Chapter 1370 Mercenary [3]
"Well, that's that."
Damien brushed his hands off and walked over to the bar.
"The last one was a little bit disappointing. How about trying one of mine this time?"
He pulled out his own spirit liquor and poured himself a glass, glancing at the bartender, who sighed and raised his own glass as well.
As the two enjoyed their drinks, they completely ignored the scene behind them, a bar full of broken bodies.
Nobody was dead, but there wasn't a single one who didn't have at least five broken bones.
The worst ones were covered in bruises and leaking blood from various places. They'd be unconscious for at least a few days. The rest...well, while they were doing better than that, they were still groaning and clutching their wounds in far too much pain to pay attention to anything else.
It was an easy fight to say the least. The fight itself didn't even need to be mentioned because of how easy it was.
And naturally, it was fast too.
Yulia re-entered the bar with the same surprised look on her face that she always had since she met Damien.
"Do you have a habit of finishing fast or something?"
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"Gross."
"I agree. That was my bad."
Damien smiled wryly. He may or may not have forgotten Yulia was a woman for a second, but saying that would probably actually get him killed.
'Plus, it was too easy. She's not stupid, so she definitely knew I would say something.'
Damien shook his head and ignored it, moving on.
"I've been tested quite a lot since I got here and I'm getting a little tired of it. We're done with all the useless stuff, right?"
Yulia rolled her eyes. She wasn't a fan of his arrogance, but she couldn't deny that it was warranted.
"Yeah, I won't bother doubting you anymore. Your first task will be simple, but it'll get harder with time, so be prepared."
"Naturally."
Nodding slightly, Yulia stopped delaying. She explained the task both simply and complexly at once.
The task itself was the simple part.
Yulia didn't test Damien without reason.
She needed to gauge his capabilities so she could use him to the best they offered.
Yulia smiled.
Maybe Damien didn't know it, but she was the one who hired Sebastian. She knew his capabilities better than anyone else.
For him to call someone dangerous...
"Would you win?"
Sebastian frowned.
He looked down at the cup on the bar, still half filled with the spirit liquor Damien had poured for him.
"I don't know."
He couldn't answer that question.
Damien didn't take any effort to defeat a bar full of mercenaries, and none of those people lying on the ground unconscious right now were weak.
Some of them had great reputations in the Eastern Region, some of them had names that resounded through multiple cardinal regions, while some were unknown but more powerful than the other two groups combined.
They weren't characters who should've been left in pieces after five minutes.
Especially not when over thirty of them were working together.
"Damien Void..."
Yulia's eyes narrowed strangely.
"I guess a great change really is coming to our world."
Yulia was confident in her intuition, and she was confident in Sebastian's experience.
When both of those things aligned and agreed that one man who appeared out of nowhere was great enough to shake up the entire world, the question of helping him wasn't even important anymore.
Getting involved in Void Palace's conflicts was something the Veritas Clan was already planning to do. Helping Damien just meant getting involved more directly.
And to do so in return for five years of servitude, Yulia wasn't really trying to gain anything.
She wanted to form that positive relationship.
Because while Damien didn't know it, his importance was already understood by those who'd interacted with him for a longer period of time.
The only thing that remained was to decide if they were going to stand with him or against him.
And the Veritas Clan was not an evil influence.
Rather, they were a people who held an absolute conformity to righteousness.
'Whether we'll stand behind them or stand beside them...'
Yulia's lips curled up.
'...we will be on the right side of history.'