"Luckily, my guard captain risked his life to save me..."
Lynn mused for a moment.
So, this was the origin of the scar on Zod's chest.
But soon.
Lynn thought of something.
He looked at Zod with interest and inquired.
"And then? Mr. Zod, once you recovered, didn't you organize a team and enter the Forest of Oblivion again?"
Since Zod knew the value of magic ore and the existence of a magic ore vein in the Forest of Oblivion.
As a businessman, how could he easily give up?
One must know that a competent businessman in this world, as long as there is enough profit.
They might even sell their wives and children!
Zod showed no shame, nodding.
"Facing such a temptation, I naturally wouldn't let it go easily."
"I found a medium-sized mercenary corps."
"Fifteen hundred strong, and I took them into the Forest of Oblivion with me."
"All for the sake of that magic ore vein, which can definitely be mined, regardless of its size."
"But... Master Lynn..."
