In the dense forest, Crocodile Mercenary Corps' camp.
A group of mercenaries surrounded dozens of bound elves, excitedly counting their number,
"One, two, three... fifty-seven, fifty-eight..."
"Fifty-eight! We actually captured fifty-eight in one go!"
"They're all young elves! More than half of them are female!"
"Hahaha! We're rich! We're rich! Even if we split this up evenly, each of us will earn hundreds of pounds in gold coins!"
"Captain! You're really incredible! I've never seen so many elves in my life!"
The mercenaries said excitedly.
Crocodile accepted a water flask handed over by a mercenary, gulping it down before saying proudly,
"Hehe, when am I not impressive, as your captain?"
What a joke! Crocodile had risen to become a silver-tier magic swordsman purely from a commoner's status, and had gathered a thousand-strong mercenary corps under his command, even nobles had to treat him with respect!
After speaking, a hint of regret flashed in Crocodile's expression,
