Chapitre 939: Sorry. Don't Mind Me.

"You decide, Jake." Hade relented.

To him, vacillating in uncertainty was worse than making a wrong decision. Asfrid and Lucia seemed to share this belief, for they fell silent at once, turning to Jake as if awaiting his verdict.

Will's lips twitched with dissatisfaction, but ultimately he wasn't the leader of the Myrtharian Nerds. Jake offered a wry smile upon seeing his sullen expression. The merchant had strained to persuade them to choose either Faction Citizens or Faction Territorial Aura, to no avail.

None of them were fools, and they had no trouble discerning his intentions. By offering asylum to as many Civilians as possible, then providing them with work and decent pay, they could be exploited for a steady and continuous flow of profit through low-cost labor.