These gold coins were the commission Lin Qi had paid Aton.
Hiring tens of thousands of mercenaries at once required an enormous amount of work. Every employee of the entire Mercenary Guild had to be mobilized to tally the mercenaries' numbers and personal information, even register their places of origin and past employment records, selecting the outstanding and qualified ones while weeding out the scum with bad records.
It was an exceedingly complicated task, so although the million gold coins Lin Qi paid as commission were a little expensive, they were indeed worth every penny. This was not a one-off deal, after all. Lin Qi would have many matters in the future that required the Mercenary Guild's help, such as sending these mercenaries' families to Dragon Mountain Territory. All of that would require the guild's efforts.
So this money belonged to Chairman Aton; it belonged to the Mercenary Guild!
Trying to take advantage of the guild inside the Mercenary Guild's own hall? Fine, Chairman Aton was broad-minded and generous, so he would not fuss over the loss of two or three gold coins—if anyone said that, then there really was a ghost in the works! In these times, two or three gold coins were enough to buy a human life!
Chairman Aton's eyes had turned red. He savagely swung his longsword and snarled, "Whoever dares touch even a single copper coin of the guild will be hunted across the entire continent by the Mercenary Guild! Damn it, great God of Mercenaries, someone dares lay hands on your gold coins on your own turf!"
The mercenary corps commanders glared at Gram even more fiercely. This miserly, mean-spirited fat man, reeking from head to toe of vicious malice—over the past few years, they had engraved that loathsome fat face deeply into their