Juleios focused his gaze and saw a middle-aged man enter the tent. The man was of medium build, with a friendly and approachable demeanor.
The middle-aged man also observed Juleios.
Although he had heard rumors about this mercenary leader, he was still surprised by how young he looked in person. However, Juleios was no longer the same as he had been half a year ago during the great battle at the Centrites River. Now, he had a beard along his jaw, a scar on his face, and the weariness and bloodshed of countless hardships etched into his features. His eyes were sharper, carrying a penetrating intensity.
"I, Bourkos of Thurii, greet you, Leader Juleios!" The middle-aged man stepped forward and saluted Juleios.
"Thurii?" Juleios was momentarily confused. In his previous life, he had not specialized in history and knew nothing about this city-state. The fragmented, uneducated memories of his current body offered no assistance either.
