Although Bradman's tone clearly branded these nobles as trash, not one of them dared talk back. These young noblemen did not even dare show the slightest displeasure. Though they were noble-born and usually strutted through the streets like tyrants, in some matters, they knew when to bend and when to yield.
Li wanted to yawn, but seeing how straight-backed and solemn everyone else was, he felt too embarrassed to do so.
Bradman glanced at them again, fairly satisfied. These people at least knew how to behave, which put him at ease. Still unhurried, he replied, "According to the intelligence, those bandits are a unit from the Blizzard Mercenary Corps of the Atlantis Empire, neighboring our principality. They number around six hundred and have fairly decent combat strength. At the very least, their composition is extremely complete. Whether logistics or mages, they have quite a substantial force. They are not simply an ordinary troop unit."
Hearing this, Li raised an eyebrow. This so-called Blizzard Mercenary Corps was no ordinary mercenary group, but a semi-militarized one.
This mercenary corps had nearly ten thousand members, with strict ranks and an A-grade rating. But why would such a mercenary corps occupy a tiny castle?
Li then shook his head. This was merely a pretext Zeref had arranged for him, meant only to conceal his coming activities. There was no point thinking about anything else.
At that moment, Invel spoke up. Slowly tapping his palm, he asked, "No matter whether they are bandits or so-called mercenaries, even if they were regular troops, if Lord Bradman went there personally, you would not need to bring many people. If you went alone and merely stood there, wouldn't they scatter like birds and beasts immediately?"
Bradman merely smiled faintly. "I already said this is only a very small,