Dasha was moved along with the other orphans to a temporary residence on the outskirts of Asayne.
“Now then, until it’s decided where you’ll all be going, make yourselves at home here, brats! We of the Astros Mercenary Corps will gladly look after you! Wahahaha!”
The man who introduced himself as the mercenary corps’ captain, Justin, confidently assured the children as he thumped his chest.
Dasha could not help but be impressed. To go so far as to purchase an entirely new building for the sake of the orphans—what an exceptionally kind mercenary corps!
‘Special clause! If the territory provides us with a temporary building due to the collapse of the monastery facilities, we get first priority to purchase that building later at a bargain price!’
And that was not all. The orphans were provided with clean clothes and good-quality food by the mercenaries, allowing them to stuff their bellies full for the first time in ages.
‘Special clause! If we perform part of the monastery’s functions in its place, we receive a substantial share of the donations collected during that period!’
Most astonishing of all was that the erosion that had invaded the children’s bodies had disappeared without a trace. Dasha had heard that properly purifying erosion required calling in a high-ranking priest and paying the church an enormous fee in return.
‘Special clause! We can charge the lord the market rate for all expenses related to purifying or treating erosion! And Bart purified the whole thing in one shot, didn’t he? This is a total jackpot!’
The sight of the man grinning and chuckling frivolously was a little suspicious.
But no matter how clever Dasha might have…