Delisha City.
Sol and his party hurried back to their territory at top speed.
Outside the territory, numerous slave traders came to meet them.
They were well aware of Sol's strength and were certain they would have some gains.
However, what they did not anticipate was Sol's face turning dark the moment he saw them.
After glancing at them, he rode off on his Horse Beast.
A long procession swiftly passed by, clearly dealing with some urgent matter.
"What's wrong with them?"
"Definitely, something went wrong with their Beastman hunting."
"How could that be, there are three teams! And I heard they found the weakest Sheep Beastmen."
"Anything is possible."
"..."
The slave traders murmured among themselves, and before long, they saw Sol's large force approaching, with no Beastmen following behind the mercenaries.
The slave traders exchanged looks, then hurriedly got out of the way.
Well then! No wonder he had such a dark expression! Indeed, they had no gains.
