The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!

"That's roughly the gist of it."

"Specifically? Can you tell me what the problem is?"

"She has no sense of commitment at all, often changes her mind halfway through, and sometimes doesn't even know her own goals or who her employer is. She behaves like a child, doing whatever she pleases."

"Mr. Paber" quickly glanced at Christina again. "But... she doesn't seem like the kind of person you're describing."

"It only seems that way. Just like a lie—if a lie can deceive people, there's always something about it that seems believable, isn't there?"

"Exactly, sir." Thief Tina interjected. "We were all once part of her group, so we know her very well. Anyone who knows her history wouldn't hire her."

Christina lowered her head slightly, sitting quietly, her face already flushed red.

Andrew stroked his chin with his hand, listening silently, as if he wasn't in any hurry at all.

"This..." Mr. Paber already seemed a little flustered.

"Sir, I can swear on the honor of the Elves that she's as bad a mercenary as they come."

"Sir, I can also vow upon the name of the War God."

"Sir, if I were you, I'd rather walk to Valencia myself than consider hiring her. Even if she offered to do it for free, I wouldn't take her."

The members of the White Vulture Mercenary Group all started chiming in, one after another. The commotion was enough to convince just about anyone. Especially since they were confidently claiming people could inquire in the city, and anyone would tell the same story. That made their accusations even more convincing.

For a moment, Mr. Paber started hesitating about whether to nullify the agreement with the Blood Elf Mercenary Group.

Kevin stared provocatively at Andrew, while his group members wore expressions of absolute certainty, as if victory was already in their grasp.

Meanwhile, Christina's face had turned red all the way to her ears.

Andrew, however, remained expressionless and indifferent.

It wasn't until the members of the White Vulture Mercenary Group had said their fill and Mr. Paber finally couldn't resist summoning his subordinates to send someone to investigate the claims in the city, that Andrew finally spoke: "Sir, how about hearing my suggestion?"

In an instant, Mr. Paber was stunned. "You... speak."

Andrew asked softly, "Your goal is to get to Valencia, correct?"

"Yes."

"And you plan to take a month to get there, right?"

"Yes, we have a lot of luggage."

"And the opponents we might face are... rather strong, yes? Perhaps so strong that even a green dragon might struggle against them."

"That..." After a moment of hesitation, Mr. Paber replied, "I can't disclose that."

"Alright, if you won't say, I won't ask." Andrew shrugged helplessly, then said, "Here's my suggestion: reach Valencia tonight. No matter how strong the opponent is, this is the safest approach. Three hundred kilometers is nothing for a dragon. The luggage would also be no problem for a dragon. If necessary, it can even be done in multiple trips. This is the fastest, most convenient, and least risky solution. Think it over."

Silence filled the entire living room.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the room was stunned. Especially Kevin—his eyes were practically falling out of their sockets. Even Christina looked utterly shocked.

Andrew touched his nose with his hand, glanced at Kevin, and continued leisurely, "Just now, when you said whether or not our leader could finish the task alone, it reminded me. Why not? Does an escort mission really have to be done by walking? Why not fly? Go back and take your deposit—it's clear this mission isn't for you."