Sending the Goods Over

Rhode closed the door and tidied up his clothes, turning around to look at Sereck. Sereck looked at Rhode and smiled bitterly. Behind the door, a person's angry shouts and smashing sounds could be heard.

"Don't you think that's too much, Rhode?" Sereck shook his head.

"No matter what, this…"

"Well, Mr. Sereck, you don't have to play the victim here. I know that the Mercenary Association doesn't really care about this." Rhode waved his hand. "My request isn't too much, right? Even the President accepted it. I think it's also not much of a burden for you. Indeed, if the HQ abolished the quota for a mercenary guild in the Paphield area, it will be troublesome, but it's not really too serious right…"

Although this matter was really serious in reality, but Rhode still acted as if he didn't really care much about it. Letting the opponent know his limit in the middle of negotiation wasn't really something smart.