion Squirrels, not only was the Gray Merchant unafraid, but every person in gray uniforms appeared utterly relaxed.
Those at the rear in black-and-white uniforms, on the other hand, mostly looked timid and shrinking.
The Gray Merchant glanced at that pack of cowards and shook his head with a cold sneer. With the caliber of this lot, they were only good for bullying those adventure groups on the surface. When something truly happened, they would run faster than anyone.
Still, the Gray Merchant was only responsible for his own subordinates. How the Black Merchant's and White Merchant's men performed was none of his concern. After shooting them a sidelong glance, he looked away.
Looking at his own men, the Gray Merchant said blandly, "Who will do it this time?"
Six people among the gray-uniformed crowd raised their hands.
The Gray Merchant pointed at three of them in succession. "You three, put your hands down. This isn't an extermination operation. We don't have time to advance slowly."
Then, the Gray Merchant looked at