"Upfront payment, please…"

Flowing Cloud brought up the trade window and traded me 10 million gold right away. To Godkiller, this was an enormous amount of money because the mobs here were split into two extremes: those that were way too powerful to kill, or those that were so weak that their drops might as well be worthless. Moreover, Iron Skull Wilderness barely had any NPCs at all, much less ones that offered you quests to grind money with. Naturally, everyone living in this wasteland was poor. Flowing Cloud’s generosity was most welcome to say the least.

I spent a moment admiring the bag of gold in my hands before smiling at her. "The guild I founded in Iron Skull Wilderness is really starting to look like a mercenary guild. As long as our employer pays us enough money, we’ll happily throw our lives away for them. Thank you very much for your ten million gold, Flowing Cloud."

The woman leaned against a tree and replied in an indifferent tone, "I expect the results to be worth the amount of gold I paid you. In 15 hours, you and your men will depart from Iron Skull Wilderness, pass through Frost Stained Canyon and travel...