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Under Huo Ling's relentless flattery, Bael's smile grew increasingly obvious.

Bael knew Huo Ling was flattering him, and Huo Ling knew Bael knew he was flattering him.

But what did that matter? A thousand things could be pierced, but flattery could not.

No one who heard flattering words and received praise would have their mood soured because of it.

As they chatted, Bael suddenly changed the subject. He looked at Huo Ling and asked, "What do you think of mercenaries?"

Huo Ling was slightly taken aback. What did he think?

Of course, he watched them standing up!

But he naturally could not say that. Thoughts raced through Huo Ling's mind.

He recalled that many of the soldiers in the camps they had passed through were mercenaries who were not devils, and an idea began to form in his heart.

After pausing to organize his thoughts, he said, "General, I believe mercenaries offer considerable benefits. They can help us achieve greater results in the Blood War!"

"Of course, it is not merely about results. With mercenaries joining us, our soldiers' casualties can also be greatly reduced!"

Sure enough, Huo Ling saw that Bael's expression and gaze had become even more approving after hearing him speak.

Bael looked at Huo Ling and asked expectantly, "Are there any other benefits?"

Huo Ling choked for a moment, then wracked his brains and slowly said, "Of course, there are other benefits!"

He had no choice but to speak slowly. After all, he had never considered this matter before. Slowing his speech gave his brain more time to think.

Huo Ling continued, "Whether mercenaries live or die in battle, they benefit Purgatory's Blood War!"

Bael asked, "What benefits? Turning them into undead?"

Hearing this, Huo Ling gave a dry laugh, his heart tightening. This Bael was