After securing a decisive victory, Yang Ling put away the Evil Eye and Hornet Beast, instructing Kassy to have his men bind up the mercenaries who were rolling around on the ground. He had Kinuwis, who was pierced by poisonous thorns like a hedgehog, carried onto a stretcher, preparing to find a priest to treat him, temporarily letting this trash live for two more days. As the leader of a battalion, perhaps after a few days of severe torture, he could extract some treasures from his mouth.

  Yang Ling won easily, meanwhile, looking at the defeated Storm Mercenary Group, the surrounding mercenaries and adventurers were shocked, still unable to catch their breath for a while.

  Shocking, it's really too shocking.

  The Storm Mercenary Corps was powerful and renowned throughout the Bandit Kingdom, with several great swordsmen and mages holding down the fort. Their strength was not to be underestimated. Although people knew they were too arrogant and unprepared, no one expected them to be so helpless in the face of Yang Ling's beast army.

  Although Yang Ling quickly put away the Horned Beast and Evil Eye, the sharp-eyed mercenaries and adventurers still noticed that they were different from before, understanding that they had all acquired powerful abilities after advancing.

  Can the demonic army advance?

  Mercenaries and adventurers who understood why Yang Ling won so easily gulped, the massive demonic beast army was already terrifyingly powerful, if they could also continuously advance, their strength would be simply unimaginable! Wild Angle Beasts and Evil Eyes were extremely difficult to advance, generally speaking, not even one in ten thousand could luckily advance, it was precisely because of this that they were considered trash demonic beasts.

  However, Yang Ling's summoned Hornet Beast and Evil Eye all leveled up together in their thousands!

  The sharp-eyed mercenaries and adventurers were shocked, knowing that in the small town of Weisen, no one was a match for Yang Ling.

  As Kassy tied up the people of the Whirlwind Mercenary Corps, Yang Ling summoned the unicorn and looked coldly at the surrounding mercenaries and adventurers, saying: "Weisen Town welcomes honest merchants and upright mercenaries, but does not welcome evil-doers. I advise you all to be careful. Otherwise, the Whirlwind Mercenary Corps will be an example!"

  Self-weight?

  Watching Yang Ling ride away on a unicorn, and then looking at the previously heavily promoted Gu De and others, the surrounding mercenaries and adventurers suddenly realized why Yang Ling had made such a big fuss.

  "Brother, from now on, stop doing those unscrupulous things. Even if you're not afraid of death yourself, don't cause trouble for your brothers!" A mercenary whispered a warning to his idle companion as he gazed at the many barbarians clad in heavy armor, recalling Yang Ling's cold eyes when he left.

  "Ibiris, what's it to him if someone makes trouble at the weapon shop and Night Jasmine tavern? He's not some lord, why is he sticking his nose into other people's business?" The sloppy triangular-eyed mercenary was a bit displeased, but thinking of Yang Ling's power, he didn't dare shout back, only muttering a few sentences under his breath.

  "Hmph, more and more people are flooding into Visen Town, the security is getting worse and worse, it's time for someone to take charge!" Seeing that San Jiao Yan was still not convinced, a middle-aged mercenary shook his head and continued, "Mike, listen to your brother's words, recently you mustn't go out and cause trouble!"

  "Yes, even the powerful Gale Mercenaries aren't a match for them, let alone small mercenary groups like ours!"

  .....

  After a moment of silence, the onlookers, mercenaries and adventurers, whispered to each other, warning their unruly companions. Whether it was a large mercenary group or a lone drifter, they all had a clear understanding of the fate that awaited the Whirlwind Mercenaries. They feared that if things went too far, one day they would become live targets for Yang Ling's demonic beast army.

  After the crowd dispersed, the old man in black and Merills emerged from behind a boulder. Originally, they were going to explore the Trasen Forest to find the ruins of the sacred giant dragon's sealed treasure, but unexpectedly stumbled upon such a good show.

  "Haha, not bad! Killing the chicken to scare the monkey, gaining both fame and prestige... what a pity!" The old man in black watched as the mercenaries and adventurers disappeared into the distance, shaking his head.

  "What a pity he's not one of our Dark Guild members, or we could have nurtured him specially!" Having followed the mentor for many years, Meryl understood what he meant. She turned her eyes and said: "Mentor, why don't I try to sound him out and see if he's interested in joining?"

  "Be careful, but you must be cautious and not act rashly!" Seeing Meryl's eyes darting back and forth, the black-robed old man understood her meaning and reminded her not to act impulsively. After all, Yang Ling was calm and wise, unlike those lords or nobles who only thought with their lower body.

  In front of the mentor, Meryl nodded in agreement on the surface, but secretly calculated and pondered how to create an opportunity to get close to Yang Ling. With her increasingly advanced dark charm, she believed that as long as she made a small plan, Yang Ling would willingly surrender under her skirt.

  In the distance, after a sneeze, Yang Ling touched his nose in confusion, not knowing who was thinking of him so much. He patted the unicorn's head and let it slow down its pace. Soon, Gu De, riding a tall horse, caught up with them.

  "What should be done with the prisoners of the Storm Mercenary Corps?"

  "Oh, what did you say?" Yang Ling sat on the pure white unicorn, looking at Gud with a calm expression.

  Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Gu De said slowly: "In my opinion, we have already achieved our intimidating goal. Next, we can send someone to inform the captives' families and exchange a large ransom!"

  "Haha, not bad, let's make a big profit! Yang Ling smiled and turned his eyes, thinking of a two-for-one idea, saying: "However, before getting the ransom, we can't let them eat for free, so let them build an inn instead!"

  For the leader of the Gale Mercenaries, Kinwale, Yang Ling would not let him off, lest there be endless troubles later; but for ordinary mercenaries, they would not be put to death. Of course, even if they were spared from death, they could hardly escape punishment, and had to make them taste some bitterness. Apparently, using them as free labor was a good idea.

  In addition, foreign mercenaries and adventurers set up tents at will, without any constraints, which is not a solution. Since there are so many free laborers, Yang Ling decided to build a large inn, which can accommodate foreign mercenaries and adventurers, while also strengthening control over them. If managed properly, it may even earn a lot of money, killing three birds with one stone.

  Build an inn?

  After a moment of surprise, Good clapped his hands in approval. There was nothing else in Visen Town except for towering ancient trees and stones, but with enough manpower, a massive inn could be built quickly.

  Time was of the essence, so Yang Ling and Gu De drove around the small town several times to find a suitable location. In the end, they settled on a large piece of wasteland not far from the castle, which was roughly the size of five golf courses. Although it couldn't compare to the grandeur of Visen Castle, it was still much better than some small, run-down inn.

  One doesn't do things halfway, and since Yang Ling had decided to build an inn, he was determined to go all out. Weisen Town has abundant resources and a pleasant climate, attracting more and more people. As long as the business is managed properly, there's no need to worry about making money. Just looking at the dense tents in the northwest corner of the town, one can tell how large the crowd is. After building a comfortable inn, who would still be foolish enough to go camping outside and feed mosquitoes?

  After settling some key details, when Yang Ling returned to the castle, it was already starry night. Not to mention Agus and Kassy, who were tired from a day's work, even the slaves had long since entered their dreams. But what surprised Yang Ling was that Elyse was still quietly waiting for him under a dim oil lamp.

  "Yang, this is fish-flavored shredded pork, fragrant and tender; this is wind-dried lamb waist..." Yang Ling had just sat down when Alice magically brought up plate after plate of delicious dishes, all of which were his usual favorites.

  After wolfing down his food, he saw Alice quietly looking at him. Yang Ling let out a breath and casually asked: "Alice, why are you still not asleep so late?"

  "I... I slept during the day, so I'm not tired!" Alice's face turned bright red as she lied, and even she felt unnatural, how could she deceive Yang Ling?

  This little girl!

  After shaking his head, Yang Ling also stopped talking and enjoyed Alice's service with peace of mind, savoring the delicious food on the table.

  After Yang Ling finished eating, Alice followed him to his room, tidied up the bed for him, and then quickly brought in a tray of hot water.

  "Alice, aren't you tired?" Seeing Alice busy running around, Yang Ling shook his head again.

  Gently pressing Yang Ling's shoulders, Alice said softly: "Brother Yang, I'm not tired, serving you is the happiest thing for me all day!"

  Enjoying Alice's meticulous massage, Yang Ling relaxed comfortably and subconsciously said: "Hmmm, whichever young man can marry you this little girl will be happy. At that time, I'll give you a big dowry!"

  Give yourself a large dowry?

  After listening to Yang Ling, for some reason, Alice felt a sour nose. After a pause, she said firmly: "No, Brother Yang, I'd rather die than get married. I only hope to serve you for the rest of my life, I don't want anything, even if it's just plain food and drink every day, I'm willing!"

  Serve yourself for a lifetime?

  Looking back at Alice's red eyes, then looking at the small, firm buns on her chest, Yang Ling let out a bitter smile. This little girl was indeed a beauty, but she wasn't even fourteen years old yet. If she were in his hometown, she'd probably still be spoiled by her parents, who would have thought that she had such thoughts at such a young age?