Indeed, Randolph’s eyes stayed glued to the gold coins. At the same time, three hundred gold would become a much smaller amount when divided between a hundred mercenaries. So, even though it was higher than any single payout the Wandering Wolves had ever received, it wasn’t worth risking their lives.

“Let me hear the plan.”

Theodore’s heart sank at Randolph’s ambiguous answer, but he rallied. “That’s a surprise. Is the pay lacking?”

Randolph shook his head. “Not at all. Three hundred gold is enough. I’m just concerned that this job will become a mess. So I need to hear the plan.”

Normal mercenaries would accept any job, from slandering someone to killing a drake, if there was enough coin to be won. It was the underlying essence of a mercenary.

However, Randolph placed his instincts before those principles. “No matter how good the money is, I won’t fight a losing battle. I will listen to your plan and then decide if I will accept this commission.” The mercenary captain’s eyes gleamed in the dark. ”But I’ll admit that revealing your wallet was a good move. I want to refuse your gold, but you wouldn’t have brought out this much coin...