Max made a bright smile, fitting of a child rather than a scary-looking man like him. Til twitched, but he couldn’t do such a cruel thing like telling Max to stop smiling because it brought him chills.

“That’s true.” Zich was a memorable figure, and he had been with them during their worst times. To Wolf’s Canine mercenary group, who lived by their skills alone, Zich’s sheer strength and skills also left a deep impression in their minds. Furthermore, Til and Max also had personal relationships with Zich. Max stayed as a close friend to Zich during their cooperation, and Til was greatly indebted to Zich.

“To think that guy was really a noble.” Max shook his head. “No matter how much I think about it, that guy is the complete opposite of those dainty, high sirs. He fits in with mercenaries like us that roll in the mud much better and not those trustworthy and famed mercenary groups.”

“Is it okay for you to speak of him in that way if he has a noble background?”

“Hmph! He’s not the type to get angry about stuff like this. I’m sure he would agree with me if he heard me instead.”

Til thought Max’s words were believable and didn’t...