The black-haired girls' vigorously waving arms froze, then slowly lowered.
They turned back, their expressions toward the Undead commander turning exceptionally grim.
"If you don't have anything else to do, shall we head straight for Snowfall Island?
The sooner we finish, the sooner we're done! The longer we drag this out, the more people will want to compete with you for the goods, won't there be?
Or do you want to fight Amn, the power backing that vampire Duchess?
Well... uh...
A national war isn't really a big deal to us.
It's just that the price would have to be recalculated!
Especially since there has to be a price list for how far we're expected to go—whether it's a counterattack or the destruction of a nation.
We can guarantee, with the planning ability Shar has acknowledged in us, and the trash-talking ability Lathander has acknowledged in us:
We absolutely won't let responsibility for starting the war be dumped on either you or us!
But if a war breaks out because we're helping you, we won't fight under Aglaia's name!
You noble-born ladies surely understand what mercenaries are, right?
We're only assistants... If Amn insists on finding someone to condemn, it should be Quesenta!
Whoever started it should take responsibility. Or are you planning to give the treasure to us Terrasil Elves?
If not... then... could you please give me a definite answer?
If it's only Snowfall Island, we'll set out immediately and make a quick trip of it.
But if it's Amn..."
He snapped his fingers over his shoulder. An Undead standing behind him swiftly handed over an exquisitely made parchment. "These are our mercenary rates for national wars. Please make up the difference!"
At first, Xue Yunfeng hadn't thought these girls wanted to travel in such a slow and