Louis Simy smiled and said, "Kainan! If you’re looking for treasure, I have ahere are many adventurers outside. They’re affordable, experienced, and much safer than your current team."

  As a mert dealing in magical artifacts, Louis Simy had a sharp eye. He could tell that the five members of the Giant Axe Adveeam had no Transdent abilities. If danger arose, they’d be nothing more than on fodder and wouldn’t be able to protect Charlot. Hence, he suggested hiring more people.

  Although the adventurers outside were uo have Transdent powers—those who had embarked oransdent path wouldn’t waste time taking White Wolf’s trial to gain demon hunter abilities—having more people would still improve safety.

  Charlot’s eyes lit up slightly. He responded, "Thank you for the suggestion, Louis. After White Wolf selects his heir, I’ll recruit some new members."

  White Wolf didn’t seem ined to rest. He ordered his subordio prepare breakfast and invited Louis and Charlot to the dining room. He also sent food to Louis’s subordinates and the members of the Giant Axe Adveeam.

  After breakfast, the three of them chatted for a while. By the time their versation ended, daylight had fully broken.

  White Wolf stepped out of the massive wooden , brimming with energy, and shouted, "Young people! Who among you wishes to i my legacy?"

  A thunderous roar echoed outside the . Clearly, even more people had gathered, waitihe wooden after leaving their aodations.

  Every transmigrator has dreams!

  Charlot had inally po live a stable life as a civil servant in the gover. If the opportunity arose, he might even marry a wealthy aiful woman like Miss Annie Bretago improve his social status. His ambitions weren’t particurly lofty.

  But he hadn’t foreseen Miss Menielman, his supposed ally, gettiangled in a political storm. Nor had he expected the new Warden Magru Trell to force him into exile.

  At that moment, had he hesitated even slightly, he’d have been ered step by step, forced into as he didn’t want to take. His fate would’ve been grim, at best ending with impriso for decades.

  After all, the new warden was determio iigate the misappropriation of Extraordinary ons from the prison. Being implicated in such a case would ruin him, if not cost him his life.

  Louis Simy’s casual remark flung open a door in Charlot’s mind.

  This world hadn’t yet embraced the cept that “talent is the ultimate resource.”

  But Charlot khat assembling a team of hundreds of adventurers would create a formidable force. He’d even begun envisioning pns for farmilements, rebellion, or other schemes to amass wealth. With enough time, he could expand his influence like a snowball.

  White Wolf’s method for seleg an heir wasn’t plicated. First, he annouhe criteria: didates must be uwenty years old. Then, the aspiring demon hunters were pitted against one another in bat until one remained—a tall, muscur individual brimming with raw strength.

  As the unsuccessful adventurers prepared to leave, Charlot stepped out of the massive wooden and shouted, "I am Kainan, leader of the Giant Axe Adveeam! I need people for a job, and the weekly pay is one flor. Who’s ied in joining?"

  A weekly sary of one flor wasn’t high, but it wasn’t low either. For adventurers, it was quite appealing, especially since many had made the trip to Yorktown without earning anything and o patch up their finances.

  One adventurer asked, "What kind of people are you looking for?"

  Charlot smiled and replied, "This time, I need borers. The more, the better. Anyone who siders themselves strong and sturdy join."

  "However, let me make this clear: I will withhold the first week’s pay. Saries will only be issued after the sed week. Anyone who leaves before payday won’t receive any payment. On payday, you’re free to decide whether to stay with the team or leave."

  Withholding part of the wages was standard practi every profession on the Old ti. After all, employers risked paying workers who might disappear the very moment.

  The members of the Giant Axe Adveeam exged gnces with Charlot. Mason, curious about how Charlot had suddenly bee their leader, was tempted to ask questions. However, upon hearing the offer of one flor a week, he hesitated and remained silent. He even sigo the other four team members, implying they should seize this opportunity to earra money.

  Hannah and Homonsa had no objes. In fact, they preferred seeing the charming ahy Charlot as the team leader.

  When they had arrived yesterday, there had been only forty or fifty people in front of the wooden . Now, the crowd had swelled to over a hundred and fifty, posed mostly of small adveeams. After discussing among themselves, over ten teams agreed to work for Charlot.

  To attract even more manpower, Charlot added another iive, smiling as he said, "I pn to employ you all for at least one month, maybe even two!"

  This statement instantly swayed seven additional teams. Stable, long-term ine was a rarity for adventurers, making Charlot’s hly entig. In the end, nearly a hundred adventurers accepted his employment.

  Looking at his newly recruited team, Charlot decred loudly, "I e from the south. My aors had orc blood."

  Many adventurers burst out ughing. Having orc heritage wasn’t a point of pride on the Old ti. The Orgdom had long since fallen, its people scattered and marginalized, treated as sed-css citizens in every try.

  However, adventurers weren’t overly ed about their employer’s lihey were here to earn money. For most of them, the identity of their employer mattered far less than the wages offered. Some would even work for the Bck Phoenix Dynasty, the sworn enemy of the Fars Empire, if the price was right.

  Charlot tinued, "I retly ied an uncle’s estate. Among his belongings, I found a treasure map of the Orgdom. My goal this time is to locate the areasure. I swear before the goddess: if I find the treasure, I will share five pert of it with those who help me."

  His decration stirred the remaining adventurers. Greed and ambition flickered in their eyes. Many began calg in silehinking, “If the treasure is real, why not kill this young man and take it all for ourselves?”

  White Wolf g Louis Simy and whispered, "Your friend is quite the liar."

  Louis shrugged, saying nothing.

  When Charlot had first mentiohe treasure map, he’d cimed to have bought it from a sedhand store. Now it had bee an iance from his uncle. Even if Louis wao help cover for Charlot, he wouldn’t know how to expin the insistency. Besides, he was certain Charlot didn’t have any orc blood—no way would a noblewoman like Miss Annie Bretagne associate with someone of oreage.