A Transmigrator Always Has a Few Dreams!

Louis Smythe smiled. "Qian Nan! If you're going treasure hunting, I have an idea. There are plenty of adventurers outside. They don't charge much, and they're experienced. They'd make things much safer than a team like yours."

Louis Smythe dealt in magical items, so his eye for such things was naturally sharp. He could tell that none of the five members of the Great Axe Adventurer Group possessed Supernatural Power. If danger arose, they could only serve as cannon fodder; they could not protect Charlotte. That was why he suggested recruiting more people.

Although the adventurer groups outside most likely had no Transcendents either—after all, anyone who had embarked on the path of Transcendence would not come to take White Wolf's test in hopes of gaining a Demon Hunter's power—more people would still mean greater safety.

Charlotte's eyes lit up slightly. "Thank you for the advice, Louis. After Mr. White Wolf chooses an inheritor, I'll recruit some new members."

White Wolf had no intention of resting. He ordered his men to prepare breakfast, invited Louis and Charlotte into the dining room, and had food delivered to Louis's subordinates and the Great Axe Adventurer Group as well.

After breakfast, the three chatted for a while before daylight finally broke in full.

White Wolf strode out of the giant wooden house, full of energy, and shouted, "Young people, who among you wants to receive my inheritance?"

A thunderous roar rose from outside the wooden house. Clearly, many more people had arrived. Quite a few had already left their lodgings and come to wait near the house.

A transmigrator always had a few dreams!

Charlotte had originally planned to become a stable civil servant in the government. If he had the chance, he would work hard to marry a fair, rich beauty like Miss Anne Brittany and raise his social standing. He had not been particularly ambitious.

But he had never expected Miss Menilman, whom he regarded as his patron, to become entangled in political turmoil, leaving him no choice but to flee after the new warden, Magru Teller, drove him into a corner.

If he had hesitated even slightly back then, he would certainly have been pressed step by step into doing many things he did not want to do. In the end, he would not have fared well. At best, he would have gone to prison for decades.

After all, the new warden had already planned to thoroughly investigate his alleged embezzlement of the prison's Extraordinary Weapons. Getting tangled up in a case like that would strip him to the bone even if it did not kill him.

A casual remark from Louis Smythe had violently shoved open a door for Charlotte.

This world had not yet developed the concept that people were the greatest resource.

But Charlotte knew that if he could build an adventurer force of several hundred people, what an immense power that would be.

He had even thought of several grand schemes: farming and reclaiming land, raising a banner in rebellion, or making a fortune by other means. As long as he had enough time, he could expand his power like a snowball rolling downhill.

White Wolf's selection of an inheritor was not particularly complicated. He first announced the requirement: candidates had to be under twenty. Then the young people who wished to become Demon Hunters dueled one another, and in the end, a tall, muscular man with bulging muscles emerged as the chosen candidate.

As the other unsuccessful adventurers prepared to leave, Charlotte stepped out of the giant wooden house and called loudly, "I am Qian Nan, leader of the Great Axe Adventurer Group! I need a group of people. The weekly pay is one Flor. Is anyone willing to join?"

One Flor a week was not an exceptionally high wage, but it was certainly not low either. It was highly tempting to the adventurers, especially since they had made a wasted trip to York Town and needed to make up for some lost income.

The incomes of low-level adventurers were unstable and, overall, far below those of government civil servants. They would hardly give up any opportunity to make money.

Someone immediately asked, "What kind of people do you need?"

Charlotte smiled. "This time, I need to transport some things. The more people, the better. Anyone who considers himself strong and able-bodied may join."

"But let me make this clear first. I will temporarily withhold your first week's pay and issue it in the second week. Before payday, anyone who leaves will receive no compensation. On payday, you may freely choose whether to continue traveling with me or leave the group."

Withholding part of the wages was customary in every industry across the Old Continent. In this day and age, any employer who paid in advance had to bear the risk that the employee might vanish the very next minute.

The members of the Great Axe Adventurer Group who had come out with him could not help looking at Charlotte. Mason badly wanted to know how Charlotte had somehow become their leader. But when he heard about the weekly wage of one Flor, Mason hesitated and chose to remain silent. He even shot meaningful looks at the other four members; he wanted to earn that money too.

Neither Hannah nor Hermontha objected. In fact, they were even more willing to have the handsome, wealthy Charlotte, who seemed to possess Supernatural Power, become the group's leader.

When they had come yesterday, there had been only forty or fifty people in front of the giant wooden house. Now there were over a hundred and fifty, all from small adventurer groups. These adventurers discussed it with their companions for a while, and soon more than ten adventurer groups said they were willing to accept Charlotte's employment.

In order to recruit more hands, Charlotte added another "weight" to the offer. Smiling, he said, "I will probably employ you for more than a month, perhaps even two!"

As soon as he said this, another seven groups immediately agreed to join. The number of adventurers accepting Charlotte's employment had swelled to nearly a hundred. It was difficult for adventurers to secure two months of stable income, so this kind of long-term employment was extremely attractive.

Charlotte looked at the adventurers who had accepted his employment and called loudly, "I come from the south. My ancestors had orc blood."

Many adventurers burst out laughing. Having orc blood in the Old Continent was hardly something honorable, especially since the Orc Kingdom had long since vanished and its people had been scattered and displaced, treated as inferior wherever they went.

But the adventurers did not care much about that. They were simply working for money; no one took their employer's bloodline seriously.

As long as they were paid, most adventurers would even work for the Black Phoenix Dynasty, the Empire of Fars's mortal enemy.

Charlotte continued, "I have just inherited an uncle's estate, and among his belongings I found a treasure map of the Orc Kingdom. This time, I am going to uncover those ancient treasures. I swear before the Goddess that if we find the treasure, I will take out five percent and divide it among those who find it with me."

This time, even the remaining adventurers were moved. Greed and fire flared in many eyes, and quite a few even thought, If we really find the treasure, wouldn't killing this young man let us take even more?

White Wolf glanced at Louis and said softly, "Your friend is quite skilled at lying."

Louis shrugged and said nothing.

When Charlotte had first met them, he had said the treasure map came from a secondhand shop. Now it had become an uncle's relic. Even if Louis wanted to cover for Charlotte, he had no idea how to explain it. More importantly, he was one hundred percent certain that Charlotte had no orc blood from the Southern Continent. A young lady from the Brittany family would never possibly be friends with an orc—not even someone with the slightest trace of orc blood.