Such a big contract is out.
Even the mercenaries stationed at Nie Qingru's estate are starting to get restless; more and more people have been asking for leave and slipping away early lately.
Shadow has a splitting headache over it, and at the same time can't do anything about this group.
After all, these peripheral mercenaries are just hired muscle they spent money to bring in. Now that this bunch has found something more profitable, of course their hearts are wavering, and hardly anyone is willing to take his orders.
"Empress."
Shadow had just dealt with a few people asking for leave outside and came in, only to see Nie Qingru sitting in the chair with a dark expression, lifting her eyes to look at him.
"How many people left today?"
"..."
Shadow lifted his eyes and dropped them again, really not wanting to provoke her.
Nie Qingru pressed him, forceful as ever: "Speak!"
