Fake Talisman
A spiky-haired man who flew over to their side quickly entered his view.
The mole's scalp turned numb once he saw the person who had contacted him in the past to betray the Cloud Spring Mercenaries, "My Lord! I have informed you of the location of the hideout as you wished!"
"Mmn, you did well."
The spiky-haired man amiably smiled, different from the crazy expression he had before when he was in the Loseris Capital City.
"My Lord, I can now get to join the Tripartite Alliance, right?"
"You deserve it," The spiky-haired man nodded with a smile, "You've contributed to our cause and accumulated enough merits to join the outer circle."
"With your strength, you'll be able to become an outer circle elder as long as you can break through to the Seventh Stage, the Law Dominion Stage."
Hearing that, the mole excitedly nodded before he shook his head, "My Lord, I have done nothing."