He had learned greatsword techniques for one year before entering the Mercenaries Guild as the lowest ranking member. That was why he was able to evade that terrible situation fifteen years ago.

He heard a cold voice.

�You somehow managed to reach the leader position.�

The voice was so cold that anybody hearing it would get the chills.

However, the person speaking was Ron Molan.

Crock knew that this was the real Ron.

However, Crock still pointed his greatsword toward Ron.

He was currently the person who needed to protect the guild as the Mercenary King was not here.

�Ron Molan! Are you the one who destroyed the original branch building?�

He asked Ron a question.

Crock�s actions would change based on his response.

His hand that was clenching onto the greatsword did not shake at all. Fifteen years had turned Crock into a reliable adult who knew the importance of responsibility and duty.

�Haha-�

He could see Ron starting to laugh.

Ron was older, but he was still the same. He still gave off the presence of a cold dagger.

Ron looked at Atures, Crock, and the people following the two of them before slowly opening his arms.

He then calmly started to speak.

�Destroyed?�

People turned toward Beacrox at that moment.

However, Ron continued to speak.

�It�s not fully destroyed yet.�

People�s jaws dropped.

Beacrox Molan.

They could see the magic bombs in Beacrox�s hands. JrNovels.com