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Epic Of The Demonic Sage

Lucius was a man born to a pair of lowly servants that worked for the Great Demon worshiping Barrom clan. Growing up in the harsh conditions of the Barrom clan where magic and power reigned supreme, he weathered through humiliation and schemes. Knowing that he wanted to be the oppressor than the oppressed, he began his conquest. Not averse to betraying or scheming, Lucius made use of his allies as mere pawns to be sacrificed. Learning that a powerful artifact lost eons ago was hidden in an ancient ruin, Lucius betrayed and sacrificed one of his closest people, his lover without hesitation. But he didn’t know that fate had a different plan for him and the artifact he had yearned for would send his soul hurtling across the cosmos, forcing it into the broken body of a young man called Asher Inanis. Coming to his senses he finds the world to be completely different where the magic of his previous world did not exist, but what did was ‘Gifts’. Witness how he learns about the world, gains power and reigns supreme against all odds becoming the Demonic Sage. P.S. This is a slow paced novel and has a lot of world development at start. If this is not to your taste, you may not like it. *** I do not own the cover, will remove it if asked. --- join the discord server : discord.gg/fkTbUfBRsH

Grand_Void_Daoist · Fantaisie
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The Price For Mercenaries

"Well, I've already made a list of all the Mercenaries available for working, their specific gifts and they all have the prices listed here in this brochure for you to choose from," Lucius said.

Kiana who was with them in the carriage, offered the brochure that she had brought, making sure that it was provided to the Baron with care.

In this particular carriage, there was no Lily or Benjamin, or even the Viscountess Blackshield. The two were delegated into another carriage while Viscountess Blackshield opted to ride on horseback for this time.

Once Baron Hugh received the brochure in his hands, Baroness Hugh immediately glanced over the shoulder of her husband, piqued about the prospect.

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise once she saw the prices, but it was Baron Hugh who let out a cry of alarm.

"Two silvers for one mercenary and up to one gold for the most expensive one?" Baron Hugh looked in Lord Asher's way.