The Mercenary Association, despite its immense prestige, was not one of Glorious Ground’s skyscrapers. It was surprisingly a rather unassuming, two storeys, wide grayish building that had across it a vertical tin sign with hollowed letters reading “Mercenary Association”.
“Did you except an extravagant structure?” Mendor poked the stupefied Zax with his elbow.
“Can this even be called a ‘branch’?” Zax gawked.
“The Mercenary Association has better use for its revenue than spending it on exterior design. It’s up for the mayor’s office buildings of every city to decide if they want to invest in their Mercenary Association branches to attract skillful cultivators and increase the popularity of their cities”.
“And Glorious Ground’s mayor doesn’t care about it?”
“How should I know? If it’s
