The reception toward the expedition force was cold in Quantes as well.0

In Quantes, Crockta was a hero who saved the city from a cursed object known as the "Demon’s Mouth".0

But Arcran didn’t care. He had stopped hesitating over Crockta. Whatever Crockta had done in the past, it didn’t matter in the end. He was an enemy now. If he were a saint, Arcran was going to kill a saint. If he were a sinner, then Arcran was going to kill a sinner.0

Once he cleared his mind of the doubts, the image of his enemy became crystal clear.0

"Something’s gone wrong," Phelos said with concern.0

Phelos was a nobleman who boasted about his connections with the leaders of Anail’s underworld.0

His plan to pressure Thompson into partnering with the expedition force had also fallen through.0

"The dark streets’ boss has changed recently, and the new boss is said to be a friend of Crockta. Instead of forming a partnership, our messenger returned all beaten up," Phelos reported.0

"A friend of Crockta... that is quite a funny coincidence," Arcran chuckled.0

"I-indeed. And Thompson said the same thing as that new boss." Phelos commented.0

"Is that so? That Crockta really knows how to network, haha..."0

“……”0

Phelos laughed awkwardly.0

Now more determined than ever, Arcran exuded a sharper and darker aura than before.0

"It doesn't matter. It might make things a bit more inconvenient, but they weren't essential in the first place. We already have enough manpower and funds."0

Though they had faced difficulties in the major cities they had expected to give them a boost, they already had sufficient volunteers gathered.0

The size of the expedition was beyond imagination,...0