The Consequences of Pinching a Goddess's Cheeks

"Ah, hiss... that's the spot. Harder." Tyrannosaur lay bare-chested on the bed, his bulging veins standing out as his hands tore through the sheets.

Behind him sat a Grandmaster Warrior, scraping his back hard with a long blade. Blood ran everywhere. Tyrannosaur's masochistic streak was on full display.

This was the first thing William saw when he entered the barracks. He sprayed water from his mouth and nearly forgot why he had come.

Fortunately, he recovered quickly and summoned the Epic experts still in Dawn City.

Ten minutes later.

The Prince surveyed his people in the meeting room: Tyrannosaur, who had been getting scraped with a War Saber; Qiangren Suonan; Meng Lu; Diablo of Metal Frenzy; and the rest of the twelve. He got straight to the point. "Everyone else is leading the counterattack against the Magic Sanctum, but Dawn City is fundamentally different from other Neutral Factions.

"Mercenary contracts are the key to our growth.

"Your task now is to establish Dawn Mercenaries outposts in Ceasefire, Sunset, Frost, the lands of the Winged Folk, and even the King Cities of more distant Human Kingdoms. Recruit new people, expand our territory, and build ties with more powerful figures.

"And whenever you can complete them, take on as many contracts as possible."

Their eyes lit up. This was a huge step. Dawn City would rise straight into the ranks of the continent's Top Factions, with influence reaching far and wide.

After all, most of the jobs Dawn City had received so far had come from Human Kingdoms.

Even in the Human Empire, where plenty of jobs were available, most were unofficial. They had hardly any connections with the empire itself.

Diablo immediately asked, "Your Highness, have we formed official partnerships with the Human Empire and the Winged Folk?"

"That's right. Besides