Now that they'd gone independent from the guild, they were responsible for their own profits and losses.
Even though they were strong, life wasn't as good as it used to be.
Competition had even heated up among the High Tier Adventurer Corps taking private jobs, with everyone undercutting each other's prices.
Scabs!
The corps leader got to his feet and spat to the side, showing his contempt for the other corps.
It was time for the Broken Tooth Dragon Hunting Corps to make a change.
He was a Warrior, but to have survived into his forties in this dangerous line of work with all his limbs intact required more than just outstanding strength. A clear mind was essential.
Compared to the Zog Group, they were nothing.
'After this job, I'm changing careers. The savings I've scraped together are enough to live comfortably for the rest of my life anyway. I can do any odd job. The pay might be less, but at least I won't have to worry about dropping dead in the wilderness one day.'
