Creator of Death: True Darkness
Allies
Some time running,
Albert also complied with Raka's request to contact some names that Raka deliberately listed in the list.
Although basically, Albert did not understand the true intentions of Raka.
But he understood this child enough, and subconsciously put a lot of trust in him.
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(SYLVANIA)
In a country with a tall building and then the inhabitants.
This city, Sylvania, is a city of people with intellect and a technological arsenal.
In a room in the building.
"Your highness, sorry to interrupt your time, but your majesty Albert has sent you an invitation" said a woman in an ash-coat, clad in a tight-fitting gray skirt, and a touch of black leggings.
His black hair appears to be bent neatly, though,
Meanwhile, he saw a man with short blonde hair with a cockamata attached to his right eye.
A friendly smile seemed to decorate his face in the middle of a pile of paper.
"Ah. Colline, what's wrong?"
"I'm sorry to interrupt your time, your majesty, someone sent you another letter."
"Sighs. I have absolutely no idea what's going on. But can they stop sending me those letters?"
"As usual, just give it back"
"Well, I'm afraid this invitation can't be returned, your honor"
The young woman held out a letter consisting of two pieces of paper.
The man accepted it, he then raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"Hmm? This attachment.. from Azasky?"
Colline nodded.
"yeah. I don't know, I don't know either, Colline "
Colline bowed and turned around to leave the room.
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(ALKIRIA)
Meanwhile, somewhere in the East of the continent, there appeared to be a merchant traffic in a place with high and exotic buildings.
The city was so crowded by the sounds of bargaining and the jokes of the merchants. This city, Alkiria - the central business town of Oxmage.
In a tall building,
"Fufu, your Excellency Richard, you're too kind-hearted,,"
Said a middle-aged man with short stature, black hair that seemed to thin in the middle.
As well as a body full of fat that even seemed to close a little eyes so that it looks so narrow with a thick mustache decorate his face - a rich merchant.
"yeah. You're overreacting, Mr. Stele."
An adult man with his light blue hair smiled cunningly. The man has a handsome face with a dark blue suit matching his shiny blue hair.
His eyes looked so haughty, with a hint of contempt.
Even so, the fat man seemed unaffected by it.
Behind him stood a woman in a black hood with a dagger.
"Haha!" The two men laughed loudly.
Shortly after, a teenage boy with glasses adorned his face so innocently he knocked on the door.
"Come in, give it up"
"Yes, my majesty, Serkan's servant, delivered a letter to you" the young man appeared to bow respectfully. He appears to be young, with an age range of 15 to 16 years.
"Stele, what kind of commoner do you think sent a lowly letter to make his ridiculous request?"
"Ah. Servants also do not know, your honor, for sure, by cooperating with you, that person will definitely go bankrupt in a moment" he said a little higher as if to say pride.
"Pfft.. hahaha" they again laughed out loud.
He waved his hand while holding his stomach as a result of laughing.
"All right.here"
The young man then handed him a white envelope.
"Hmm? Azasky?" His face changed, becoming a little serious.
"Auction yes, I wonder what kind of auction I deserve to see,"
"Oho? Isn't that the epitome of the Azadys Trading Group?"
"Huh? Azadys?"
"Ah. It was an intergovernmental trade group that was later quite popular among traders"
"Well, your Excellency Richard, you know what? A trade secret like this is worth it?" Said the fat man with a sly look.
"Tsk. You're really making me sick, Stele"
"yeah. Anyway, my final effort is to work with Azadys and you know? It was quite satisfying to call it cooperation"
Richard waved his hand casually.
"Oh? Tell me more about them. And also, you know the consequences if you dare to lie"
"According to my master's command. Servants are not brave, your majesty"
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(KOGA)
Somewhere in the northeast, in the high mountains decorated with sturdy buildings made of wood and cement.
This kingdom-Koga, the,
With the sake of the dwarves as the majority of its population.
They mostly work as forgers and are experts in construction.
In a building that looks tall,
Tok
"Sorry to interrupt your break, your majesty" said a short curly-haired woman with exotic brownish skin.
He was wearing formal clothing, with yellow eyes.
"Ah. It's okay, Cheryl, come in.."
A middle-aged man with dark black hair and dark brown skin seemed to be sitting down while twitching his shrunken forehead.
"Here I deliver a letter from the noble Azasky"
The corner of his mouth twitched. "Hoo? I didn't expect at all that this old fucker would send me a letter like this!?"
"yeah. Your Majesty, you want to complain like anything, you still have to accept it, right?"
Sighs. The man sighed
He then began to read one by one the words written on the letter.
He nodded a little in wonder.
"Chery."
"i did!"
"Who's the one who sent this letter!?"
"e eh? Isn't that what Azasky is?"
The corner of his mouth twitched. "Tsk. I wouldn't ask you if it really happened"
He returned the letter back, though,
Cheryl's eyeballs are spinning, "I'm this?"
"Mom isn't this Azadys Trading Group on the rise?"
"Hmm?"
"Tell me" he said a second later.