After seeing such generous rewards, no one dared object to the suggestion of the paladin.
"Thank you for entrusting this mission to us, my lord. I promise we won't let you down," the paladin declared, striking his closed fist against the breastplate of his armor.
"Good, I'll be waiting." Ethan's lips curved into a satisfied smile.
He and Ophelia had already discussed the players several times.
He knew that, sooner or later, he would have to find a way to integrate them into society. And, honestly, they were an absurdly cheap source of labor.
To hire a mercenary group of twenty third-stage specialists capable of hunting a beast of the same level, he would normally have to shell out at least a thousand gold coins for a truly competent and reliable group.
The amount he'd offered the players was only a fraction of that, so it was natural that he was excited.
Lower-level players would likely be even cheaper.
