At first glance, Marquis Falkenheim looked like an ordinary middle-aged man. But those who knew his ruthless nature would never judge him by appearances alone.
Receiving Count Swipel’s gifts and message, Falkenheim let out a twisted smile.
“He’s an amusing one. Since he can’t handle it on his own, he’s trying to borrow my power.”
One of his retainers cautiously spoke.
“Should we just wipe them all out?”
“No. Julien’s Mercenary Corps has quite the talent. I should bring them under my command.”
“What kind of offer should we make?”
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