Chapter 72
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Chapter 72: Blood Blade Thieves Guild
Soon, Odel fully grasped the situation.
To put it simply: While being forced to rescue someone, Midi displayed such overwhelming power that Alyn was terrified, causing Odel’s group to misunderstand and trigger an unnecessary battle.
Odel didn’t doubt Midi’s explanation.
As they spoke, Alyn stood nearby, adding details with flushed cheeks and endless apologies.
What mattered more was Odel’s group had lost utterly. Yet Midi hadn’t harmed them while they were unconscious—instead, he’d dragged them to safety, guarded them, and waited patiently. Such actions proved his goodwill.
As Midi had guessed, absolute power sometimes spoke louder than words. Being utterly defeated removed suspicion. When strength gaps were this vast, trust became safer than futile caution.
Humans were strange that way.
By understanding this mindset, Midi earned the trust of Morning Star Mercenary Corps’ leader in one encounter. He also sensed Odel’s growing interest in cooperation.
This made sense.
Years of adventuring and leadership let Odel see Midi’s value in exploring the Forest of Gran and Elven Kingdom. Imagine a warrior like him joining Morning Star! With him present, no one would dare harass the corps. Incidents like Alyn’s ambush during herb-gathering would vanish. In the forest, battling monsters would ease, and combined with Odel’s search techniques, the Palace’s heritage might fall into their hands effortlessly!
The thought thrilled even the seasoned Odel.
Plus, this youth had principles.
Her group had attacked him without question—now, remembering it chilled her. Yet Midi had shown restraint, knocking them out calmly and explaining. Such nobility!
A principled, powerful adventurer deserved total sincerity.
Without hesitation, Odel began detailing their situation warmly, holding nothing back—even sharing corps secrets.
The newly awakened Morning Star captains gaped.
Odel, the half-Elf, was renowned among adventurers. Though leading a small corps, her beauty drew admirers, even noble family heirs. Yet she’d rejected all, focusing solely on her team. Her sternness was legendary.
Now? Their captain chatted amiably with this plain-faced boy, laughing at his remarks!
Was this the same Odel who’d always shut others out? Did she prefer young, plain-looking men? How bizarre!
Unaware of the stares, Odel explained while Midi listened intently.
Adventurers lacked nobility’s power, endless gold, armies, or loyal guards. Survival depended on themselves.
Though Midi now commanded troops and had Fina and Alice’s reinforcements, he stayed vigilant. The Elven Kingdom held countless dangers, and time pressed harder each day.
Securing the Palace’s heritage even a day sooner could tip the scales in the coming civil war.
Every minute and every second was important to Midi. To improve efficiency, he wouldn’t overlook any detail.
Soon, Midi grasped the actions the adventurers had taken over recent days.
Assessing mutated monsters’ strength, setting up supply points, exploring the forest, testing tools like emerald leaves—these basic tasks mostly matched his expectations.
But one familiar name in Odel’s account made Midi’s brow furrow slightly.
Blood Blade Mercenary Corps.
The thirty-strong team that chased Alyn belonged to this group.
“Compared to risks in exploring the Elven Kingdom, the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps is now the greater threat,” Odel said, shadows in her eyes. She gently patted Alyn’s head. “Without your help, Mr. John, they’d have taken her. Losing emerald leaves is trivial next to what they’d do to her.”
Alyn growled, “Those villains target lone adventurers, steal emerald leaves, destroy small mercenary corps, and kidnap people!”
“Tucker Town on Forest of Gran’s edge was our supply hub,” a Morning Star captain added bitterly. “Now Blood Blade’s base blocks us. We camp outside.”
“Can no one stop them?”
As others denounced Blood Blade’s crimes, Midi’s gaze cooled. “Stop them? How? Small corps like ours hide and avoid towns. Large corps made non-aggression pacts with Blood Blade. As for nobles…” The half-Elf smirked scornfully. “Count Kafka wouldn’t care if we lived or died.”
Midi shrugged.
Conflict between adventurers and nobility was inevitable. Adventurers craved freedom; nobles sought to control power. Mutual disdain was natural.
But Midi focused on Blood Blade.
Clearly, the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps served the Blood Blade Thieves Guild—Belmar Duchy’s infamous underworld assassins. Nobles hired them for fratricide, disappearances, any dirty deed for gold.
They’d even tried to kill Fina Hamilton, heir to the Hamilton family. Last year’s failed attempt proved their recklessness.
In Midi’s past life, after the Delos Empire conquered Belmar, Blood Blade became its secret police, hunting resistance members. Rabid dogs, loyal only to power.
This life, Midi knew he’d clash with them. But he hadn’t expected it so soon—in the Forest of Gran, not Hertonmar’s alleys.
Blood Blade’s goal here could only be the Palace’s heritage. Was this their ambition or the Empire’s scheme? Even Midi couldn’t tell.
But one outcome was certain: only he or Blood Blade would prevail.
“Your insights are valuable,” Midi told Odel. “The fire’s recent, exploration’s still early. Seizing this window boosts our chances. I propose we cooperate: explore together, split rewards by contribution.”
A standard offer—Cooperation, not joining Morning Star. Disappointment flickered in Odel’s eyes, but she’d expected this. Someone like Midi likely had powerful backers.
Still, cooperation meant mutual gain. She steadied herself and extended her hand.
The plain boy clasped the half-Elf’s slender fingers—an adventurer’s pact sealed.
