I have a Synthesizer

After the speech ended, one of the people who grabbed a gift exchanged it and immediately withdrew from the Eye of Gryla, that's how real it was.

Only Klein and another first-tier professional remained, and they followed Baicheni to the Eye of Gryla's base next to the city center.

"The boss is back!"

"Boss!"

The members of the base still respected Baicheni very much. Although Baicheni's strength was not great, his eloquence was really good, and he treated his brothers very well, so he accumulated a lot of confidants.

"Everyone, get busy! I'll take the new members to learn about the situation."

Some members were a little strange. Baicheni gave speeches to attract people every day, but usually they were the ones to explain the situation to new members, right? What about the ideal country? Is the boss going to take action himself?

These members began to think about whether they hadn't attracted enough people recently and hadn't met their performance standards!

Baicheni excused himself to send the other person away, and then took Klein to his office alone. After organizing his words slightly, he began to say earnestly:

"Brother Cain, our organization is having some difficulties in its development now. We are surrounded by enemies, our members are not strong enough, and we have great deficiencies in financial and human resources.

That Warhammer Gang, Silver Flower Sisterhood, Flying Serpent Mercenary Group, and the Skull Brotherhood, yes, these forces are all hostile to us.

Especially the Skull Brotherhood on the edge of the city, their power is expanding rapidly, and they have a large number of necromancers to support them. They have robbed us of a lot of territory and iron ore revenue in the Northern Territory.

In the past two years, they have been pressing us step by step, making it difficult for us to breathe. These are the real situations of our organization. What I am telling you are heartfelt words.

You can also see that we have no money and no people. We just tell stories and introduce new people every day. We really don't have the manpower to do bad things! No one even believes we are a cult, don't mention how miserable we are!

Baicheni's emotional, rational, and realistic words confused Klein. He looked at the 500 Thales on the table, his mind a little confused.

For a moment, Klein couldn't tell whether Baicheni was smart or brain-dead. If he was brain-dead, he could see that his strength was not simple at a glance, and he directly judged that he had ulterior motives.

But if he was smart, why was this person doing such stupid things! Why didn't he develop the strength of the club properly and do these fancy things all day long? What's the use?

Klein silently put away the 500 Thales. Nonsense, even if a sparrow is small, it is still meat. Why would he refuse money?

However, after receiving the money, he didn't leave, but chatted with Baicheni.

"Master Baicheni, you are being too polite. Since I have joined the Eye of Gryla and received your money, I should do something for the Eye of Gryla.

Like this, list all the Eye of Gryla's hostile forces in Wut City, and tell me their approximate locations."

Baicheni's heart suddenly panicked when he heard Klein's casual tone, and he quickly said:

"What are you going to do? Don't, Brother Cain, our Eye of Gryla really can't stand any more trouble. If you offend others again, aren't you pushing us to a dead end? Please be a human!"

"Offend? I won't offend them, don't worry..."

The others didn't know what happened between Klein and Baicheni in the office. Only after half an hour, Klein came out of the office first and walked straight outside.

Baicheni looked at Klein's leaving figure with complicated eyes, his steps were weak, and his face was pale.

Some members looked at Baicheni's appearance and thought of the long time the two had been in the room, and a terrible idea suddenly arose in their minds. The boss is like this, could it be that he was just...

In order to attract new members, the boss has gone so far? A member was shocked and said with a choked voice:

"Boss! It's all our fault for being useless and letting you be humiliated!"

Baicheni was still recalling what Klein had said to him just now, but now he heard the member's tone and was a little strange.

"Humiliated? What humiliation did I suffer? I'm doing this for the Eye of Gryla."

After a few whispers, the others also said with choked voices:

"Boss, I know you are doing this for the Eye of Gryla. We will definitely work harder to help you attract people in the future and ensure that we complete the task of attracting 3 people a month."

Baicheni's face was strange, but he didn't delve into what these members were thinking. His mind was still echoing what Klein had said before he left.

【Do you want the Eye of Gryla to become the strongest organization in Wut City? If you do, prepare to take over the territory of other gangs. Remember, prepare now, there is only one chance.】

Baicheni didn't believe Klein's words from the bottom of his heart, or rather, he didn't want to believe them. He felt that it was good to be a high-level salted fish in the Eye of Gryla.

But when he looked at the magic glass ball that Klein had rubbed out in front of him, the cyan-white magic brilliance seemed to ignite some of the desire in his heart.

He inexplicably felt something called ambition rising. What if what Klein said was true? What if? Thinking about it, he said to the subordinate next to him:

"Gather the brothers!"

"Boss? We just paraded in the street yesterday, and we're gathering again today? Are we having a dinner?"

"Get out of here, bring your weapons and prepare to fight!"

Several subordinates looked at each other. Could it be that the boss was angered? He was unwilling and wanted to take revenge on the person just now?

"Boss, calm down. If you're in a bad mood, we'll take you to the club to wash your feet. At most, I'll pay for you on credit. It's better to resolve feuds than to create them. Let's not cause trouble now."

However, this time, these people obviously underestimated Baicheni's determination. He drew out his battle knife and cut off the handrail on the second floor with one blow, and raised the battle knife high:

"Damn it, why are you so cowardly? Are you still a cult? Today is the day when our Wut City branch of the Eye of Gryla rises. Brothers, those who want to fly, follow me."

"We are a cult? When did that start? Why don't I know?" One person said.

"Boss today?" A member hesitated.

"I think he may have suffered both mental and physical trauma, leading to mental confusion."

"That makes sense! What should we do?"

"The boss has become like this. He usually treats us well, so let's stay with him!"

"Let's go together, let's go together."

...

Klein walked on the streets of Wut City with the hand-drawn map that Baicheni had drawn for him.

"This hand-drawn map of Baicheni is too bad! Even an elementary school student is better than him."

Looking at the sign of the "Flying Serpent Mercenaries" in front of him, Klein felt that he should have found the right place.

The Flying Serpent Mercenaries are said to be a mercenary group, but in fact, they have always been engaged in oppressing local merchants, looting merchants in the wild, and abducting women. They are a real underworld organization.

Especially in the abduction of women, they have a deep cooperation with the Silver Flower Sisterhood. Disregarding human life is a light matter.

When they see beautiful women, they often design to ruin their families and then force the women they like to go to the Silver Flower Sisterhood.

Among them, those with good qualifications, beautiful and smart, will be absorbed by the Silver Flower Sisterhood and become formal members. Those who are stubborn and have average qualifications usually don't have a good ending.

Klein really didn't have any psychological burden to rob such an organization, and even had a feeling of robbing the rich to help the poor and acting for the heavens. The poor in helping the poor refers to himself, because he is really poor now.

"The Northern Territory is indeed the most chaotic place in this country. It's really a good place!"

Klein walked into the hall of the Flying Serpent Mercenaries, and a welcoming lady immediately greeted him.

"Looking at your attire, you are a mage, sir. Do you want to consign something or entrust an escort?"

"This is the first time I've ever wrecked a place. How can I pretend to be very skilled?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Klein tore off his mage robe. This kind of loose clothing is not suitable for close combat. He said loudly:

"From today on, this street is under the control of our Eye of Gryla. People who surrender now can save their lives. There will be no such preferential treatment later."

Some of the Flying Serpent Mercenaries had already stopped and looked at Klein, who had taken off his hood, in surprise. This person is a madman, right?