Chapter 38: Future Profits Tenfold, Hundredfold
A burly old man stood in front of the map.
He wore well-tailored casual attire, and the hair at his temples had already turned gray.
Most striking was the cluster of beard on his chin, stiff as steel needles. As he pressed his lips together, it tilted slightly upward, exuding an imposing aura even without anger.
This was the helmsman of the Graystone Town Adventurers’ Guild—Guild Master Necros.
At this moment, there were two other people in the room.
Standing on the left was a middle-aged man with a sorrowful expression—that was Vice Guild Master Homan, also Nia’s uncle.
On the right stood a plump middle-aged woman—that was Martha, the guild’s chief logistics manager.
Today was the first day of the large-scale joint extermination mission.
The three had gathered here for urgent intelligence corrections and battle loss assessments.