"Brothers, you've worked hard during this time!"
Late at night, at the Light Eagle Group's base, Aston bowed to the mercenaries dedicated to exploring the Dungeon.
This was someone of captain rank, actually bowing to ordinary mercenaries, something unthinkable in the past. Although their relationships were harmonious, it wasn't to the extent of a superior bowing to subordinates.
The mercenaries' reactions were quite intriguing.
People quickly stood up to assist Aston, but the response was not enthusiastic, the atmosphere could even be described as dead.
Tomorrow, the Light Eagle Group and Skyrim Strategy Group would each reveal their exploration progress. Tonight was a celebration banquet, yet the mercenaries had never experienced such a silent feast.
The song and dance performances on stage were met with numb watching, occasional bites of their meals, but not much more, their eyes seemed lifeless.
