Lord: I can see loyalty.

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The Blackwood region, where the North and South meet.

Several plumes of black smoke rose from the forest; that was the camp of the Gray Hyena Mercenary Group.

In the camp, the mercenaries were gathered around the campfire, enjoying various delicacies: roasted mutton, a specialty of the Black Forest, and fruit skewers, the same kind served to nobles in the royal capital...

Although these names were chosen by the mercenaries themselves, and the actual taste was barely palatable, they were all very happy, as if they were enjoying a delicacy.

Without a doubt, they were all very glad to have joined the ranks of Count Vio of the South.

If it weren't for Earl Vio of the South, they might still be toiling away in the impoverished North, doing jobs that wouldn't lead to heaven for a pittance.

Now, the money they've saved up is even enough for them to run a small business in the southern city of Portol.

Despite saying that, no one left the Grey Hyena Mercenary Group.

After all, no business can earn as much as being a mercenary!

The Earl not only provides them with a fixed monthly salary, but also hasn't cut off their original mercenary business, provided that it doesn't harm the civilians in the Southern and Western territories.

Today is the second day of their monthly rest period, which lasts for three days.

"Commander! This way!" A sharp-eyed young mercenary in light armor spotted Commander William walking towards the camp.

"Captain! We specially saved a leg of lamb for you!" The other mercenaries also noticed the figure in the distance and chimed in.

However, a few sharp-eyed individuals noticed that behind their Commander William, there were several figures dressed in knight armor.

That seems to be... the knightly order under the Southern Earl?

Another young man in light armor walked alongside Commander William, and as they got a little closer, some people recognized him.

"Isn't that Lord Xavier, the commander of the militia in the South?"

"What brings Lord Xavier here? Is it something to do in the North...?"

The gray hyena mercenaries were all talking amongst themselves, but they all wisely stopped laughing and joking, quickly tidying up their equipment and weapons that had been left aside, and stood up to form a battle formation.

They also completed their formation just as Commander William and Lord Xavier arrived, and one of them, a one-eyed man, stepped forward.

"Commander William."

"I am Zane, greetings to Lord Xavier." He first acknowledged Commander William, then nodded to Xavier in greeting, and continued, "May I ask... what has happened?"

Upon arriving before the two adults, Zain could clearly see that their expressions were extremely unpleasant!

Therefore, he had already vaguely guessed what was going on.

"Let your leader tell you," Xavier said in a low voice, his gaze sweeping back and forth among the gray hyenas.

It looked like they were searching for something.

Commander William stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the neatly arranged mercenaries.

His face lacked its usual smile, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity. The firelight flickered in his eyes, reflecting his furrowed brows and tightly pursed lips.

"Zane," he said, his voice low.

"Here." Zain stepped forward.

"Call out the old brothers—those who have been with me since the beginning."

Zain's brow twitched slightly, but he didn't ask any further questions.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping quickly across the crowd, calling out names one by one: "Hawk, Mullen, Cedric..."

"Wait, Cedric?" a young mercenary couldn't help but laugh. "Isn't that the King of the North's name?"

But no one laughed except him; everyone sensed the unusual atmosphere.

The few veteran mercenaries whose names were called stepped out of the line and stood behind William.

Some of them had gray hair, some had hideous scars on their faces, some were taciturn, and some had sharp eyes, but without exception, they were all old men who had followed William for many years.

After reading the last name, Zane stepped back to William's side and whispered, "Thirteen, all of them."

William nodded, then raised his hand and swung it sharply.

"Surround them."

The thirteen old mercenaries behind him acted simultaneously, along with the few Azure Knights that Xavier had brought, quickly spreading out to surround the remaining people.

Their movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. The surrounded mercenaries looked at each other, their faces filled with confusion and unease.

"Commander, this is...?"

"What happened? What did we do wrong?"

"Commander William, please say something!"

William did not answer immediately.

His gaze moved slowly through the crowd, as if searching for something, or perhaps confirming something.

After a long silence, he spoke, his voice hoarse but clear: "There's a traitor infiltrated into our unit."

The crowd erupted in chaos.

"A spy?!"

"Who?"

"Commander, you must be mistaken. We've been following you for years..."

"I said, spies." William interrupted him, raising his voice a few decibels. "Don't take it personally. I'm not talking about you, but outsiders who have infiltrated."

"Last night, Lord Xavier and I captured quite a few, and they confessed that there are still a few in the regiment."

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then became even noisier.

Some were angry, some were afraid, and some looked around blankly, trying to read the clues from the faces of those around them. Zain stood beside William, his gray eyes coldly scanning the crowd.

His gaze lingered on those wearing hoods, helmets, or with half their faces covered by cloths, and he had already made up his mind.

Mercenary groups are a mixed bag, that's a fact.

Many people usually wear cloaks and helmets, making it impossible to see their faces. In addition, with these three days of rest, everyone relaxed their vigilance, eating, drinking and having fun, and no one noticed that unfamiliar faces had sneaked in.

"So, we need to conduct a search," William's voice rang out again. "Everyone, remove your helmets, hoods, and face shields, put down your weapons, and raise your hands above your heads so we can see your faces."

Most people did as instructed, but some hesitated.

"What are you all standing there for? Didn't you hear what the commander said?" Zane shouted sternly.

Those who had hesitated finally moved, taking off their helmets and pulling down their hoods.

Faces appeared in the firelight, some young, some old, some nervous, some calm.

Several veteran mercenaries in charge of recruitment stepped out from the crowd and began walking back and forth in the queue, trying to identify familiar faces.

"This understanding comes from old Martó."

"I recognize this one too; he was hired last year."

"this……"

The investigation was conducted in a tense atmosphere.

The mercenaries who had been recognized breathed a sigh of relief and stood aside.

Those who hadn't been recognized yet looked increasingly grim. Zain noticed that three or four people were constantly moving towards the edge, their movements very light and slow, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Their faces showed no tension, only an expression of extreme suppression, as if they were about to break down.

Zane's hand slowly rested on the hilt of his sword.

"Hey you, stop right there." He spoke, his voice not loud, but it made the men freeze at the same time.

"Mr. Zane, we..."

"I said, stop right there." Zane's voice was as cold as ice. "If you move again, I can't guarantee you'll still be standing."

The group exchanged glances, and then they moved.

But it's not stopping, it's running away!

They shoved aside the people behind them and ran wildly toward the forest!

The speed was so fast that even the few Azure-Topped Knights standing on the periphery didn't have time to react.

The two riders traveling in the same direction were knocked back, their faces filled with disbelief.

They were elite knights who had mastered the advanced level of the Serpent Eagle Sword Technique, yet they were knocked away by a few "fake mercenaries"!

Not to mention that the advanced level of Serpent Eagle Swordsmanship inherently enhances strength, the steady footwork of mastering Knight Swordsmanship alone is not something that a few ordinary people can easily defeat.

The power of these "fake mercenaries" is absolutely extraordinary!

"Chase!"

William and Xavier roared at the same time.

But before they could finish speaking, Zain, who had already noticed something was wrong, rushed out!

The next chapter is even more exciting: Chapter 217 The Gray Hyena Mercenary Group, we look forward to your visit.