"Hey, Theo, don't be impulsive."
After Zhang Yang revealed his plan, Tonks was startled. He pulled him aside and whispered, "Cultists are vile. There's no doubt about that. If we run into them, nobody would back down. But the two of us going after an entire group of cultists—isn't that a little too eager to die? I suggest we go to Sallion first and recruit a band of mercenaries."
"Do you have any Denars?" Zhang Yang asked.
"No, not a single one. But we can start out as mercenaries. After a few missions, perhaps we'll be able to settle the score with those bastards." Tonks effortlessly changed the subject.
Zhang Yang nodded. After all, that was the truth. Cultists were difficult to deal with, especially since they might possess the ability to summon demons.
"Let's go."
With a sigh, they could only continue onward.
To Tonks, Sallion's royal city was majestic, magnificent, and inviolable. To Zhang Yang, however, it was nothing special. The local customs and atmosphere were fairly pleasant, though.
The economy here was reasonably developed, and the war with the Dashians seemed not to have affected the place. At least, the bustling crowds in the streets showed no sign of panic.
Zhang Yang did, however, keenly notice four or five merchant caravans lingering outside the city gates. Their wagons were already fully loaded with goods, yet they had not set out.
"This is the place—the most famous Lionheart Tavern in the royal city. Almost every mercenary comes here looking for work, and the minstrels love to stay here too, recording the adventures of many mercenaries and singing them across the Pendor Continent. When I was young, my greatest wish was to become an Exploration Hero. You know, one of the most powerful mercenaries on the entire continent, with