These temptations, which would have driven almost any adventurer mad on an ordinary day, now came pouring towards Rayn like a rising tide. The nobles were offering some of the finest resources they could gather, drawing upon the wealth and influence accumulated by their families over generations.Rayn listened quietly as they laid out their conditions. His expression changed slightly, as though he were trying to maintain his composure, yet a faint hint of greed slipped through despite his efforts.The few nobles, all astute and experienced individuals, caught this small change immediately. They exchanged knowing glances, and expressions of delight appeared on their faces.As long as a person had desires, there was always a way to deal with them. In a world where the differences in individual power could be enormous, the wealth accumulated by noble families over generations was far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.What was the harm in having a little more greed? There were pl

The convoy immediately descended into panic. Inside the carriages, the nobles burst into shrill screams while the servants trembled in fear. Some were so terrified that they collapsed to the ground, unable to stand. The private soldiers hurriedly drew their weapons and tried to organize a defense, but their hands shook uncontrollably, and their eyes were filled with fear of the unknown. The Beastman wolf cavalry was moving far too quickly. They had become a surging tide of black figures, sweeping in from the flank and heading straight for the luxurious carriages. "Damn it! We can't let them break through!" General Brandon shouted at the top of his lungs. Amid the chaos that had engulfed the convoy, however, the figure at the very front remained completely still. Rayn raised his eyes toward the approaching wolf cavalry, not even giving the private soldiers behind him a chance to organize themselves into formation. He lifted one leg slightly, then shot forward from the fron

However, the villages were too conspicuous and easy to target, so the nobles preferred to endure the discomfort of camping outdoors rather than risk staying in one of them. Rayn gave the mercenaries a simple task: gather intelligence and information from the surrounding villages. Although he had the Eye of Scouting, Rayn still lacked a clear understanding of the situation on the front lines and the conditions in the nearby towns. Gathering information was therefore essential, if only to prevent the convoy from foolishly stumbling into a town under Beastman control. Several hours later, during the darkest part of the night, just before dawn, the mercenary captain finally returned to camp, gasping for breath. "My lord! I've gathered the information!" The captain knelt outside Rayn's tent, his voice trembling uncontrollably. "The Beastman army is indeed gathering its forces. Using the supplies transported through Golden Harbor, its vanguard has already assembled in several towns north

From the patterns on their clothes and the way they addressed one another, it was clear that these people were relatives of Count Reinhart, Baron Fabio, and the other nobles.Their eyes gleamed with greed as they discussed how to "rightfully" inherit the titles and wealth of the exiled nobles.The assassination squad had indeed been hired by the relatives of the nobles in the Royal Capital. After confirming the whereabouts of the fleeing nobles, they arranged an ambush, intending to create an "accident" that would allow them to claim the entire inheritance.When the assassin breathed his last, Rayn stood up expressionlessly.The information he had obtained did not surprise him. He had already anticipated this possibility before leaving the city.In fact, Rayn was not the only one who had considered it. The moment the assassins appeared, the nobles present had immediately suspected the same thing."We cannot enter the city anymore! No city is safe!" Count Reinhart suddenly grabbed the

The butler and servants stood in a line at the entrance, waiting anxiously for their master's return. Their faces were pale, clearly showing how long they had feared for his safety."Master! You've finally returned!" the butler cried, his eyes filling with tears as he hurried forward to welcome him.Count Reinhart paid little attention to the dust covering his face. He immediately summoned Baron Fabio, General Brandon, and several other surviving nobles for a private meeting in the manor's hall."Everyone! We owe our survival entirely to Lord Jack!" Count Reinhart declared, his voice hoarse but firm. "We must immediately report his heroic deeds to the King and do everything we can to secure whatever he requests! This is not only about fulfilling our promise but also about ensuring our own safety!"He glanced meaningfully at General Brandon, reminding him of the "wolves" lurking within the Royal Capital.Baron Fabio nodded heavily, his face still carrying traces of the fear he had endu