"There's no room for negotiation. We're all elves now, valuable commodities. If you go wandering off and can't deal with trouble, and they get secretly abducted as a result, wouldn't that be a tragedy?" Odin said, pointing at the workers nearby who had already begun construction.
Netero chuckled and stroked his beard. He could tell that wasn't Odin's real reason at all.
After all, with Odin's baffling detection methods, something like that simply couldn't happen.
Still, he didn't argue. The stronger Ging became, the more places he could explore outside, and the more information he could uncover.
Besides, it was only the Golden Core Realm. By Netero's own estimate, reaching the thousand years of cultivation needed for a perfect advancement would take them only a few years.
Trading a few years for a more secure path forward seemed well worth it to Netero.
Netero could see that, and naturally, Ging could too.
Although he still wanted to start exploring right away, he finally settled down.
Besides, none of them knew this continent's language yet. Learning it would also take time.
Just then, Knov, Kurapika, and Mizaistom emerged from Hide and Seek. Mizaistom was holding a notebook. "Chairman, I questioned a few of those mercenaries and compiled some information."
With the cards Odin had provided temporarily granting them the ability to communicate, the three had immediately begun their interrogations.
Now, however, their expressions were rather grim.
Odin took the notebook and opened it.
The notebook read:
There was a city to the west called Anvil City. Its walls were twenty meters high and built of stacked stone.
Around twenty thousand people lived there, mostly humans, with a minority of Orcs.
The city lord was called Bazel, a Legendary Warrior in his fifties. Under him were a Gold Mage and a cavalry