Chapter 155: The Counter Slam
By now, the drunk mercenary who had been haggling with the receptionist had already scurried away, leaving a tense silence around the shattered tables. Ethan strode up to the counter.
The wiry clerk behind the desk—his narrow face pale under the dim lantern light—raised his brows as Ethan spoke.
"I'm here to register as a mercenary," Ethan said evenly, "and to establish a company."
For the first time, the man's expression cracked. Irritation flashed in his eyes as he leaned forward, voice low and sharp.
"Oi, kid. Noble or not, you don't get to bend the rules here. Registration's one thing. But a company?" He scoffed. "Mercenary companies are the face of the guild. They can't be led by some brat who thinks breaking a few tables proves anything. It takes ten qualified members at minimum. Ten."
His gaze slid toward Lirael and Sylvie, lingering on their well-kept appearances. "And I don't see them in your ranks. Pretty maids don't count as warriors."
