"Ars Goetia Mercenary Group?" the Commander of the Fortress frowned as he looked at the smiling Half-Elf, who was seated across his table. "I've never heard of you guys."
"Well, there's a first time for everything," Lux replied. "Now, you have heard of us."
The Commander narrowed his eyes but didn't comment. He had already had a good look at the Half-Elf's entourage, and although they were all in their teenage years, all of them were already Grade A Apostles and above, which was already considered decent for members of a Mercenary Group.
"So, you wish to offer your services to us for a good amount of money, right?" the Commander asked.
"Of course." Lux nodded. "Everyone needs money, especially a Mercenary Group. We need to eat and buy equipment, after all."