Old Jack, Three Legs, Gold-Toothed Rat, Little John, Old Drunkard, and Sister-in-Law Mendes—the six most outstanding rangers of Rattlesnake Mercenary Camp.
All of them had cultivated battle qi. Though it was only basic battle qi, they were seasoned hands at moving through forests. They might not be able to defeat low-level Magic Beasts, but they could roam freely through the woods by relying on all sorts of disguises. They mainly earned their rewards by gathering news and exchanging intelligence.
"My lord, they have information on nearly the entire camp in their hands. Many rangers are their underlings," said the camp manager.
"Send everyone else away. Don't let them get in the way."
"Of course. I'll have the mercenaries leave at once."
After driving away the onlookers, Liszt did not waste words and directly stated his purpose. "I need you to provide me with intelligence. As long as I recognize its importance, Gold Coins will not be a problem. But if you give me false information, my Big Bear and Second Bear will slap you to death."
Three Legs had a shifty, rat-faced look. Hearing this, he smiled. "My lord, might we have the honor of knowing your name?"
"Me?" Liszt felt that, when dealing with these old hands among the rangers, he needed a flashy identity to make intimidating them easier. "Mario Red-White Rose."
"Ah!"
Not only the rangers, but even the camp manager, all became solemn and respectful. "So it is Lord Mario of the Red-White Rose Family!"
"Lord Mario, please ask whatever you wish. Old Jack will surely tell you everything he knows!"
"Please accept Three Legs's respect for the Red-White Rose Family. I am willing to offer every scrap of intelligence I know."
"Mendes is likewise willing to offer all her intelligence."
The six rangers scrambled to