Seeing Lear agree, Blando let out a big sigh of relief.
Not only did he not feel distressed, but his face was full of joy.
This lord is definitely a golden opportunity!!
Having his support is far better than risking one’s life in the Wilderness, isn’t it?
Almost without exception, the developed rchant guilds must have powerful figures backing them.
In Lorand City, a small guild like the White Crow Comrce Association wanted to seek backing, but no one paid attention.
Even to be a follower, one must have the qualifications to do so, and there are too many people wanting to serve the nobles and major guilds.
They can’t even queue up.
Surrendering the guild, what does it matter?
Damn it, this is an opportunity to climb up, break the existing class, and beco soone superior!
Isn’t being a steward in a major guild a thousand tis better than being the president of a small guild that can’t guarantee survival and might go bankrupt at any ti?
The stewards of those major guilds walk with an air of arrogance, while small guilds like ours can only rely on others’ rcy.
As Lear pondered, he began to ask Blando about the White Crow Comrce Association.
After a conversation, he gained a concrete understanding of this small guild’s business scope.
It mainly focuses on fur trade, but as long as there’s profit, they don’t refuse any business.
Very typical behavior for a small guild.
During the conversation, Lear also gained further understanding of Blando’s abilities.
The White Crow Comrce Association was created by him single-handedly, and it has been in operation for nearly twenty years.
At its peak, it had over a hundred people and was considered a notable figure on Seventh Street.
This would be remarkable even in a modern society with a sound legal system and good public security, not to ntion here in this perilous Fantasy World.
Monsters roam the Wilderness outside the city, evil is everywhere, and one could die at any mont.
Inside the city, nobles and sects dare to trample the rules easily, controlling everything with a single hand.
Blando’s level was only 5, his power was weak, and he had no background.
In such a chaotic environnt, he developed a guild from scratch all on his own.
Managing it for twenty years!
This speaks to his capability.
The insights Blando demonstrated during the conversation made Lear nod in approval.
The other party had an in-depth understanding of various industries in Lorand City, and his comrcial insight was extrely sharp.
Lear’s questions were answered fluently, and Blando could even provide solutions to many sharp problems.
One could tell that he was extrely practical, a veteran who had accumulated countless experiences through hard work.
This was exactly the type of talent he needed for initial developnt.
After pausing the conversation, Lear’s gaze slightly moved.
Spiritual Power emanated outward.
Blando and his dozen companions were startled, only feeling an indescribable sacred majesty emanating from the young man before them.
The already extraordinary figure beca even more imposing, as if an Ancient God had awakened.
The terrifying sense of oppression made their souls tremble.
They dared not look directly into his eyes, quickly lowering their heads, their bodies uncontrollably shaking.
It was the suppression ingrained in their blood, the gaze of a higher life form upon a lower one.
Soon after, everyone felt a unique power enter their minds, rging into their souls with absolute dominance.
Instantly, a distinctive emotion brewed in their hearts.
When they looked again at the majestic figure wearing the Crown of Blood before them, their eyes held no caution or fear.
Instead, they were filled with warmth, respect, and even... fervor.
Like devout followers eting the deity they worship!
Lear sensed the emotion of the others and breathed a sigh of relief.
These dozen or so people had an average level of just 5, with very average Soul Strength.
His enhancents over this period, though not much, were enough to enslave dozens at this level.
However, when it ca to a Great Demon or the King of Naga, it would not suffice.
The gap between an Advanced Hero and ordinary people was like an insurmountable chasm.
Seeing the change in the crowd’s gaze, Lear waved his hand slightly.
"Release them..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the tendrils entwining them slowly loosened from the Ancient Tree Guardian.
The mbers of the White Crow Comrce Association regained their freedom.
These people weren’t highly leveled, but they were the elite mbers of the White Crow Comrce Association.
They were familiar with Lorand City and the White Crow Comrce Association.
The guild’s operations had depended on Blando using them as the foundation.
They could still be used now.
As they expanded later, they could seek higher tier talent.
"My lord..."
Blando brushed the dirt off himself, then stepped forward and respectfully saluted with his hand over his chest.
"Blando greets you once again."
This ti, his tone beca incomparably sincere and earnest.
Lear nodded.
"You first rest in Weilu City for a period of ti. By the end of the month, I will return to Lorand City."
"Then, co back with ."
Hearing this, Blando asked cautiously.
"My lord, are we far from Lorand City now?"
"This is the Mire Swamp, over a thousand kiloters away from Lorand City."
Hiss~ Blando gasped, over a thousand kiloters?
They had been swept by a space storm into the depths of the Wilderness?!
Leaving Lorand City beyond 300 kiloters, the number of wild monsters started to increase.
In areas 500 kiloters away, it’s completely Wilderness, full of dangers.
Even Lorand City’s Guard Legion rarely sets foot there.
Over a thousand kiloters, he couldn’t imagine how frightening it must be.
Indeed, that was the case; Blando did not know that Weilu City had just faced an Evil God.
Full of dangers, is definitely the best description for this area.
If it weren’t for Lear, if it were an ordinary Pioneer Lord, they would have probably surrendered by now.
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