บท 440: It's A Small World

On the street of the Thirty-first City, there were many warriors riding tall savage beasts. They wore thick armor, with huge swords hanging at their waists and bags on their backs. Some of them had blood stain on their armors. It seemed that they had just returned from their missions.

This was the gathering place for the most powerful mercenaries in the Eastern Region. Every large-scale Mercenary Group had its stronghold in the city to receive and pass on tasks.

The Silver Sky Mercenary Group wasn't the top-ranking mercenary group in the Eastern Region. Its history only spanned several decades, incomparable to the top groups that had been operating for thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years.

From the Commander to the ordinary mercenary, the vast majority of them were young. The eldest one was no more than 60.