The Silver Hand Mercenary Corps had risen to prominence in the Yangtze River Delta region recently.
With over a thousand members and their own base, despite being only classified as a "small sanctuary," the strength of the Silver Hand's members, and their commander known as the Thunderbolt Sword Saint, made many wary.
Some major forces had their eyes on this emerging power.
"Commander Du, the people from the Octagonal Alliance have come again. They promise that as long as we join the Alliance, they will immediately provide us with thirty rune weapons."
At the Corps headquarters, in the meeting hall.
Listening to the visitor's words, B-grade follower and Silver Hand Deputy Commander, DuPont, did not turn around. "Do you think we should join the Octagonal Alliance?"
A young member, clad in beast skin and with a somewhat rough longsword made from Celestine hanging at his waist, shook his head.
