[Country: Eldoria]
[Eldoria, Mercenary Cooperation Headquarters: Head Office Of Jaxon Cain]
rumble...rumble...rumble...
Jaxon scrolled through Rel's acceptance email, ignoring the tremors shaking his office.
Clashes and bangs – some fool overdoing it in training, no doubt.
"Interesting… How easily had Gerrard parted with this one?"
He leaned back, a grin creeping up on his face.
BANG!...BANG!
"If the kid's worthless, I'll gut Gerrard for his whole batch of third-years."
Another violent shake rattled the building.
Jaxon then had enough.
DING!
He jabbed the intercom.
"Mary! Tell those idiots to cut it out!"
—Got it.
khcap...[1]
haah...
A heavy sigh escaped Jaxon's lips. The pressure was building, a constant thrum beneath the surface.
Too many dungeons spawning, too many monsters needing to be slaughtered, not enough bodies to throw at them.
He glanced at the acceptance email on his screen.
