Chapter 27: This Is the Best Option (1)
âUgh, why are we gathering this early in the morning?â
âI heard our employer is a complete rookie. Isnât he that spoiled young lord from the Ferdium estate?â
It was still early before dawn broke, yet the mercenaries were already gathered in large numbers.
These were the men Ghislain had recruited through the Zimbar Mercenary Guild.
They gathered in the vast open space behind the Mercenary Guild building, whispering to one another about their employer.
âA rookie, huh? Guess we can just take it easy on this one.â
âYeah, seems like some clueless brat who wants to make a name for himself. Letâs show him how scary the world really is.â
âHow about we just pretend to fight and then slip away with the money?â
They all underestimated Ghislain, thinking theyâd just do the bare minimum while making it look like they were working.
Not all of the mercenaries knew Ghislain, but a few had heard the rumors about the pathetic young lord.
And those rumors spread quickly among the group.
âI heard the Count of Ferdium is often away from the estate, right?â
âEven better. You think that rookie brat can manage a bunch of mercenaries?â
âThey say heâs a troublemaker. Should we show him what real trouble looks like, coming from the experts?â
While the mercenaries laughed and joked around, a large man with a bald head and a muscular frame stepped forward and shouted loudly.
âHey, listen up. If we want to deal easily with this rookie employer, donât we need a leader?â
The bald giantâs name was Gordon.
He was a well-known mercenary in the area, famous for his strength.
He was so obsessed with training that he earned the nickname âMuscleman Gordon.â
His dedication to building muscle was extremeâhe wouldnât even drink alcohol, claiming it would cause muscle loss, and he never shed a tear for the same reason.
He was solely focused on making his muscles more prominent and harder.
Gordon flexed his chest muscles as he spoke proudly.
âIf we want to handle the employer properly, we need to unify our opinions. If everyone acts on their own, itâll divide the group. How about I act as the âwrangler,â and you all back me up? Youâll get your fair share once the jobâs done.â
A âwranglerâ was a mercenary term for someone stepping up as the representative and pressure the employer.
If the job became easier as a result, it was customary for the other mercenaries to reward the wrangler with a bit of money.
The mercenaries nodded in agreement to Gordonâs suggestion, one by one.
âHmm, âGordon of the Musclesâ? Not a bad choice.â
âIâm in. A rookie like him would probably be terrified just looking at Gordonâs muscles.â
âShouldnât we try to get a little extra money out of this?â
âSounds good! Letâs also teach that rookie employer a bit about the harshness of the world!â
âHahaha, right? Since weâre the ones giving him life lessons, we should charge him some tuition!â
The mercenaries clapped in excitement, clearly entertained by their own plans.
A few mercenaries frowned at this behavior and didnât join in, but the majority had already decided to elect Gordon as their representative.
Even the leaders of small mercenary groups quietly supported Gordon, thinking that this wouldnât be a loss for them either.
With everyone backing him, Gordon grinned confidently.
âWith this many men, the employer wonât be able to act recklessly.â
There were about 160 mercenaries gathered.
If they rebelled as a group, they could be quite a headache for the employer.
In such cases, the employer is usually forced to compromise, adding more money or loosening the terms of the contract.
For example, allowing them to withdraw without paying penalties if they deem the situation too dangerous.
Such things happen all the time in this field. The more lenient the employer, the worse the demands became.
Although mercenaries were aware that their credibility and reputation were on the line, they didnât always go too far. Most of the time, they just engaged in a bit of psychological warfare.
âHey, at the very least, letâs make sure we get the terms for canceling the contract in writing.â
âYeah, if it really gets dangerous, we need to be able to run away.â
âBut isnât that place not even a big deal? No oneâs actually seen any monsters there; there are just rumors spreading around, right?â
The Forest of Beasts was rumored to be dangerous, but in reality, no one knew the truth.
Some mercenaries thought it would just be a simple monster hunt, while others were gathered with the intent to flee if the fight got too dangerous.
Then, there were those who had come with no thoughts other than to earn some money.
While the mercenaries were banding together, two figures on horseback began approaching slowly, cutting through the morning mist.
âOh, finally, the young employer shows up. As expected of a noble, taking his sweet time. Guess itâs time to teach him a lesson, ha ha.â
At Gordonâs words, the mercenaries burst into laughter.
They were starting to look forward to how Gordon would handle the employer.
Behind the two figures, a group of about thirty more appeared, all on foot.
Seeing this, Gordon whistled.
âHe doesnât know how to read. His brainâs all muscle. Whatever job heâs told to do and however much money heâs promised, he just believes it and goes along with it.â
âIf I study, I lose muscle! Donât you know the laws of the universe? You gain one thing; you lose another!â
The guild manager gave Gordon a pitiful look as he fumed, glaring at him.
âLook at this idiot, making excuses just because he doesnât want to study. What would you even lose from studying, huh?â
âI donât care! Thatâs just how I am!â
Because he couldnât read, Gordon had been scammed countless times.
He often thought he should study, but he never had the time between exercising and resting.
Ghislain chuckled as he watched Gordon.
Heâd also commanded many subordinates who couldnât read in his previous life, just like Gordon.
Gordon felt oddly familiar to him for some reason, so he decided to say a few words.
âWhen this is all over, and if we get the chance, Iâll make sure someone teaches you.â
âThank you!â Gordon shouted enthusiastically as he returned to his spot.
Seeing this, the other mercenaries, who had been hesitating, slowly came forward one by one to proceed with the contract.
After all, they had come here knowing theyâd be fighting monsters.
The Cerberus Mercenary Corps was known for its competence, and as long as the employer could properly control them, it would actually make things safer for everyone.
The only regret was that they couldnât exploit the employer as theyâd originally planned.
A small mercenary group that had always had a rough relationship with the Cerberus Mercenary Corps decided to drop out, and the contract process was finally completed.
The guild manager organized the contracts and handed them to Ghislain.
âA total of 148 men.â
Including the Cerberus Mercenary Corps, which brought the total to around 180.
It was the sort of number one would typically see employed for territorial wars, which comforted the mercenaries.
The more allies they had, the better.
After checking all the contracts, Ghislain surveyed the mercenaries.
âI am Ghislain, Young lord of Ferdium. As youâve heard from the guild manager, we intend to pioneer the Forest of Beasts. Iâll explain the specifics once we reach the estate. I look forward to working with you.â
He immediately ordered the mercenaries to prepare for departure.
For those without horses, he purchased horses or arranged rentals, and he also bought plenty of supplies necessary for camping outdoors.
As soon as the preparations were complete, they set off toward the Ferdium Estate.
People who saw the rough-looking mercenary group from the morning hurriedly cleared out of their way in fear.
âThis reminds me of the old days.â
Watching the noisy mercenaries following behind him, Ghislain momentarily sank into nostalgia.
In the past, he had also led mercenaries across the continent like this.
âIâll be able to meet them again, right?â
Now that he has returned to the past, his former subordinates must be living somewhere.
One of Ghislainâs goals was to find them again if the opportunity arose.
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The group soon arrived at the Ferdium Estateâs borders, but the mercenaries had to stay outside it.
If they marched in with an armed force without permission, it would inevitably cause conflict with the estateâs retainers, so they had no choice.
After leaving the mercenaries to wait, Ghislain and Gillian headed straight to see Belinda.
âBelinda, howâs the preparation going?â
âYouâre later than I expected. But everything you asked for is ready.â
âOf course, I knew youâd handle it.â
Belinda puffed up proudly, but then her expression turned into one of concern.
âBut weâve already spent more than half of the money we got from Raypold. Considering the cost of maintaining the forces and the additional materials weâll need, Iâm worried we wonât have enough to cover everything. Are you sure this is okay?â
âIt canât be helped that the initial costs are high. We need to start soon.â
Although 20,000 gold was a significant amountâenough for a person to live comfortably for the rest of their lifeâit was nowhere near sufficient for a large-scale project like pioneering an estate.
Ghislain had already expected that the initial setup would consume most of the funds he extracted from Amelia.
They needed to start generating revenue as quickly as possible to sustain the operation.
âTell the workers weâll start the construction tomorrow.â
âYoung Master, you need to stop this now. The remaining money would be better spent elsewhere. If you keep going, we wonât be able to do anything. Once construction starts, the money will drain away quickly.â
âNo, we canât stop. This project is absolutely essential for the estate.â
From Belindaâs perspective, no matter how she looked at it, it seemed impossible to develop the Forest of Beasts with the funds they had left.
Seeing that Ghislain had no intention of backing down, she eventually raised her voice in frustration.
âWeâve already spent over 10,000 gold just preparing people and supplies! No matter how you think about it, thereâs no way we can carry out this pioneering!â
At her words, Ghislainâs lips curled into a peculiar smile.
âItâs fine. Weâre not going to pioneer the forest.â