Cold Sweat
Éditeur: TheAlliance
"Sir Barok, if you have any requests, don't hesitate, I'll write them down."
Barok couldn't help proudly smiling as he knew that the cowards of the Merlin Family wouldn't dare to resist.
"It's very simple. Your Merlin Family shouldn't feel desirous of the Horn of Fertility's harvest, and furthermore, those three ore veins near the Horn of Fertility have to be given to our Black Tower as compensation."
A trace of anger flashed in Thorne's eyes, but he knew that he couldn't afford to offend that arrogant guy right now, so he could only go along with his whims for the time being.
"Sir Barok, to tell you the truth, this matter is too important and I don't have the right to decide. Since Commander Mafa Merlin returned, only he is able to make this decision."
Barok was a bit stunned, but he then waved his arm. "That Mafa Merlin, eh? Have him come meet me."