There is no cheat code for reincarnation? Then I will create one myself!

Entering the heavy gate of the castle, walking into the front yard with neatly planted plants, and passing through the corridors with oil paintings on both sides, Locke brought nearly a hundred people to the castle's restaurant.

The place was filled with all kinds of delicious food in advance, and the castle owner, Viscount Hocas, turned this meeting into a buffet.

Dozens of male and female servants were busy under the command of the head maid. They were like a group of tireless bees, running back and forth between the dining table and the kitchen.

It looks like it will take some time to set up the restaurant.

And this period of time is obviously used to discuss things.

"Dear guests, please follow me." Locke, the son of the castle's steward, politely led dozens of mercenary group leaders and their deputies past the door of the restaurant, allowing everyone to see the busy crowd inside, and then turned right into another corridor.

The purpose of letting the mercenaries pass by the restaurant was actually to tell everyone that Lord Viscount Hocas had treated everyone well. After discussing the business, the guests could enjoy the food and wine to their heart's content.

Soon, Locke brought the mercenaries to an outdoor lawn with a fountain.

A team of more than a dozen well-equipped soldiers was guarding the perimeter of the lawn.

In front of the fountain in the center of the lawn, a middle-aged man, about 40 or 50 years old, slightly overweight but with extraordinary demeanor, was sitting alone in a white armchair.

His slicked-back hair was meticulously combed, and he held a tall wine glass in his right hand. The blood-red wine exuded an intoxicating aroma in the air.

Hocas was very impressive. Even though he was sitting alone, his intimidating aura was enough to overwhelm nearly a hundred mercenaries.

Xiuyi frowned slightly as he mixed in the crowd. He was sure that Viscount Hocas was an extraordinary person, and his level was not low.

"Everyone, welcome to my castle. I hope you will have a pleasant evening."

It couldn't be said to be enthusiastic, but it wasn't cold either. Viscount Hocas gently shook the red wine glass in his hand. He didn't have the slightest intention of getting up. He sat firmly in the chair and greeted the mercenaries in a loud voice.

The mercenaries responded sparsely.

Some called him "Master Viscount", some called him "Sir Hocas". The titles were not uniform, which showed that the mercenaries probably had not colluded with each other beforehand.

Maybe it was too late, or maybe I didn’t think too much about it.

In any case, during the day of rest in Stone Town, Kog'Gath did not receive any information from any mercenary group trying to unite.

After all, the mercenaries were divided into two parts, and everyone walked from the south to the north of the city to communicate...it seemed a bit deliberate.

Mercenaries live a desperate life on the edge of a knife, and most of them have no moral character.

As soon as he said this, the order suddenly became chaotic.

Viscount Hocas's expression was slightly gloomy, and he was obviously a little unhappy.

After all, Locke is the son of the butler and is very good at observing people's words and expressions.

Seeing Viscount Horcas's strange expression, he immediately guessed what was going on. He coughed a few times and shouted, "Ahem... Please be quiet."

Unfortunately, Locke's voice was still too soft compared to the nearly 100 people. The mercenaries didn't know whether they didn't hear it or deliberately ignored it, and their reactions were very perfunctory.

Seeing that the mercenaries didn't give him face, and worried that he would fail to do his job well and disappoint Viscount Horcas, Locke hurriedly shouted, "Silence! This is Lord Horcas's castle. As a visitor, please maintain the most basic respect for the castle owner!"

Locke's roar attracted the soldiers guarding the side, who had originally been ordered not to come to the lawn at will.

But since Locke has shouted out, they certainly can't just ignore it. There are nearly a hundred lawless mercenaries gathered here. What if they go crazy?

The soldiers hurried over, and a murderous atmosphere filled the entire place.

The mercenaries were no pushovers either. Some of the more sensitive ones immediately drew their blades from their sheaths, slightly bent their bodies, and stared at Viscount Hocas and the soldiers who surrounded them.

"Back off, it's all a misunderstanding."

At a critical moment when the situation was tense and could easily lead to a fight, Viscount Hocas finally stood up from his seat.

He first waved his left hand, signaling the approaching soldiers to retreat, and then gave the mercenaries a fake smile: "I invited you all here today to discuss important matters. Out of respect, I did not ask anyone to confiscate your weapons. You should be able to see my sincerity."

To be honest, although the nobles occupy an absolute dominant position in this world, once the mercenaries gather together, they are not really afraid of the nobles.

When mercenaries who live on the edge of a knife go crazy, they really won't consider whether the person in front of them is a noble or a commoner. They will only think about other things after they have killed him to their heart's content.

At worst, I can kill the blind guy first. I have a worthless life, so why should I be afraid of you who was born with a silver spoon in my mouth?

It's just a matter of exchanging lives, no big deal.

Porcelain and earthenware jars are not things of equal value. Who will suffer after the collision?

Self-explanatory.

Because of this, most nobles are actually prejudiced against mercenary groups.

Horcas invited nearly a hundred mercenaries into his castle but did not ask them to hand in their weapons.

Firstly, it is unrealistic. The mercenaries, relying on their numbers, may not necessarily surrender honestly.

If something unpleasant happens, both parties will lose face.

Secondly, he really hoped that by retaining the weapons, the mercenaries would have more trust in him.

"Since the Viscount is willing to speak frankly, I would like to ask one more question. If we are going to hunt a bear, it shouldn't take so many of us, right?"

A burly middle-aged man stood out from the mercenary team. He looked to be around forty years old, clean-shaven, with blue medium-length hair that looked a little wild.

He had a square appearance and was about 2 meters tall. He was wearing sophisticated black heavy armor and no helmet. Standing in front of all the mercenaries, he looked like a small mountain.

Locke whispered a few words in Viscount Horcas's ear, and Viscount Horcas nodded, then smiled and said to the man: "Iron Wolf Malok, the leader of the Iron Wolf Mercenary Group, has more than 60 people in the team, and each of them is an elite who dares to fight and kill... I'm glad you can come. There is no possibility of failure in my plan."

Iron Wolf Malok, the leader of the Iron Wolf Mercenary Group?

Xiuyi, who was mixed in the crowd, was a little confused. He looked at the Iron Wolf Kog'gas next to him. What a coincidence!

Kog'gas touched his nose and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Master, in fact, the nickname [Iron Wolf] is quite common."

Shuichi: "Then don't tell me there are other Iron Wolves here?"

Kog'gas silently stretched out his right hand and showed four fingers.

Shuichi: "..."

So among dozens of mercenary groups, there are 6 called Iron Wolf?

Damn, what a limited vocabulary!

When Xiuyi was complaining about the prevalence of Iron Wolf, Malok, the mercenary representative, also started chatting with Viscount Hocas.

The general content of the conversation between the two parties was the inside story of this bear hunting activity.